Outside the room, the collective of resentment had also stopped roaring. Inside the not-so-large house, only the two people lying on the ground remained, their heavy breathing echoing in the air.

Li An, who was lying on the ground, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the side and started drinking it in big gulps. In no time, he finished the whole bottle of water, which was nearly a liter long.

After casually tossing the empty water bottle aside, he turned to Number One beside him and asked:

"So...where did your companions go? Did you get separated from them like me?"

"I guess so, but it's a little different from yours. I was chased into this passage by that aggregate of resentment."

After Number One finished speaking, he didn't continue. Ang Lee also looked resigned to his fate, lying on the white floor with his eyes fixed on the somewhat old chandelier on the ceiling.

The room fell silent, except for the occasional coughs from the two of them, and the barely audible sounds of their heartbeats and breathing.

Suddenly, Number One felt an urge to urinate. He finally remembered that he hadn't been to the toilet all day. The last time was when he had left that mass of resentment some distance behind at a bend in the road and hurriedly found an unlocked room to relieve himself.

While being chased by that collective of resentment, the intense tension and fear had temporarily made the urge to urinate forgotten. Now that they were in a safe environment, their bodies were instinctively reminding them to expel impurities.

Feeling the swelling below his body, Number One stood up with some difficulty, afraid that too much movement would cause him to urinate. If he were alone, it would be fine, but now there was a living person lying next to him.

Even with his body wrapped in bandages, he would be mortified if he wet his pants in front of Ang Lee; he couldn't bear the shame.

After struggling to stand up from the white floor, Number One looked at Li An, who was lying to the side staring blankly at the ceiling, and asked with some anxiety:

"Um... how do you relieve yourself in this room?"

Upon hearing Number One's question, Li An, who was staring blankly at the ceiling, turned around and looked at Number One, who had already stood up and had an anxious expression on his face.

Seeing that anxious expression, he seemed to have thought of something, a smile appeared on his lips, and he casually said:

"Oh, do you need to poop or pee?"

"It was just urination."

Number One hurriedly responded, saying that he felt he was about to burst, his lower body felt like it was about to explode, and he didn't know how he had managed to hold on all day. Could it be that fear could activate such great potential in a person?

"Just pee right there. When you're full, just throw it out the window."

Ang Lee lay on the white floor, casually raised his left hand, and pointed to a black trash can in the corner of the room.

Following the direction Li An pointed with his left hand, Number One also saw the somewhat dilapidated black trash can. Ignoring Li An's words, he crossed his legs and quickly walked towards the corner of the room.

At this moment, Number One didn't care about Li An lying on the ground behind him. He turned his back to Li An and took off his tattered pants.

Then, the sound of rushing water filled the small room.

After a long while, Number One let out a long sigh of relief. Now that all the impurities in his body had been expelled, he felt refreshed and as if he were floating.

Looking at the pale yellow liquid that had filled half of the black trash can, Number One really wanted to know how he had managed to keep running away all day.

However, since that black trash can is almost full, it should be cleaned out.

Thinking this way, since the liquid was expelled from his own body, Number One didn't feel disgusted at all. He simply lifted the outer edge of the trash can with his left hand and walked towards the window.

Looking out the window at the towering buildings that resembled a modern metropolis, Number One would have thought he was in a bustling modern city if it weren't for their dilapidated walls.

Stopping thinking about those inexplicable ideas in his mind, Number One lifted the trash can high and then threw the pale yellow liquid inside through the unobstructed window.

Watching the liquid fall rapidly from the sky, and not hitting the ground for a long time, Number One sighed, "How high must it be?" before retracting his left hand, which was sticking out of the window and holding the black trash can.

After putting the trash can back in its place, Number One, who had emptied the trash and felt as light as a feather, returned to Li An's side, who was lying on the white floor.

After slowly sitting down on the ground, Number One noticed that Li An was looking at him with a smile. As if he had thought of something, he said to Li An in a strange tone:

"You...you wouldn't be..."

"Hey, stop. Don't assume anything strange just because I smile. I smile simply because I'm a cheerful person. There's no other reason, and I'm not some kind of man who's interested in men."

Before Number One could finish speaking, Li An immediately interrupted him and quickly explained.

Upon hearing Li An's explanation, Number One outwardly dropped his inexplicable expression, but inwardly he remained on guard. After all, even if he was interested, he would definitely say he wasn't. Just in case, he would sleep with his back against the wall so that even if he were violated while asleep, he could react quickly.

But no matter what he was thinking, Number One still said aloud:

"You misunderstood. What I really meant was, you don't just lie on the floor all day staring at the ceiling, do you? Don't you have anything else to do? Like..."

"For example what?"

Seeing that Number One didn't continue, Li An asked with some confusion.

Seeing that Ang Lee had asked the question, Number One stopped being mysterious and directly said what followed:

"For example, go outside and explore to see if you can find a way out, or study the strange object you are carrying to see if it can help you escape your predicament?"

Upon hearing Number One's words, Ang Lee shook his head slightly. Before Number One could ask, he explained his reason for shaking his head:

"I've tried everything you've said. I suspect that the endless passage is filled with a monster of a higher level than a high-level monster. I've spent a long time trying to find the end of the passage or the exit."

As for your suggestion to study the strange creatures you carry in order to escape this passage, that won't work either. The highest level I have is only a high-level strange creature, while the level of this passage is higher than the level of my strange creature.

No matter how much research or how well-utilized, low-level monsters can never defeat monsters of a higher level.

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