"This... There's contamination inside. It's even seeped onto the door."
Lady Qing's gaze flickered despite herself as she looked at the strange phenomenon in Fu Qian's hand.
That was, admittedly, a perfectly reasonable interpretation.
The others' immediate reaction—moving in unison to get away from the door—showed just what it meant to have great minds think alike.
Fu Qian, however, didn't respond. Instead, he turned to look at the small window at the end of the corridor.
Unnoticed until now, the deep blue outside, darker than the room, had taken on a faint tinge of purple.
Fu Qian was quite certain it wasn't an optical illusion. The purple was growing more intense, and was even beginning to turn bright red.
"What's going on?"
His movement naturally drew the others' attention, and the change in color was quickly noticed.
"Damn it!"
But the answer to Ms. Star's question came in the form of Brother Death Row's curse.
Looking over, they saw him quickly yank off one glove and hurl it as hard as he could into the distance.
It was immediately obvious that the glove was also covered in those familiar glowing specks. They were spreading rapidly in every direction, and had even reached the floor.
In fact, that wasn't the only spot. The keyhole Fu Qian had just worked on was spilling fluorescence like a breached dam. It surged outward, covering more than half the door in the blink of an eye.
The places covered by the glow had even formed layers of rippling waves, alternating between light and dark. The sight was indescribably eerie.
Given the situation, it was easy to guess what Brother Death Row had just done: he'd touched the keyhole.
Fortunately, he'd been cautious enough to wear gloves, and there was no sign of anything on his