The two small snakes' bodies swelled up under the catalysis of the fungus, and they attacked fiercely, but they always missed their target and had no killing power.

Shech saw a kind of madness in their contorted bodies, like the fish that had come ashore, seemingly lively but actually filled with pain.

After yet another failed attack, a slender finger rested on the heads of the two small snakes, tapped them twice, and instantly corroded their bodies.

With the monster no longer blocking his way, Shekh's tail slapped against the protective door, signaling to Shi Jinzhe that he could come out.

The door behind Shi Jinzhe was deformed from being slapped. Receiving this hint, he sheathed his knife and immediately left from inside, catching up with Sheh and grabbing her in two quick steps.

After he left, Xiao Ji took the initiative to cover their retreat, urging Mr. Lan and the other four to leave quickly as well.

Xiao Ji threw a smoke bomb into the doorway and kicked the hairy monster blocking his way. But the corpse was as hard as tungsten steel. Luckily, he didn't use his full strength, or he would have broken its leg.

"Damn, thank goodness I had the foresight to latch onto a powerful figure. Who could possibly sway me?"

When blocking the doorway with monster corpses didn't work, he had to give up and skipped upstairs to catch up with the people who had left first.

Ahead, the player carrying Mr. Blue was moving so much that he jolted people awake.

Mr. Lan groggily opened his eyes and saw the monster corpses scattered on the ground, instantly waking up.

"You guys came out from the tenth floor?"

Xiao Ji, who was walking at the back, complained: "The employees on the tenth floor are almost all infected. Are we not leaving and waiting for them to attack us from both inside and outside?"

"...Then hurry up to the twelfth floor, there's food there." Mr. Lan's stomach ached terribly from hunger, and his body twitched occasionally.

Sheh and Shi Jinzhe arrived ahead of time and stood at the entrance of the twelfth floor. Lan Tuwen's face appeared on the walkie-talkie at the entrance.

Mr. Lan's figure appeared from the corner of the stairs on the eleventh floor.

Shi Jinzhe said, "I've brought the person to you. Open the door."

Lan Tuwen didn't say much. He pressed the switch on the twelfth-floor security door. The door opened only halfway, and the group bent down to enter.

Behind them, the people who had followed upstairs saw the door falling and scrambled and rolled inside, but the door was falling so fast that only 7 people managed to enter using speed-up items.

One of them rolled halfway under the door, and before he could even turn over, the heavy protective door pressed down on him.

The twelfth floor of the Azure Building was filled with a faint fishy smell. Lan Tuwen stood with his hands behind his back in front of the huge arched observation window.

In front of him was a standing screen showing the current status of the tenth and eleventh floors.

“You guys are quite capable; that door isn’t easy to break through.”

"It's broken even though it's not good." Shi Jinzhe didn't stand on ceremony and walked straight to the standing screen.

Red mist was being sprayed on the two floors below, at a very high concentration. All that could be seen on the screen was a red haze and the blurry image of a hairy monster struggling.

"Second Uncle..." Mr. Lan was helped down and staggered over.

Lan Tuwen gets a headache just looking at him. He closed his eyes and gestured for me to get away, saying, "There's food in the small restaurant, get lost."

Mr. Lan bowed and had someone help him walk towards the small restaurant.

"Remember to eat less. There are other people here. Just make sure you don't starve."

"…I see."

Seeing that Shi Jinzhe and Shehe were standing still, Lan Tuwen asked, "Aren't you leaving? Including you all, there are only about thirty people on the twelfth floor. You can stay here without worry until you leave."

"The fungus has already eaten half of the island. Do you think that just because there's an extra layer of protection, everything else that was eaten will be safe?"

Shekh's voice was loud, and the few people who hadn't gone far stopped and turned around to look at him.

“Your body has already developed a disease.” As soon as she got close to Lan Tuwen, she analyzed the subtle differences.

His body immediately entered the ulceration stage, and the slight smell of blood and flesh mixed with a fishy stench could not be hidden from his nose.

Every three floors share an air circulation system. The people on the twelfth floor have long been carrying fungal spores. Apart from the absence of hairy monsters, there are even fewer people here, making it no different from the tenth floor.

Lan Tuwen concealed the truth, and the people here still believed that the twelfth floor would be very safe and that someone would come to rescue them soon. They were deceived and held onto hope while waiting to die.

She said, "There are no living things on this island."

Although Lan Tuwen never looked down on women, he really didn't expect Sheikh to be so perceptive as to see his problem at a glance.

Being diagnosed with an infection did not make him panic.

Researching mutant fungi for battlefield weapons and conducting experiments on the entire Azure Island—he wouldn't dare do these things if he didn't have a strong heart. Sheikh's two sentences couldn't scare him.

He laughed, as if looking at an ignorant child: "What are you trying to say? That I'm a heartless and inhumane entrepreneur?"

"No, your killing has nothing to do with me. I just wanted to tell you,"

Shekh's tone was filled with malice, and his deliberately low, drawn-out voice sounded like a saw: "Your retribution has come."