"It's scared! It wants to run!" Li Dan stood firmly on the floor, as if his feet had taken root.
"Run? Where can it run to?" Uncle Feng clung to the handrail with difficulty, his face deathly pale.
"Home." A sharp gleam flashed in Li Dan's eyes. "It knows it'll be made into a puppet here, so it wants to be born early. It wants to return to the mother's womb—that's its last fortress!"
Boom!
With a deafening crash, the plummeting elevator came to a violent stop.
Although everyone had been thrown around badly, strangely, none of them had suffered serious injuries, as though the fall had merely been a process of spatial transfer.
Mary Shaw's figure slowly faded into the air, leaving behind only a faint, almost imperceptible chuckle.
Ding!
The elevator doors slowly opened again.
Beyond them was no longer the lobby of the commercial building, nor was it an underground parking garage.
What appeared before them was a dim, narrow corridor filled with the traces of everyday life. At the end of the corridor stood a security door with the character for "fortune" pasted on it.
"Th-This is my home!" Zhang Jingqiang scrambled to his feet and stared at the scene before him in stunned disbelief. "How... how did we suddenly end up outside my home?"
"Space Folding. The Demon Fetus's Ghost Domain. It pulled us here—or rather, it fled back to its nest."
Li Dan was the first to step out of the elevator, straightening his sleeves.
"It can't wait any longer. It's forcing itself into the world. If we don't stop it, your wife will become its sacrifice."
Leon climbed up from the floor, adjusted the sunglasses that only had their frames left, dusted himself off, and pointed at where the puppet had vanished.
"Wow,