"This..."
Qing quickly realized what was happening. She immediately stepped back and looked over Red Dragon.
On his left shoulder, near the base of his neck, a bright line had appeared amid the bloodstains.
Red Dragon had already done everything he could to dodge, but the splatter had still managed to get a bit of fluorescent substance on him.
"Do you feel anything unusual?"
As a professional, Qing quickly put aside her regret and asked in a low voice.
"Not for now."
Red Dragon shook his head.
"Unfortunately, based on what we've seen before, it'll probably turn you into a crazed, bloodthirsty animal at some point."
Brother Death Row kept his eyes warily on the door while speaking quickly.
"So I suggest you keep your distance from me."
Brother Red Dragon clearly wasn't the legendary good Samaritan, either. Faced with the man's doubts, he merely snorted and bent to pick up his blade-spear.
This weapon, which exuded an impressive air, had undoubtedly been defiled as well. Specks of fluorescent light were spreading across it.
Of course, the spread was relatively slow.
"It doesn't matter."
A voice suddenly spoke up. It was the technician, Death Watcher.
"What do you mean?"
"That's right."
Ms. Star looked puzzled, but Mask agreed with Fu Qian.
The next moment, he went straight past Brother Death Row and leaped through the doorway first.
"Obviously, the top floor isn't the only source of the fluorescent substance. It must have appeared on every floor at once. There's little chance we can get out of here without being contaminated."
He gestured for the others to follow and continued as he walked.
"You mean that even if we retrace our steps, we'll probably all get contaminated?"
Ms. Star followed close behind, clearly unwilling to accept that.
"Yes."
Mask kept moving