Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Footsteps echoed in the dark and quiet corridor.
The cold air constantly surged from the depths of the corridor like a pair of icy hands brushing against Shao Zifeng's cheeks, mixed with a faint stench of blood, causing the hairs on his body to stand up involuntarily.
Since he had entered the elevator space, that unknown entity had released its control over his head, although his vision, smell, and hearing were unaffected, his body moved on its own into the dark depths as if he were a marionette.
He tried to stop walking, but his legs wouldn't obey, just like a paralyzed person trying to lift a hand but finding they can't do anything.
One.
Two.
Five.
Eight.
Nine.
Shao Zifeng silently counted the steps in his mind; just like his memory, there were nine steps before turning a corner, but he didn't know how much longer he had to walk.