There was virtually no resistance, not because the lock was ineffective, but because the door wasn’t locked at all!
After slamming the door open, Su Xiaomin fell to the ground. What terrified her was that despite being separated by a re door, it felt like two different worlds. Outside, there were no flas, no thick smoke, not even a whiff of burnt odor. Instead, it was filled with a chilling sense of gloom and darkness.
As she reeled from shock and turned her head, the sight behind her frightened her soul out of her body. A charred, genderless Ghost stood directly behind the door, a burnt face looming over and staring down at her.
Behind it was the office where they had started.
At that mont, Su Xiaomin understood everything. She had been deceived; the door she had broken open wasn’t hidden in the dark area but was the door to their office!
That door, which the Ghost couldn’t open from the outside, she had opened with her own hands.
The next second, the Ghost fell straight down, and in Su Xiaomin’s despairing gaze, it pounced on her, spreading its limbs like an octopus, tightly entwining with her.
Flas rose amidst Su Xiaomin’s screams. Her skin and hair began to lt, followed by the red, bloody muscles beneath, as her whole self seed to be shed layer by layer into ashes, until there was nothing left but a twisted, unrecognizable charred black figure.
Minutes earlier, Chen Moting, crawling on the ground with all her strength, had finally reached Su Xiaomin’s side.
At this mont, Su Xiaomin was still hiding under the desk, coughing violently, but otherwise in decent shape – not fainting and able to recognize the rescuing Chen Moting.
"What do we do now?" Su Xiaomin lowered her body, imitating a crawl, and asked Chen Moting.
"We leave first, get out... get out of here and talk later." Chen Moting covered her mouth and nose, showing signs of severe poisoning, and with difficulty, pointed in the direction of the door.
"Okay." Su Xiaomin responded.
The next second, Su Xiaomin crawled out from under the table and staggered forward.
As Su Xiaomin turned, Chen Moting’s face suddenly turned somber.
She realized sothing had gone wrong; this Su Xiaomin was fake. Either the real Su Xiaomin had been deceived away or was already dead.
In fact, the first glance Chen Moting had at this Su Xiaomin, she knew this person was fake.
The reason was simple: this "Su Xiaomin" was in too good a state, able to recognize her in the fog before she did in this environnt.
Moreover, her face was too clean, unbelievably unsared by the irritants causing snot and tears. Her eyes barely showed any redness, a clear sign she wasn’t human.
Yet at this mont, an unexpected situation had erged. If she turned and ran, it might trigger danger. Chen Moting managed to suppress her internal fear, ready to counteract and act according to circumstances.
Since the opponent hadn’t imdiately acted against her, it indicated they weren’t able to; she still had a chance to escape.
After calming her mind, Chen Moting followed behind the "Su Xiaomin." The two groped slowly towards the door of the room, which was now half open.
Su Xiaomin first poked her head out, then turned back and whispered, "No problem, stick close to , we’ll leave through the back office and not the main entrance."
"Okay." Chen Moting feigned dizziness, nodded painfully.
At this mont, she was sowhat speechless; this Ghost didn’t seem too smart, nor was its imitation convincing. In front of her, when would Su Xiaomin dare to act so presumptuously?
Just as "Su Xiaomin" had half her body out the door, she suddenly paused, seemingly about to turn around, but Chen Moting wasn’t going to give her the chance. She swung a chair with a backward motion, smashing it heavily against the back of "Su Xiaomin’s" head, then without hesitation, quickly shut the door. Following a loud "bang," she slamd the door closed with her body.
As this seemingly fragile glass door shut,
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