And… from some unknown time, things started to become different from what he had imagined. The situation was changing, and this change was focused on the person named Wang Fugui.

Could it be… that he was also a disciple?

But it seemed, why did he give him a different feeling from the others?

Lin Muyun was a very sensitive person. Even Xia Qiang, who was very good at disguising himself, could still feel the despair and tyranny that permeated from the depths of his body, even his soul.

But Wang Fugui gave him a different feeling. He was like an ordinary person. Even more bizarre, there was a sense of inexplicable peace of mind around this man.

After Wang Fugui replaced him as the one holding the lamp, everyone’s speed increased a lot.

He led the group, trying to avoid the locations where he sensed danger. If they really couldn't avoid it, they wouldn't retreat and go around in a big circle. Instead, after reminding everyone to be careful, he used the light to clear the way, forcing back the ghostly figures hidden in the fog.

Now, no one doubted the fat man's ability anymore. Yuan Xiaotian's face showed excitement. "This is the 4th floor. If we go down 3 more floors, we can leave!"

"I suggest we rush straight down, and just force back the ghostly figures we encounter. The most important thing now is time!" Yuan Xiaotian continued.

Feng Jie, carrying someone on his back, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, looked around vigilantly, and said slightly panting, "It's not that simple. Have you noticed that every time we collide with a ghostly figure, it's us who actively crash into them? It seems that the ghostly figures are being forced back, but they haven't lost anything. On the contrary, on our side, the light is getting dimmer and dimmer."

"Every collision weakens some of the light. I'm afraid that after a few more times, this lamp will give out first. If the range of the light can't cover all of us, the killer…"

"We will expose our shadows and re-satisfy the killer's killing conditions!" Zhou Tong immediately understood what Feng Jie meant.

The fat man was busy finding a relatively safe path, while Jiang Cheng was always vigilant about his surroundings, especially behind him.

Xia Qiang, who had twisted and torn Huai Yi's legs, had left a deep impression on him.

Neither of them had time to participate in this kind of discussion.

When the fat man stopped again, looking cautiously at the mist in front of him, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but frown. "It's too late. This lamp won't last until we switch to another passage."

The light had already weakened to a certain extent. If they suffered another impact, it was feared that it would not be able to cover everyone, and someone would expose their shadow, attracting the killer again.

Could it be… that someone would eventually have to be abandoned?

Then what was the point of the choices they had made?

A sense of powerlessness surged into Jiang Cheng's heart again, so familiar, so familiar that it was terrifying. Faces flashed through his mind like slides, including Wang Qi, who said "I understand" on the phone, and Xu Yi, who opened the car door and smiled, begging him to live on…

"Huff—"

Now that things had come to this, Feng Jie felt relaxed instead, as if he had unloaded the pressure in his heart. He took a deep breath, and then slowly put Huai Yi down from his back. "There's no choice. Let's break through."

"The range of the light is not enough. I'll leave first, and if it's still not enough," he glanced at Yuan Xiaotian and Zhou Tong, his tone natural and firm, "Xiaotian, Zhou Tong, you fill in."

"Mr. Jiang, this is Mengyao's identity card, please take it." Yuan Xiaotian stuffed the card taken from Li Mengyao's chest into Jiang Cheng's hand without explanation.

"And also Qiang Ge's, please help bring it out." Zhou Tong rummaged through his body and found Xia Qiang's chest card, handing it over in a hurry, seemingly worried that he would not have the chance if he was too late.

"Mr. Jiang, this time it's us who are holding you back, sorry." Feng Jie said, seizing the time, "After you go out, don't come back. Please take Lin Muyun and Lin Muwan away. The Xia family will give you a satisfactory reward, please."

Without waiting for Jiang Cheng to answer, Feng Jie shifted his gaze and looked into the fog in front of him, where a figure was faintly visible. It was Li Mengyao, no doubt.

Sure enough, she was waiting for them in front.

In the jolting, Huai Yi actually opened his eyes in a daze. He opened his mouth slightly, not sure what he wanted to say, his throat making meaningless whimpering sounds.

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to make a decision, suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm and tugged it hard. Jiang Cheng looked over and met Lin Muwan's eyes.

Lin Muwan's eyes were firm, and she raised the notebook in her hand, with two scribbled words written on it: Elevator.

Seemingly worried that Jiang Cheng would disagree, Lin Muwan quickly shook the notebook in her hand, looking at him with a face full of anxiety.

"Elevator?"

At the same time as seeing these two words, everyone's expressions froze, and then their eyes lit up.

That's right, not only retreat and break through, they can also take the elevator!

Under the long-term survival experience in missions, and the education of countless bloody examples, those of them who often struggled for survival in nightmares instinctively forgot the elevator option.

The more experienced people were, the more obvious it was. This characteristic had become a mindset, deeply engraved in their bones.

And obviously, the Lin Muyun and Lin Muwan siblings did not have so many concerns.

Now their biggest enemy was time, and in the way ordinary people thought, the elevator was obviously the fastest way to reach the first floor.

"Mr. Jiang," Lin Muyun said quickly, "Muwan is right, last time I took the elevator directly from the 11th floor to the 1st floor. There were no problems during the process, but after leaving the elevator, I was found by the killer."

Lin Muyun's words strengthened everyone's confidence. Now the lamp was still in their hands. Even if the elevator door opened and the bodies of Xia Qiang and Li Mengyao blocked the door, they could just rush over.

In short, the situation would not be worse than it was now.

"Go." Jiang Cheng made a decision, "We take the elevator."

When the group found the elevator on the 4th floor, fortunately, the elevator light was on, showing that it was parked on the 10th floor, as before.

Pressing the elevator button, the elevator went down. As the door slowly opened, the scene inside shocked everyone.

A huge dent was carved on the inner wall of the elevator. Through the gap in the deepest part, cold wind was constantly blowing outwards. It was done by the killer, with that terrifying axe!

But inside the elevator, apart from the terrifying traces left by the axe, there were no corpses.

And among them, no one had died.

Jiang Cheng's face sank, and he immediately understood that this axe should have been swung by the killer at Wu. It seemed that Wu had also been to the elevator, but it was too tightly entangled by the killer and did not escape successfully.

Seeing the traces on the inner wall of the elevator, everyone's hearts, which had been warming up, cooled down again. Even that guy hidden in Jiang Cheng's shadow had not escaped, so would they… still have a chance?

"Let's go." Jiang Cheng was the first to step into the elevator.