Ever since the Golden Martial God had appeared, Chen Jing had once again found a sense of security within the cold, dark flying device, as girls are always afraid of the dark and the unknown, regardless of their strength.
It was an indescribable feeling, as if having Lu Bu'er by her side meant that even if the world were to end, she wouldn't be scared to curl up and cry. Instead, she would dress herself up beautifully and tease him once more before dying.
"Thirty-two meters ahead, turn left."
Lu Bu'er instructed once again.
Chen Jing sprinted to the end of the corridor, and as predicted, she found a passage on the left. The intense stench of decay mixed with the smell of excrement hit her face, almost making her vomit on the spot.
Along both sides of the corridor were many rooms, each invariably containing a morgue bed with bloodstained white cloths scattered on them and surgical tools placed on the side on iron racks.