This was a huge warehouse, with shelves packed all around.
Neatly stacked on the shelves were bolts of fabric, but they were all burning now.
As far as the eye could see, everything was engulfed in flames. There was no sign of an exit, and thick smoke poured into their noses, making them cough violently.
Yuwen Hao covered his nose and looked around. Everyone else had disappeared.
"Is this the dream that disfigured woman was talking about...?"
The woman had said that Zhong Min appeared in her dreams every night, drawing closer and closer until, in the end, she killed her.
Clearly, he had been pulled into the dream too.
"Zhong Min must be in here somewhere. I need to get out fast... or I might run into her." Muttering to himself, Yuwen Hao hurried forward.
The textile factory's warehouse was full of flammable materials, and flames licked almost every surface.
Some of the shelves had already collapsed under the heat. Covering his mouth and nose, Yuwen Hao hurried through the warehouse.
But he had never been here before and didn't know the layout. He searched for quite a while without finding the entrance.
His clothes and hair were singed, and choking smoke seeped into his nose, making him cough.
"This won't do..." Yuwen Hao muttered to himself. "I have to find the exit faster."
Otherwise, before Zhong Min could find him, the smoke might knock him unconscious.
He knew that most people who died in fires first passed out from smoke inhalation, then burned to death.
Yuwen Hao wandered aimlessly through the warehouse, but couldn't find the exit or run into anyone else. Just as he inhaled another lungful of smoke and began coughing uncontrollably, a familiar voice suddenly called from nearby.
"Is anyone there? Somebody, help..."
It was