The car stopped outside the Time of Death Complex. Wu Ji stood at the front, her posture straight.
Opening the car door, Xu Huan frantically replied to his messages. His wife and father-in-law had called more than a dozen times, apparently misunderstanding his relationship with Doctor Wu Ji. After his attempts to explain got nowhere, Xu Huan simply turned off his phone.
"Something is wrong with this complex. I smell a powerful aura of death, yet I also sense an enormous amount of vitality." Wu Ji wore boots, her entire body wrapped in black.
"What does an aura of death smell like?" Old Ma lay nearby. This was not his first visit to the Time of Death Complex. He had come here with Doctor Gao long ago, and Xu Huan had seen those memories.
"Cold, damp, and full of malice. Like a snake slipping into your collar, its scales scraping so distinctly against the skin of your chest." Holding the wall clock in one hand, Wu Ji walked into the complex.
"Wait for me!" Seeing her leave, Xu Huan dragged Old Ma along and hurried after her.
As soon as the two people and the horse entered the tower, they smelled burning paper money. Ashes littered the floor. Strange writing covered the entrances of every household, and scraps of tattered red cloth were tied to the rusty handrails. Every few meters, they came across an old garment bristling with iron needles.
"It feels like we've entered some giant beast's stomach." Xu Huan had barely taken a few steps before sweat broke out on his forehead—not from exertion, but from fear. "I saw it in Old Ma's memories. For some reason, Xue Se brought him here. They seemed to have found the Man-Eating Room and gone inside once."
Looking hesitant, Xu