There was a slightly reddish light, coupled with the occasional red tinge in the boss's eyes.
This can't be a bloody disaster!
A wave of emotion washed over me. To be honest, I wanted to grab this guy as soon as possible.
However, he seemed to have gone mad, running upwards with great strides.
And the pace has changed from the initial hurried two or three steps to now taking four steps at a time.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that this 200-pound fat man could climb four flights of stairs in one go.
His gaze shifted from worry for his son to an almost pathological madness.
Looking through that faint light, I could indeed see the outline of a door ahead.
However, the area around the door also emitted a faint, half-red, half-yellow light.
It was very strange, yet it also seemed to be a door that was only partially closed.
I couldn't stop this fat guy; he was too fast.
And it was because of that big hole that I was very wary of my surroundings.
On one hand, he had to turn the lightning sword up to its maximum, while on the other hand, he had to constantly watch his step.
I don't want to die without knowing why I fell into a deep pit and ended up in a hidden compartment, where I'd probably be dead for the rest of my life and no one would ever find out.
In less than half a minute, Fatty Zhu had already pulled us over by nearly 50 meters.
With each step, the sound of his large slippers hitting the ground was very clear.
I'm quite puzzled; this guy ran so fast, yet he didn't slip or fall.
I did think the floor was getting increasingly slippery, and I reminded Yiyi about it.
In situations like this, we can simply follow the fat guy from behind.
I looked up and saw that the fat man had suddenly grabbed the doorknob.
But just as I was about to open the door, I heard a sharp, cracking sound!
The fat man screamed, a squeal as loud as a pig's, and immediately pulled his hand back, his face trembling in the air.
Although there was no moisture, he looked like someone suffering from the pain of hot oil being poured on raw meat.
ah?
Fatty Zhou didn't have time to move forward; he staggered back two steps but managed to regain his balance.
I couldn't help but marvel at how well-developed his back muscles were. Although they looked like flabby flesh, they helped him maintain his balance in crucial moments.
That's probably why the fat guy can run so fast without falling over.
When Yiyi and I finally got to his side, we quickly pulled her up.
With the faint light from my phone, I could see that the last half of my hand was completely black.
The flesh dripped down like molten wax, and I knew perfectly well that this was no longer the flesh of a living person; after all, this guy was practically a dead man.
Is this the beginning of our annihilation?
Meanwhile, Fatty Zhou continued his incessant roaring and sobbing.
"ah……"
I couldn't see his bones, and the middle of his palm was translucent.
Just like the drunkard we first met in the post office, I know that his semi-transparent state is slowly dissipating.
However, while the fat man screamed in pain, he slowly clenched his other hand into a fist, as if he was urging the power within his body.
At the same time, I also saw his scattered flesh gradually coming back together.
These two flows are in completely opposite directions, creating a strange scene where one side disperses while the other gathers.
It was only then that I felt a chill run down my spine.
Thank goodness we didn't come up here!
Otherwise, you'd look exactly like this fat guy.
If it were me, I definitely wouldn't have his balance. I'd probably fall backward and end up sprawled on my back somewhere.
It's even possible that we'll fall into that big pit we just saw!
That huge mass grave!
Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered the skeletons we just saw.
That thing also had burn marks on it!
I quickly grabbed the fat man's hand, and when I first touched it, it was burning hot.
However, after the fat man's scream, the warmth on my hand quickly dissipated.
The marks left on the fat man's hands were exactly the same as the edges of the bones!
They were all corroded remnants, as if they had been gnawed on by something.
I felt a surge of relief; thank goodness I hadn't charged in directly.
If anyone was trapped here before, they were probably alive, and those trapped people would definitely have rushed upwards and grabbed the doorknob, just like Fatty Zhou is doing now.
I only noticed the door had a handle after examining it closely just now.
In other words, if someone thought that was the exit, they might have run into it with their whole body, and then it wouldn't just be their hand that got burned.
The moment I bump into the door, I'll probably be turned into a pile of bones in just a few seconds.
At this moment, although I didn't feel much warmth from Zhou Pangzi's hands, the fat man's screams never stopped.
His whole body would twitch every now and then.
Yiyi held the fat man's arm tightly. I was about to yell at him not to move when I suddenly felt a dull tremor under my feet.
The door was right in front of me, but the ground was shaking like this. Could it be an earthquake?
I was puzzled, but when I looked down, I saw that the staircase, which was originally only wide enough for the two of us, was slowly expanding to both sides!
The handrails on both sides are also expanding to both sides at a relatively slow pace.
I quickly made the lightning sword maintain some brightness.
"Master, this kind of lighting consumes a lot of energy!"
Even though it's your decision, I think you should use it sparingly!
I nodded inwardly, but ignored the lightning sword.
In situations like this, illumination is more important than killing the enemy.
After all, if we don't even understand our own situation, we'll just be swinging wildly when we encounter an enemy.
I took a closer look, and the floor, which had just been like obsidian and had a very slippery feel, suddenly became sticky.
A black, sticky liquid oozed from the center of the torn floorboards.
It's as if obsidian has been tempered again, transformed into a liquid at an unimaginable high temperature.
The liquid then rapidly cooled and solidified into new obsidian, which we then stepped on.
The whole process is just like a living thing breathing.
Looking at this thing at my feet, I was filled with emotion.
The temperature on that door just now, and the high temperature that melted the floor beneath our feet, probably came from the same source.
However, this is definitely not a coincidence; it was intentional.
Whether someone is manipulating things behind the scenes, or whether it changes according to our changes.
I can tell that this staircase definitely doesn't want to trap us to death!
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