As time passed, the entire building began to change, and by the time 4:44 a.m. arrived, the Death Building would reveal its true form.
"I've already been here for three hours, and as long as I can complete the patrol mission before 4:44 a.m., I can exit the game directly and avoid the most terrifying brush with death."
Han Fei was about to withdraw his gaze when an arm appeared by the railing on the fifth floor.
The arm, smeared with blood, was as twisted as a charred pretzel.
It seemed to feel Han Fei's gaze and stopped moving where it was gripping the handrail.
Moments later, a face covered in bloodstains poked through the gap in the staircase, her features distorted, those malicious eyes fixed on Han Fei, and her lips that were like two layers of skin slowly parted as if to say—I'll kill anyone I touch!
"Isn't that the woman who just jumped off the building? How did she get inside?"