Immediately afterwards, the chandelier swayed precariously, the cabinet tipped over, the window cracked, and the walls began to peel away, vaguely revealing the ravages of time behind it.
Yuan Qingli and the others saw that the sunlight outside was getting stronger and stronger, and cracks suddenly appeared all over the wall.
"Quick! Let's go downstairs!"
Yuan Qingli shouted and quickly pulled Zhuang Xiangyi away from being hit by the decorative light. The remaining two men, needless to say, also helped each other out of the room.
The swaying corridor resembled a giant serpent suddenly awakened, with a layer of the ground being lifted up, transforming into a long gray tongue that surged towards the crowd like a tide.
The elevator door on the 13th floor was blocked by rubble of varying sizes, making it impossible to walk through.
Everyone tacitly stopped where they were; no one rushed towards the stairwell, as it wasn't safe there anyway. Who could guarantee that rocks or walls wouldn't fall down as they hurried downstairs?
How could they hide in such a confined space?
I don't want to be smashed into a tofu pudding!
The group exchanged glances, their gazes all fixed on Yuan Qingli. Even at this critical moment, in the face of death, they still held onto the thought that the other person was alright.
Yuan Qingli felt as if she were being stared at by three pairs of eyes, which felt like thorns in her back and a fishbone stuck in her throat.
In the mirror world, she could ask the sword immortal for help to control a sword, but the sword immortal outside the mirror was just a weakling at level 1.
We can't count on them.
"Let's take a gamble!" Yuan Qingli gritted her teeth. "I'll smash the corridor window with an axe. You guys gather as many sheets and curtains as possible, tie them tightly together, and then attach them to that thick water pipe. We'll tie the sheets to ourselves and go bungee jumping out of that window!"
Although danger was foreseeable, there was no other way now, and no more time to waste for them.
Lin Shaojie nodded: "I agree! It's just that it's bright outside, and we don't know if there are any other dangers, but it's better than being crushed to death."
"But it hurts a lot to fall to your death." Chicken Claw silently shed tears.
Zhuang Xiangyi nodded, then turned and ran into the nearest room, bringing out all the sheet and curtain strips.
She gestured a few times, indicating that Yuan Qingli, who was the strongest, should do the job of tying the bed sheet.
How many lanes do we need on the thirteenth floor?
Never mind! I have to get this done before the whole hotel starts shaking violently!
Seeing this, Lin Shaojie and Chicken Claw Brother said nothing and went off separately to loot the bed sheets and curtains.
Yuan Qingli tied one of the strips to the exposed water pipe that had peeled off the wall, wrapping it around several times.
Then they started wringing the sheets and tying knots.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Yuan Qingli's hands gradually went numb until the height of the bed sheets and curtains in front of her slowly decreased. She shouted, "Done!"
"I'll be the first to go and check it out..."
Lin Shaojie grabbed the long tail and walked to the escape window that Yuan Qingli had smashed open.
"Even if there are terrifying monsters down there and I die, it's okay," Lin Shaojie comforted himself. "It's rare to be a brave...soldier...ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Qingli kicked him down: "Stop talking nonsense and don't waste time."
Zhuang Xiangyi went down second, followed by Brother Chicken Claw.
Lin Shaojie's "Ah ah ah" also disappeared in the wind.
Yuan Qingli stared at the increasingly bright world and jumped out of the window.
Little did she know that the moment she jumped, the strip of cloth tore apart and slid quickly to the window.
A withered, white hand grasped it.
Two.
...
Five.
"No more cleaners!"
"Damn it, let go! I haven't transported a corpse in years!"
"Pah, what are you talking about? You're not willing to let go either."
"I'm letting go. Who will mourn us? Saving lives is saving lives, why be shy..."
"Um, did you ask her name?"
"I know, I know, her name is—"
[Yuan Yali! ]
...
"We're not dead, we're not dead!"
"They're out!"
The group, covered in dust and grime, looked at each other, and no one could manage a smile.
Yuan Qingli turned her head, wanting to take another look at the hotel.
The alfalfa in the garden swayed gently in the breeze.
She lifted her foot, looked at the mud on the sole of her shoe, and smiled brightly.
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