Chapter 94 The Staff Break Room is Safe
We can't get caught!
Fang Zhiyi reacted quickly, dodging the grabbing hand. As he brushed past the figure, the withered hand missed its target and slammed into the wall, leaving a charred handprint.
"Cough cough—"
The corridor echoed with coughs, each one more forceful than the last, as if the person was trying to cough up their internal organs.
Behind them, shadowy figures lay either crawling on the ground or twisted against the wall, sparks flying from their bodies, thick smoke billowing from their mouths, and the temperature in the corridor rose sharply.
Fang Zhiyi touched the wall and burned her palm. She quickly blew on it to cool it down.
The air in the corridor was distorted, the wallpaper peeled and curled due to the high temperature, and the oil painting in the frame spontaneously combusted without a flame.
The smoke grew thicker and thicker, making Fang Zhiyi cough as well.
"Cough." Covering his mouth and nose, Fang Zhiyi stared at a group of figures with different expressions, and slowly retreated until he was next to Chu Zhao.
Many figures also emerged from Chu Zhao's side, blocking both ends of the corridor, and more and more figures continued to emerge from the thick fog.
Fang Zhiyi shook the blanket off herself and made a quick decision: "Let's go!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them rushed towards the exit on the 65th floor.
Behind him, figures churned, their faces twisted and charred, clustered together on all fours, emitting agonizing howls and screams—a scene straight out of hell.
Don't go! Don't go! Don't go!
The dark figures moved incredibly fast, swarming after them relentlessly.
A thick fog rolled in, and the pursuing figure was almost within reach. Fang Zhiyi unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and splashed it at the nearest dark figure.
Large water droplets fell, making a "sizzling" sound the moment they touched the dark figure. The water evaporated, producing wisps of white smoke. The dark figure's shoulders were soaked, and its body temperature dropped, causing it to begin to crumble into pieces, turning into a pile of black charcoal.
it works!
Fang Zhiyi took out two more bottles of mineral water and splashed them as he ran.
The shadowy figures hesitated to approach, but they seized the opportunity and charged straight up to the 64th floor through the thick fog.
Shining a flashlight over, thick smoke was also billowing from the 64th floor.
Having shaken off the shadowy figure, Fang Zhiyi stopped, his chest heaving as he felt a burning, stinging pain in his throat.
[Poisoning]
[Maximum Stamina -20]
Stamina -5 per second
My stamina is dropping by one bar at a time.
The pervasive fog in the corridor is poisonous. I was chased by the shadowy figure all the way, and the strenuous exercise caused me to inhale more fog, resulting in the negative effect of poisoning.
Fang Zhiyi calmed her breathing, poured the last bit of water from the mineral water bottle into her mouth, and the cool water flowed down her throat, slightly relieving her discomfort.
I stuffed the empty bottle into my backpack and looked at the other end of the corridor. The doors in the corridor were tightly closed, and smoke was seeping out from the cracks in the doors. The smell was getting stronger and stronger.
Fang Zhiyi took out a bottle of mineral water from the supermarket and re-wetted the towel to cover her mouth and nose.
[A Fresh Food Supermarket Lv.4]
[Today's pickup count: 6/12]
I used to think I had too many items to use, but now I realize how few I have when I need them urgently.
I picked up a flashlight, rain boots, and a few bottles of mineral water earlier, and now I only have 6 pickup slots left. I'll have to use them sparingly from now on.
Fang Zhiyi pulled the blanket around herself tighter. After traveling all that way, the blanket was still damp, forming a natural barrier against the high temperature and scorching heat.
Walking down the corridor, shadowy figures moved back and forth, charred and menacing, emitting desperate and chilling howls. They dragged their grotesque, twisted gaits, sparks flying as they moved, sizzling as they landed on the floor.
...Here we go again.
Fang Zhiyi paused, and seeing the scene before her, she felt her throat itch again. Even with the wet towel blocking her way, each breath still brought a burning pain.
There were more shadowy figures than before, and the surrounding temperature was even higher, making it seem difficult to break through.
The shadowy creature is afraid of water, and there's plenty of bottled water in the supermarket. The only problem is... we don't have enough to take.
Six trips will yield six bottles of mineral water, enough to pass through the corridor in front of you, but only on this floor. If you use up your pickups here, you'll be helpless against the shadowy figure on the next floor.
Fang Zhiyi gently bit the tip of her tongue, a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, seeped into her collar along her cheek, and brought a little heat.
Is there any other way? Fire, fire... Through the thick smoke, I could almost hear the sirens of fire trucks blaring on the street outside, their piercing sounds echoing.
Oh, right! Firefighters!
It's impossible for a hotel this tall not to be equipped with fire-fighting facilities.
Fang Zhiyi searched the ceiling and found a fire sprinkler system. He grabbed a hammer from his backpack, aimed, and smashed it down.
The hammer struck the fire sprinkler system, triggering the internal mechanism. With a "bang," the water stored in the pipes sprayed out, instantly turning into a rain curtain that enveloped the corridor.
Fang Zhiyi tilted her head back, letting the raindrops wet her cheeks, and took deep breaths of the fresh, humid air.
Enveloped in a mist of water, the poisonous smoke dissipated, and the dark figures inside screamed and rolled on the ground, eventually turning into pieces of charcoal.
Fang Zhiyi gently kicked it away and strode towards the 63rd floor.
