hall.

Lan Tuwen was exposed to severely polluted air, with Mr. Lan wearing a mask beside him. He insisted on coming every day to talk to his uncle.

He searched the entire twelfth floor but couldn't find the experimental data, so he could only continue working on this stubborn rock of blueprints and diagrams.

Xiao Ji was still keeping watch over him, and Mr. Lan was not infected today.

There are now 26 people on the 12th floor, including 15 players. Excluding Lan Tuwen, there are 10 people including Mr. Lan. The other nine natives have started scratching their bodies.

He suspected that there must be something special about why Mr. Lan wasn't infected.

The dry conversation was drowsy, but Xiao Ji forced himself to stay awake all afternoon before leaving with the defeated Mr. Lan.

As Mr. Lan passed a room in the corridor, the strong, fishy stench brought tears to his eyes.

As he quickly walked past the doorway, a large, hairy hand suddenly reached out from the door behind him.

Xiao Ji was startled and immediately kicked Mr. Lan away from the doorway. Then, he dodged the hairy monster, grabbed him, and ran towards another room, howling as he ran.

"There's a hairy monster on the twelfth floor!"

He silently thought to himself, "Since I've shouted like that, those two big shots should be able to hear me, right?"

Please, please save him!

Shi Jinzhe did hear it. As Xiao Ji's announcement drew closer, he went to the door and pressed the doorknob.

Before Xiao Ji could even grin in relief as the door opened, a huge tail shot out from inside, its head held high in anger.

He opened his eyes wide. Because he couldn't brake in time, he twisted his ankle. To regain his balance, Xiao Ji twisted his body as fast as he could.

Mr. Lan was left behind, and the long-haired monster chasing after him got closer and closer to Xiao Ji, just an inch away from catching him.

The long purple shadow fell, and the snake's tail, which had been raised high, finally came down.

Snap—

The hairy monster's head was completely shoved into its body, and its snake tail slammed into the floor, causing a slight tremor. The entire Azure Building suddenly shifted one floor.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted only half a second before the building miraculously stabilized and stopped collapsing.

The twelfth floor became the eleventh floor, and before Xiao Ji could even say hello, the door slammed shut mercilessly.

He scratched his head and tactfully led Mr. Blue back.

If it weren't impolite, he really wanted to know where the giant snake was hiding.

Shekh, hidden under the covers, only had its tail drooping on the ground, its head buried in the pillow.

"Fungi invaded the building, and the first floor was eaten away."

"Then the contractor who built this building can brag about it for the rest of their life, it hasn't collapsed." Shi Jin locked the door and stood by the window for a few minutes.

As the day passed, the yellowish-gray deepened, and it became completely impossible to see outside.

A half-full glass of water sits on the windowsill, its surface currently higher on the right than the left.

Shi Jinzhe rested his elbow on the windowsill, turned to look at Shehe, and asked, "Can you petrify this building and fix it in place?"

"I can petrify you and then carve a monument around your neck."

“We can talk about that a few decades later.” Shi Jinzhe walked to the bedside and took two chocolates from the ring for her. “Besides, all you can write now is your own name.”

Suddenly, a hand reached out from under the covers and grabbed Shi Jinzhe. Shehe's tiger's mouth was stuck on his neck. Before he could exert any force, two more floors of the building collapsed.

Things were scattered all over the floor. Once the shaking stopped, Shi Jinzhe sincerely explained to her:

"Look, I'm genuinely worried this building will collapse..."

Shekh was in a bad mood, didn't speak, and tilted his head to suck people in.

The smell was so overwhelming for the snake.

Fortunately, after losing three floors, the Blue Sky Building did not continue to collapse.

The night was dark and gloomy, and Shi Jinzhe was still worried and dared not sleep.

The collapse of three consecutive floors indicates that the lower floors were severely eroded by fungi. If the Azure Building really collapses, what will happen to those monsters outside?

We can't let Sheikh fight all by himself.

Occasionally, people would come to look at the corpse of the hairy monster at the door. Shi Jinzhe, afraid that Shehe would be awakened by the footsteps, would turn her head and glance at her.

Shekh's messy, tousled hair fell onto his face, landing right on his lips.

He stared at her for a long time and found that her breathing rate was frighteningly low; it would take a long time for that strand of hair to move even slightly with her exhalations.

Shi Jinzhe brushed the hair away from her face, and when he touched her skin with his fingers, he found that her body temperature was much lower than yesterday. He immediately went to call Shekh.

After calling him several times, Shekh gave him a faint response: "I'm in a deep sleep."

The fishy smell and suffocating feeling intensified once again. Deep sleep could reduce her sensitivity to the outside world, and it was more appropriate for Shi Jinzhe to stay in bed with her without moving the whole time.

Aside from a decreased sense of danger, there's nothing wrong with it.

"Hibernation...?"

It turned out to be a false alarm. Seeing that Sheh had fallen asleep again, he simply sat up and stared at Sheh, counting how often she took a breath.

There were two instances where the interval between breaths was a bit long, and he unconsciously held his breath, only letting out his own breath when he felt her exhale.

As night deepened, Sheikh's breathing became longer and longer each time, until eventually it was impossible to tell with the naked eye whether she was breathing at all.

Shi Jinzhe was somewhat anxious. Shehe's body was exposed to an excessive amount of irritating odors in a short period of time, and the more developed her sensory organs were, the more uncomfortable she felt.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically, thinking about how Sher had endured this smell for a month and used his sense of smell many times. Finally, he bent his arm and supported her back.

Shi Jinzhe let Sheh lean against him, wrapped his arms around her body from behind, and tightened them.

During her deep sleep, Sherhee followed her instincts and searched for the source of the scent. When her cheek touched warm skin, she leaned closer.

Shi Jinzhe spent the entire night calculating her breathing time. By the time Shehe's breathing returned to a normal frequency, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

Through the beams of light shining in, Shi Jinzhe could see that the wall was covered with a thin layer of fuzz.