Extreme terror could cause oxygen poisoning.
He Zheng's arms went numb, and his mind went blank. In the deathly silence, all he could hear was his own ragged breathing.
Why wasn't there any sound...
Why wasn't anyone but him making a sound?
He couldn't understand it. All he knew was that only the dead walked without making a sound!
His chest heaved as He Zheng tried to calm himself, but boundless terror left him barely able to think.
This was nothing like the dangers he had faced before. Back then, he had at least known who the enemy was. If he couldn't escape, he could still fight for his life.
But now, he didn't even know what had happened. He didn't even know whether Ye Lin was dead-or he was!
Since entering the Death Exam, he had never come closer to despair than he did at this moment. He didn't know what had happened, much less what he should do.
He Zheng trembled all over as he stared at the half-open doorway a short distance away, pitch-black inside.
Everyone except him trudged forward numbly, like paper effigies, heading into that darkness without hesitation.
He didn't know what lay in the darkness, but he could tell that something was terribly wrong in there.
He could faintly sense something behind the door watching them! It had opened its mouth, waiting for them to walk inside, one by one, so it could devour them alive.
They couldn't keep going.
He had to stop them! He had to make everyone stop!!
"Ye Lin!! Ye Lin!!"
No longer caring whether doing this would put him in danger, He Zheng shouted desperately and clamped both hands around Ye Lin's arm, trying to stop him.
Yet even as he pulled with every ounce of strength, veins bulging