As he turned the corner, he saw a fire equipment display at the far end of the 63rd floor, containing a fire axe, a fire hydrant, and a fire extinguisher.
He stood in front of the fire extinguisher box and tried to open the glass door, but no matter how hard he tried, the door wouldn't budge.
You do not have permission.
Seeing the reminder appear on the fire extinguisher box, he took out the access card that had fallen from the manager and swiped it lightly on the door lock.
【drop】
[Identity verified]
The fire extinguisher box was opened.
Fang Zhiyi put away the access card and took out the fire extinguisher from inside.
Chu Zhao picked up the fire axe.
With their equipment in hand, the two of them went straight into the territory on the 63rd floor.
The fire started on the 63rd floor.
Upon entering, one immediately feels a burning sensation; flames lick at the curtains and furniture, releasing a pungent odor after burning.
Fang Zhiyi wanted to turn on the fire sprinkler system on the ceiling to put out the fire, but found that the water inside had already been drained. He could only grab the fire extinguisher and spray foam at the flames.
puff--
The flames were quickly covered by the powder in the fire extinguisher, leaving only ashes on the ground.
They continued extinguishing fires as they went, eventually reaching the middle of the corridor.
The fire extinguisher had a limited capacity, and after extinguishing three fires, it could no longer spray powder. Fang Zhiyi shook it vigorously and threw the empty shell aside.
He was looking for the fire extinguisher box on the 63rd floor, but before he could find it, he felt a burst of heat behind him. When he turned around, he saw that the flames that had been extinguished had reignited and were burning even higher.
Flames leaped and danced, licking the ceiling, from which fiery figures emerged, crawling and wriggling rapidly down the corridor, appearing before them in the blink of an eye.
Dragon Slayer
Active skill, Frost Storm, use!
The firelight was reflected in his amber eyes. A gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the phantom of an ice dragon appeared behind Fang Zhiyi. Then a roar was heard, and a storm was stirred up for no reason.
In the storm, ice froze.
The flames stopped flickering, and the approaching shadows turned into ice sculptures. Ice crystals surged like waves, instantly covering the corridor.
Ice and fire intertwine, creating a beautiful and dreamlike scene.
This scene lasted only a moment. With a "crack," the ice cracked, and the flames returned.
"Walk!"
Fang Zhiyi relinquished the title of "Dragon Slayer" without even a second's hesitation, and turned to run away.
The fire here is impossible to extinguish; their only option is to run.
Flames engulfed the entire corridor, and explosions echoed continuously behind them.
High Temperatures][Burns
Running wildly felt like dancing on a red-hot iron plate; every step I took stung my feet.
Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth and buried his head as he walked through the thick fog. The ceiling above him cracked, and bricks and beams fell one after another. Sparks jumped in front of him, stinging his eyes.
Huff, huff.
To avoid falling objects, he stumbled and staggered as he struggled to catch the last vestiges of oxygen in his surroundings.
Behind them, thick smoke and flames churned and boiled together, transforming into a fire dragon that frantically devoured everything.
The blanket covering her body was now useless; all the moisture inside had been squeezed out, and it was just a burden.
Fang Zhiyi threw off the blanket, exposing herself completely to the firelight. The hair on her forehead curled up due to the high temperature, and the scattered flames landed on her body, bringing a series of blisters of various sizes.
At the end of the corridor, a flame rose silently, forming a curtain that blocked the way.
Fang Zhiyi didn't stop and went straight to meet them.
There was no other way; if we stopped, the fire wave behind us would catch up.
He took out a large bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and poured it directly over his head, soaking most of his body. He then threw the remaining mineral water to Chu Zhao and dashed into the curtain of fire.
Wow!
Flames rose and encircled the area.
Fang Zhiyi's cheeks were burning hot, and the moisture on his body evaporated rapidly, turning into wisps of white smoke that rose upwards. He rolled over forcefully, tumbling out of the curtain of fire, and continued rolling on the ground until the flames on his body were completely extinguished.
Turning around, Chu Zhao also came out from the 63rd floor.
The moment it emerged, the fire dragon rushed forward, its imposing head poking out from the 63rd floor, only to be blocked by an invisible barrier. After letting out a powerless roar, it turned into a cloud of black smoke.
It's safe now.
Fang Zhiyi leaned against the wall, not wanting to say anything, just breathing heavily.
They exchanged a glance; both were equally disheveled, having emerged from the fire with their clothes torn to shreds and their bodies and faces charred black, covered in soot and ash.
Fang Zhiyi reached out and wiped it, but the more he wiped, the dirtier it became, so he had to give up.
After resting on the ground for a few minutes, I tried to get up, only to find my legs were incredibly weak and my whole body ached. I opened my mouth, but my throat was hoarse and I couldn't utter a single word.
"Cough cough—"
Fang Zhiyi swallowed hard and looked at the countdown.
【37:59:59】
Another 3 hours have passed.
They've only reached the 62nd floor; they need to hurry.
Fang Zhiyi endured the pain and slowly stood up, with one negative effect after another surfacing on her body.
Poisoning, burns, hunger, exhaustion...
In this state, there's no way I can go downstairs; I need to find a place to rest and recuperate.
There are many guest rooms on the 62nd floor, but they are no longer guests of the Jiahua Hotel and cannot enter the rooms without a key card.
Forcing myself to walk a few steps, I suddenly came across an employee break room.
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