After Xie De left the top floor, the door to Room 402 slowly opened. Thick blood flowed out, but beyond the doorway lay nothing but darkness, an ill omen.
"Host, where are we going now?" 455 watched Xie De race through stairwells and corridors. It fell silent for a moment, then spoke again. "I'm really worried about 730."
"I think you'd be better off worrying about our own situation first."
Expressionless, Xie De stared at the wide-open door to Anbers's room. Anbers wasn't inside.
His personal belongings were still neatly arranged. Dismantled human body parts soaked in Potion Bottles, and those strange, old-fashioned instruments whirred away as though waiting for their owner to return.
But the pot that had stopped boiling and the herbal brew that had gone cold announced that Anbers had been gone for at least an hour.
Ying Lin and Xi Yijiu were both well and truly dead. They had offended Anbers the moment they appeared, and now that something had happened to them, there was no reason for him to remain so quiet.
Where had Anbers and Wei Yunmo gone?
Just then, Little House Centipede crawled shakily out of a corner, waving its antennae tearfully and flailing its legs as it rattled off a long explanation.
455 translated with a frown. "Wei Yunmo was captured by a demon, but Anbers rescued him afterward. Now Anbers and Wei Yunmo are... outside the instance?!"
455 sucked in a breath. "Aah-Σ(っ°Д°;)っ! We're doomed, doomed! Host, maybe we shouldn't have let 730 leave in the first place. After Anbers snatched Wei Yunmo from the demon, the demon lured him out of the instance! And the worst part is, he actually left!"
"Damn Laboratory, look what you've done!"
Holding Little House Centipede, Xie De leaned against the wall. Perhaps he was