"But no matter what, they did save my life. It wouldn't be right to just leave them here like this, would it?"

“He will affect us,” Fang He retorted, shaking his head in an unquestionable manner. “If we abandon him, this place will immediately turn into a death trap.”

Xiao Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly, then stopped insisting and let go, allowing Nineteen to collapse to the ground.

That experience bead must have been his limit. He could have staggered a few steps before, but now he's completely passed out. His body is burning hot, and even his fingers are bright red.

Fang He seemed surprised by her decisiveness, and the words he was about to say caught in his throat.

"Let's go? Weren't you the one urging us?" Xiao Cheng took the lead and walked in the direction he had just pointed.

Fang He paused slightly, then quickened his pace to follow behind her.

The door closed silently behind the two people outside.

Xiao Cheng looked around the brand-new cubicle, a fleeting hint of surprise in her eyes.

The cubicles were still empty, but no longer completely white.

The walls were painted a slightly dark gray, and in the very center of the floor was a tightly closed square iron door with two copper rings welded to the side. It looked very heavy, but there was no doubt that it led directly to the next compartment.

"We're lucky. This level of gray grid is close to the core, so no more monsters will appear."

As Fang He spoke, he walked straight over and opened the iron gate.

He pulled on the brass ring on the iron gate and tried to open it, but he was unsuccessful.

"It's too heavy." He rubbed his palms together, found a more convenient point of leverage, and without looking up, asked Xiao Cheng behind him for help, "Come and lend a hand."

But there was no response.

"Xiao Cheng?"

Somewhat puzzled, he loosened the brass ring, straightened up, and turned to look back.

Then his body froze instantly.

He looked down at the knife pressed against his neck, tilted his head slightly, and asked as if puzzled, "Are you kidding me?"

"It seems like you're the one who's always joking."

Xiao Cheng pressed the blade even tighter, cutting all the way into the flesh, with bright red blood meandering down the path.

"No matter what you are, I'll give you one more question since you've led me this far."

"Where did you put the real Fang He?"