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"I've gone insane..." That was Huai Yi's first thought. He couldn't understand why anyone would give up a chance to survive and completely break free of the curse.

And... that person was actually Jiang Cheng!

His condition was now terrible. He was barely clinging to his last breath. He had never died before, so he had little experience and didn't even know whether this was a last burst of energy before death.

But he really was thinking of Jiang Cheng. He didn't want—and wouldn't allow—the person who had led them through the mission, fighting to survive, to leave him like this.

The desk lamp had dimmed considerably. Its light flickered in the mist like a will-o'-the-wisp, and it wouldn't last much longer. Even if they took the elevator, there might not be enough time for a round trip.

What was the point?

Everyone could leave. All they were abandoning was a ghost!

"Brother Fugui..." Huai Yi struggled to swallow a mouthful of bloody saliva. He couldn't understand why, this time, the fat man—also a deep crimson like Jiang Cheng—hadn't stopped him.

"Don't say anything." The fat man pulled his gaze back from the mist. Jiang Cheng had completely disappeared from sight. The moment Jiang Cheng took the desk lamp, the fat man had understood his choice. "I'm getting you out of here."

"What about Brother Jiang?" Huai Yi clutched the fat man's shoulder as if trying to resist.

The fat man kept walking, his voice firm. "He has his choice to make. We just have to trust him. He'll find a way out."

"But what if something goes wrong? We can't just watch him..."

"We're still here." The fat man cut him off. He stood before the door, his broad frame making Huai Yi feel utterly safe. "If he fails,