Su Ming'an walked deeper down the corridor.
First, he had to find his doctor companion, the bizarre fellow who insisted on telling him stories.
He knew where the other's room was, as the only player he could confirm. By questioning him, he would highly likely know the cause of Lin Jiang's death.
He needed to know what exactly had happened during her time on the second floor.
But as he moved forward, he stopped.
As always, that ominous instant death light was approaching him.
He still hadn't obtained the doctor's identity and wasn't immune to instant death.
Last time, it was that phony player who, using a skill similar to cloning, had diverted the light.
And now, that phony player had died.
Su Ming'an extended his hand.
A pure white brilliance congealed in front of his eyes, and shortly after, Shadow cast a glance at him.
"Go, draw it away," Su Ming'an said.
"You really are ruthless," Shadow responded.
Su Ming'an knew that the current Shadow was strong.