Chapter 287: Flower in the Depths of the Soul?

Pair after pair of eyes stared at the continuously changing numbers on the elevator display screen, some filled with a bloodthirsty urge, some brimming with suppressed despair, and others teeming with a cold killing intent.

All of them had concealed their presence, waiting in silence.

On the black elevator display, the red number seemed to be bleeding. After about ten seconds, the elevator finally came to a halt.

The elevator doors, smeared with bloodstains, slowly opened to both sides, releasing a piercing blood stench and a heavy putrid smell that wafted through the room. Then, a hand reached out from the elevator cabin.

The hand, covered in a corpse's scars, was a ghastly shade of gray-purple, with swollen fingers adorned with several expensive rings. As the body began to bloat, those rings were embedded tightly into the flesh, as if they had grown into it.

Dull breathing sounds emerged as the hand slowly exerted strength, dragging the corpulent corpse out bit by bit.