Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Mu Daxian reached out.
Sensing an obstruction, the elevator doors immediately bounced open again.
Mu Daxian grabbed Mao Feiyang's hand and dragged him out of the elevator.
At that moment, Mao Feiyang had been stunned senseless by the Angel Sculptures. Fortunately, Mu Daxian pulled him out in time.
"D-Daxian... the e-e-elevator..." Mao Feiyang came to his senses, stammering, his tongue twisting in his mouth, unable to get a single word out clearly.
"We're screwed. I can fucking see them this time too!" Mu Daxian swore.
Mao Feiyang's heart went cold. If Mu Daxian said they were fine, they were fine. If he said they were screwed, they might really be screwed...
It looked like they were done for this time...
As though the Angel Sculptures had frightened it, a trace of pain returned to Mao Feiyang's cold, numb arm. He looked down and saw that the wound had torn open a little more.
Originally, the tear had been vertical, like an eye opening on his arm. Now it had stretched open sideways too, as though a huge eyeball really might crawl out of his arm...
Scarlet blood seeped out of the wound, seemingly forming some bizarre pattern or symbol, bringing a dull ache.
Mu Daxian noticed the problem. He glanced at Mao Feiyang's arm and couldn't help cursing, "Fuck! A 'Judgment Mark'?! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck..."
Mu Daxian unleashed a torrent of fucks, as though determined to say every swear word he had never said in his life in one breath.
"I was wondering why we attracted the Lower Angel Sculptures' attention when we were together and hadn't even attracted His attention. So this thing was the reason!"
"He must have passed that streetlamp, and when you fell over there, you picked