"Hey!" Zhou Ze shouted as he ran past the boy for the fifth time, "Hurry up!" He couldn't care less about disturbing the boy; he just knew he was about to give out.

After running for a while, he turned his head to look at the wall, but this time, the two enraged shadows didn't chase after him.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Ze immediately turned and ran towards the boy, who was now standing up, one hand on the wall, looking weak. But on closer inspection, his hand was tightly gripping a shadow. After a while, the shadow's struggles grew weaker and weaker, until it stopped moving.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Ze was overjoyed. How could he not understand that the boy had helped him get rid of the pursuing shadows?

But when the boy turned to look at him, Zhou Ze felt a sudden chill down his spine and took a half step back.

The boy's face was covered with blue veins, and his pupils were so red they seemed to be bleeding. In terms of appearance alone, he was more terrifying than those approaching figures.

But the boy's shadow was still on the wall. Zhou Ze swallowed and cautiously stepped forward, asking, "Are… are you okay? Do you need my help?"

"I found that guy," the boy muttered to himself.

"Who are you talking about?" Zhou Ze couldn't help but ask, "Who did you find?"

Seeing that the boy was about to fall to the ground from exhaustion, Zhou Ze trotted forward and supported him. He grabbed the boy's hand, wanting to carry him on his back, but the sensation in his hand made him lower his head.

Slippery, with a sticky feeling, and a sweet, fishy smell filled his nostrils.

In the dim light, he saw that the boy's left hand was covered in blood. The little finger of his left hand was missing a section, broken off between the first and second joints.

Zhou Ze had never imagined that this was the work of the shadows. It should… no, it was definitely the clown who did it, it was he who broke the boy's finger, the clown in the playing cards!

"Is this the price to pay?" Zhou Ze couldn't help but shudder.

"Don't space out!" The boy's voice pulled him back to reality. The boy looked only tired, listless, but without any complaints or fear.

A gust of wind rushed from behind, and the cowboy hat man stared at the pale-faced boy, "Can you hold on?"

"It's nothing." Number 13 clenched his fist, hiding it behind his back, and gave Number 2 a forced smile, "Listen to me, I found that guy's location, she's above us. My door is starting to backfire, so I can't see it clearly, but I can sense that its volume… the volume is very large, very large. The entire bar is under her control."

"Also," Number 13 coughed a few times, Number 2 didn't even turn his head, kicking a sneak-attacking shadow into oblivion. Someone fell to the ground in the distance with a thud. "Also, cough… cough cough, that guy's weakness and strength are the same, the phone. She needs a phone as a medium to control the people inside the bar. As long as you find that guy's phone and destroy it, you can end all this."

Number 13 had only spoken halfway when Number 2 looked up, but his ability wasn't based on eyesight. In his eyes, the bar ceiling was very dark, and even when he turned on the flashlight on his phone, he couldn't dispel the viscous, ink-like darkness.

From the outside structure, the ceiling of this bar was at most six or seven meters high, but now it seemed much more than that.

"If Number 3 were here, his direct family bloodline all have night vision abilities, and Number 3 is the best of them all." But Number 2 could only think about it. The current problem still had to be solved by himself.

Zhou Ze was almost dying of anxiety seeing the two of them standing still. "I say, you two benefactors, can we think while running? Standing here, are you afraid those guys won't catch up with us?"

"Let's go first." Now that he knew the problem was overhead, Number 2 planned to first shake off the pursuers behind him, find a safe place to settle Number 13, and then find a way to go up and take a look himself.

It was difficult to rely on himself to solve the guy above, but he was confident that he could injure the opponent and create chaos to let Number 13 leave. He only hoped that nothing unexpected would happen during this process.

Just the thought of the Night Watcher, and that unknown S-class lurking nearby, was like a sword hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment.

Especially that unknown S-class. Number 13 had bluntly said that it was an existence stronger than him and another S-class from the Night Watcher. There were very few people like that, so he had no reason not to know.

Was it Number 1, Gong Zhe, or the current chairman of the Night Watcher who had personally come forward? Or perhaps...

At this moment, Number 13 on Zhou Ze's back coughed violently. The originally drowsy brain gradually had blood supply again. He turned his head, his chin resting on Zhou Ze's shoulder, and looked at Number 2's tangled face, "It's Wu..."

A glimmer of light exploded in Number 2's eyes, "It's him!"

"Yes." Number 13 nodded reluctantly and said in a weak voice, "It should be. Otherwise, I can't think of anyone in Rongcheng who would frighten the little guy in my door at this juncture, to the point of making it bite off my finger as compensation to it."

Number 13 opened his left hand. Seeing the missing section of his little finger, Number 2 looked grave. "In other words, Zero is here too."

Number 13 looked bitter, leaning on Zhou Ze's shoulder. "Number 10 is probably here too."

"Nonsense!" Number 2 couldn't help but say, "What are they doing here, causing trouble? And this matter shouldn't affect them. What are they doing here? They can leave whenever they want, this place can't trap them."

After saying this, Number 2 suddenly stopped, his face changing. "No, this spiritual event is specifically targeted at them. The Night Watcher wants to attract Zero. What they... what they really want to hunt is Wu!"

"That should be the case, but this commotion is too big, so we were also attracted. This is something they didn't expect before." Number 13 took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "If it was just targeting us, the Night Watcher would have attacked us long ago, relying on that guy above us."

"Their plan has too many loopholes and was prepared too hastily." After figuring out the relationship between the past and the present, Number 2 still found it hard to believe that the Night Watcher would take such a big risk.

"Yes, this plan is full of loopholes, so it's not the Night Watcher's plan at all, but the arbitrary decision of an old guy." After a pause, Number 13 continued, "A stubborn old guy."

Number 2 instantly understood, "The Chief Inquisitor!"

"His door has been severely damaged, and it seems to be on the verge of collapse. He can't wait for the Abyss Project to be implemented, so he chose to take a risky move. Everything here was created by him." Blood seeped from the corner of Number 13's mouth, and his smile was chilling. "Hehe, he's probably still unaware of what his prey actually looks like now."