Chapter 382 The Sin of the Butterfly

The Death Building's underground and aboveground have one major difference: a faint black fog drifts among the floors, and every object here is tainted with a stench of death.

The lights in the fourth underground level seem to be broken, but it doesn't appear too dark because there is a glow seeping through the gaps under the doors of distant residents.

In the dim corridor, that bit of light is the only thing that can provide a sense of security.

Han Fei led the boy by the hand, looking like a helpful passerby guiding a lost child home.

In reality, one was ready to draw a knife at any moment with a phantom grip, while deep within the other's soul, hidden malice was slowly surfacing.

As Han Fei moved further away, the male student in the elevator came out with Yinghuo and Laisheng.

"Han Fei, wait for me!" the male student shouted from behind, but Han Fei seemed to be intentionally maintaining a safe distance from them.