But if he wanted to tell it, he might need to find a more suitable excuse.
"However, it seems the protagonists of those two stories were the same person, and that author only wrote a small part this time before dropping the book. That was simply how it ended."
"Why is that guy like my best friend? Why do they always love abandoning their updates?"
By the end, Miss Xiu sounded somewhat annoyed.
She could have obtained more information about the book—or perhaps about the sheriff—but it had abruptly stopped there.
"Perhaps that gentleman was merely bored and casually created a work."
Chu Yang was already struggling not to laugh inwardly.
Just as the atmosphere between the two became exceedingly pleasant, Mr. Abdu's voice suddenly turned heavy from the side.
"The next floor is the limit of what I have explored. I hope we can get a good result."
Even when he had been alone, he had never been able to thoroughly explore the seventh floor with ease.
Even with the two of them added, he did not think their chances were very high.
The seventh floor had been his nightmare for many years. Repeated disappointments had left him with little expectation for this expedition.
"Let's continue."
Although Chu Yang understood what Mr. Abdu was thinking, he did not try to persuade him. The three quickly headed toward the passageway.
Soon, the scene before them began to flicker. This time, they appeared in a rather dim room.
Chu Yang stepped onto the floor and could easily sense its swaying, unreal feeling.
"Looks like we're on a ship's deck this time."
Thoughts raced through Chu Yang's mind.
Just as he was about to make his next move, a whistling sound suddenly came from behind him. Something seemed to be flying toward