"The rumors in the bureau were true! Someone really is keeping ghosts in this building!" After everything Xiao Yong had been through, he was no longer reckless. Instead of asking the Security personnel for help, he stopped in his tracks.
His heart raced uncontrollably. Xiao Yong felt an instinctive revulsion toward the Blood Gate on the tenth floor. It was a deeply strange sensation, like watching living people devour one another—a rejection and unease that came from the depths of his soul.
The blood-red strands on the door were alive, swelling and contracting as though blood flowed through them. They all converged on the chest of the headless door guardian, reshaping a crimson heart for him.
"Everything from the tenth floor up is off-limits! Leave immediately!" The Security personnel spoke coldly, like machines without emotions. They not only had trump cards for dealing with ghosts, but also firearms for dealing with living people.
The East District Security force trained by Situ An had all undergone the baptism of the Shadow World. Their overall strength already surpassed that of the Security squad that had come from Xinhu to provide support.
As Zhang Lian watched the Security personnel, a flicker of greed appeared in her eyes for the first time in ages, like a painter discovering a brush she had long coveted.
She discreetly touched her Black Ring and sent a message to the Security captain.
Opening the door to the home Situ An had hidden in the Shadow World required a sacrifice. All the newcomers, including Xiao Yong, and some of the players were the offerings Xia Yang had prepared.
The Security personnel who had forbidden Xiao Yong and the others from approaching just moments earlier changed their attitude after receiving their captain's orders.
"You may shelter here for now, but