A chilling numbness, like a web, enveloped Jiangcheng.

　　He was gradually losing control of his body, a strange force pulling him from behind, as if trying to drag him into a swamp.

　　He could feel the killer approaching him with some bizarre method, gradually infiltrating his shadow, and after this process was complete, it would kill him.

　　Closer.

　　Even closer.

　　But just a split second before Jiangcheng felt that chilling aura about to press against his back, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in his shadow on the ground.

　　Immediately afterward, strange ripples spread across the shadow, and it silently stood up from the ground.

　　The killer, who had been standing on the shadow, paused.

　　The standing shadow replaced Jiangcheng's position, and Jiangcheng, freed from restraint, staggered forward.

　　The chill on his body gradually receded, and slowly, control of his body returned to him.

　　As soon as his legs regained sensation, he immediately ran forward.

　　He knew that the standing shadow was Wu.

　　The killer would never have imagined that Jiangcheng's shadow had been replaced, and the one who replaced it was another guy whose terror level was definitely no less than its own.

　　But in the killer's eyes, wrapped in tape, there was no fear at all. It was still the same as before, as if no matter who stood in front of it, whether it was a person or anything else, it treated them the same way.

　　It slowly raised the giant axe in its hand and slashed down at Wu.

　　The not-so-sharp axe blade did not, as before, shatter everything in its path and split the person in front of it in half.

　　The axe did indeed strike down, but strangely, it was as if it had been plunged into a swamp. The blade sank deeply into Wu's body, leaving only a part of it exposed.

　　Even more bizarre was that after the killer struck with this axe, it seemed to have fallen into some pre-set program, and began to mechanically retreat, while trying its best to pull the axe out.

　　It gave the feeling that it only cared about striking down with the axe, and what the result was, whether the person it砍 (kǎn - chopped) was dead or not, was not within its consideration.

　　It was like a rigid ritual.

　　But this time, something different happened.

　　Wu, standing in front of it, had taken an axe blow for nothing, without saying a word, or more precisely, since it had replaced Jiangcheng's position, it had remained motionless, seemingly restricted by some kind of rule.

　　But now, the rules were lifted, and black, strange ripples began to ripple across Wu's body. Then, a slender knife appeared in its hand, its blade as clear and bright as water.

　　The next second, Wu turned and slashed down with the knife.

　　...

　　"Hoo--"

　　"Hoo--"

　　Jiangcheng ran a long way in one breath, until he came to the corner of the corridor, facing the safety exit, before stopping. He kept panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

　　That was close.

　　Fortunately, Wu had saved him.

　　"No," Jiangcheng thought to himself, "this doesn't seem to have anything to do with Wu's kindness. After all, it was the killer who provoked Wu."

　　Remembering what Xia Qiang had told him, and his own personal experience, Jiangcheng roughly deduced the killer's method of killing.

　　First, it finds an opportunity to get close. If it is not seen, then it waits until it quietly stands behind you, standing on your shadow, and then it will launch an attack.

　　And this kind of attack is fatal.

　　Xia Qiang, Yuan Xiaotian, and Li Mengyao all died from such attacks.

　　Just as Jiangcheng was thinking about what kind of sparks Wu would create with the killer, suddenly, the safety door in front of him, which was tightly closed, moved a little, a very slight movement that would be completely missed if not carefully observed.

　　Immediately afterward, the door opened a crack.

　　Jiangcheng's heart, which had just been lowered, suddenly rose again.

　　His first reaction was Yuan Xiaotian, waiting for him here!

　　But...

　　A few seconds later, the door suddenly opened, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him. "It's you!" Jiangcheng couldn't help but feel a little surprised and delighted.

　　Lin Muwan quickly walked out from behind the door, jogging towards Jiangcheng.

　　After running closer, she immediately took Jiangcheng's arm, as if to see if he was injured.

　　"I'm fine," Jiangcheng said quickly, "Why haven't you run yet? It's very dangerous to stay here. The killer and Yuan Xiaotian might come after us at any time."

　　"I'm waiting for you," Lin Muwan quickly wrote in her notebook, "I knew you'd be okay." Even in this dim environment, you could still see that Lin Muwan's eyes were red.

　　"I'm fine," Jiangcheng couldn't think of any other words to comfort her, and immediately took her arm and walked towards the safety door, "Let's leave here first. I think the killer will be chasing after us soon."

　　Lin Muwan followed him, behaving very well. As she walked, she wrote in her notebook: "Brother just sent me a message saying that he is fine now, and he also told me that hiding is useless. If you want to end all this, you have to leave here, leave Yourun Building." She was worried that Jiangcheng wouldn't be able to see clearly, so she used two full pages to write these words completely.

　　Walking quickly down the stairs, Jiangcheng listened carefully to the sounds around him, and asked vigilantly: "Did your brother ask you anything? For example, your location, the situation on your side, or your next plans?"

　　Jiangcheng was worried that the brother who sent the message to Lin Muwan was not Lin Muyun, but a ghost.

　　His worry was not unreasonable. After all, he had encountered similar things more than once.

　　But as soon as Lin Muwan heard Jiangcheng's words, she shook her head very firmly. Then, she wrote in her notebook: "No, I'm prepared. Brother didn't ask me anything, and he warned me to be careful in everything."

　　"In a place like this, trusting a phone call is very dangerous. He won't ask me questions, and he hopes I won't ask him either. He has his own plans."

　　Lin Muwan kept turning pages to write these words, but fortunately, Jiangcheng was there to protect her.

　　She's a smart person, and these siblings are very similar in this regard.

　　After thinking for a moment, Jiangcheng said, "Judging from the tone, it should be your brother. Moreover, the killer was dealing with another guy just now, and wouldn't have the energy to pretend to be your brother and talk to you."

　　"Your brother is still alive, so you must live on too. He's still waiting for you." As he said this, Jiangcheng looked at Lin Muwan. In a place like this, people are most afraid of losing hope.

　　"Mr. Jiang is the same!" Lin Muwan wrote, her eyes full of determination.

　　Jiangcheng nodded slightly in response. When the killer was standing behind him just now, his whole body felt like it was frozen, and his bones were filled with ice.

　　After this period of time, he had recovered most of his strength.

　　A hand touched him, interrupting his thoughts, and then the notebook was handed over: "The other guy you mentioned... who is it?" Lin Muwan looked at Jiangcheng curiously.