Shen Ru had little recollection of any of these people. They were probably contestants who had been lingering at the back of the group all along.
But the attendant's words were somewhat concerning.
The phrase "failed the assessment" did not bear thinking about. Aside from encountering a child, nothing had happened in the dark tunnel.
The answer was obvious.
Apparently, children were not at the very bottom of this Palace's hierarchy.
No one made any rash moves. These figures seemed to be following the rules, but in reality, they were also putting the players in their place.
Shen Ru started walking, following the attendant forward.
As he walked, he quickly scanned his surroundings. There were no elevators here, only old-world European decor. A staircase spiraled upward, and the colorful stained-glass windows all depicted holy young girls.
Although the ceiling was high, there were only three floors.
The bathing facilities were on the first floor. Shen Ru was just about to turn with the others when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone being wheeled out of the Long Corridor diagonally opposite them.
The person sat in a wheelchair, with nothing below his torso.
What caught Shen Ru's attention was not just the tune the man was humming, but also his utterly sated expression-especially the unusual red sheen around his mouth.
Suddenly, the young man stopped short.
Mo Yu noticed something was wrong and asked softly, "What is it?"
Shen Ru's expression turned strange. "Since coming here, I've been able to see everyone's face."
That alone was merely a little odd, but what the young man said next piqued Mo Yu's interest. "Apart from players, I can only see the faces of children and dead people."
Following the attendant down a Long Corridor, the group arrived at