The person on the ground was barely moving anymore. Only bloody foam kept spilling from the corners of his mouth. He was clearly beyond saving.
He sensed something that made his hair stand on end—or rather, a concealed "malice" gradually turning toward him from the dark skulls around him, as though they had spotted new prey.
Not daring to delay, Old Li hurriedly pushed open the bone door and returned to the room where the "church" behind him was stored.
After feeling around for a while, he finally found an ID card in his pants pocket. He walked over to the sealed door on the opposite wall and swiped it.
Sure enough, the light turned green and the door opened.
"Mr. Li, wishing you a pleasant day."
The mechanical female announcement at the doorway, though not loud, almost made him laugh bitterly.
Beyond the metal door was a broad corridor. Unlike the room inside, its lights were so bright they were nearly blinding.
The place had a modern, high-tech architectural style. Different doors and workspaces lined both sides of the corridor, some with corresponding plaques hanging on them. There must have been many people passing through here before.
But at this moment, only one striking feature remained here.
Blood.
Starting from the open doorway, there was blood everywhere. Splattered across the walls, pooled across the floor, even sprayed high onto the ceiling in grotesque patterns. It had not dried yet, black-red beneath the lights, reflecting a dark crimson sheen.
A corpse lay not far from the door, dressed in a gray base uniform. Its stomach had been ripped open, its intestines dragged out in a long trail and looped around its own neck.
A few steps farther on, a severed leg lay brazenly across the middle of the path, still