The old elevator ascended rapidly, the red numbers on the display changing so quickly it seemed almost abnormal, as if something were eagerly rushing up.
Mournful music lingered in Han Fei's ears, mixed with faint singing, as if two different forces were now searching for him.
Having lived in the Deep World for so long, Han Fei's senses had become exceptionally sharp. While the numbers were still changing on the display, he had already run to the stairs between the thirteenth and fourteenth floors.
"Compared to the thirteenth floor, the fourteenth floor is more dangerous. Do you dare to stop on the fourteenth floor?" Han Fei returned to the fourteenth floor, and to his surprise, the elevator indeed stopped there.
The number 14 on the display looked somewhat frightening. After flashing a few times, the silvery-gray elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.