Jiang Mian hadn't had time to take a closer look when a rustling sound came from behind her.
The two people outside staggered to their feet, their skin crawling with sinister blood-red lines.
Just like Number Eight before them, they had skipped straight past the Third Stage and begun the Calamity Transformation process.
"What's going on?"
Hadn't they been fine just now? Why had they suddenly...
Could something have gone wrong because she'd taken out Number One?
Before she could think it through, the two figures began twisting violently. Their bones writhed beneath their skin, making stiff, clacking sounds.
Jiang Mian frowned. "Wind" swept up the flames and engulfed them both.
Now that she thought about it, perhaps that group of members downstairs had also...
No, there's no time. I have to hurry.
She stepped forward and opened the cabinet. Inside, sixty blood-red Suppressors stood on display.
At one Suppressor every three months, that would last everyone in the branch for a good long while.
And since the Suppressor was alive, Jiang Mian guessed it might last even longer—or perhaps indefinitely. The three-month figure might just be there to put people at ease.
Jiang Mian rubbed her chin. Since these things could stack, she wondered if she could handle taking them all at once.
Based on her last experience, a few had only made her a little dizzy, and they'd still been a breeze to burn away.
Might as well give it a try.
She opened three bottles in one go. Perhaps because nothing had stimulated them, the contents were still quiet, like a lump of red syrup set solid.
But the next second, flames flared up. The moment they were roused, the things struggled out of their test tubes and hit the floor hard. They'd only crawled a few