"Home? This is Situ An's home in the Shadow World?"
Su Mo stood before the Blood Gate, utterly at a loss. Although he had become the protagonist, even he had no idea how he had blundered his way here.
After he pushed open the Blood Gate, the Red Garment painting on his body disintegrated and vanished. Xia Yang's voice weakened as well. Painting a Red Garment took a heavy toll on him at his current stage, and it could only last a short time.
"Move!"
He Yi's voice came from behind. He led the Security personnel through the Blood Gate pieced together from the newcomers' corpses, shoving Su Mo, who had contributed the most to opening it, to the back.
His breathing quickened. He Yi remembered what Situ An had told him: no matter what, he had to guard the path leading home. Everything Situ An possessed was hidden there.
Situ An is most likely dead. Now all of this will be mine.
Disaster had arrived, and morality and ethics would become utterly worthless. With murderous ghosts running rampant, power was now the only measure of anything.
Just imagining the future excited He Yi. He could hardly wait as he approached the two rooms.
"But... why are there two rooms? Situ An only told me about one home. Psychopaths and a butcher? Which one is his real home?" He Yi knew Situ An's temperament and understood that success would not come so easily. This "should" be the final "test."
Turning his gun toward Su Mo, He Yi said, "You. Go open the door to the House of the Abnormal."
"Me again?" Su Mo pressed his lips together. He wanted to resist, but the other man had a gun, while he only had the thin quilt Aunt Four-Mouths had given him.