The beam swept across the corridor, bringing the blue-faced, fang-toothed carvings on the walls into Xu Huo's view one after another. In the dim environment, those carvings did look rather eerie, but not enough to scare a player into this state. He probed the surroundings again and found spatial fluctuations in many places. Some areas clearly contained spatial passages that also restricted mental power. Though some rooms stood open, probing them with mental power revealed nothing but darkness.
He turned his attention back to the person beside him. "Did you come in alone?"
Perhaps because he had seen another living person, Upstairs was no longer as tense as before. "I came with three other players, but we got separated not long after entering. I wandered around alone for several days without encountering anyone. Instead, I ran into some strange things."
"Strange things?" Xu Huo repeated.
Upstairs hurriedly gestured for him to lower his voice. "Don't speak so loudly. I suspect they can hear us."
He pointed at the statues on the walls.
"Living Props?" Xu Huo asked.
"I don't know." Upstairs looked utterly lost. "Over the past few days, I've considered every possibility—mental interference, Living Props, germs and toxins, mutated objects, demons and monsters and ghosts... They appear around me from time to time. They've never attacked me, but every time one appears, I feel my energy declining."
"I'm an A-class player. Even if I got startled, I shouldn't take this long to recover, but no matter what I do, I can't recover..."
The longer it went on, the stranger he found it. Living Props in a dungeon could attack people, whether mentally or physically, and players could always identify some direction to investigate. But Upstairs's condition was exhaustion, as if his vitality had suddenly been drained away. His mind