The world outside was pitch dark. Theoretically, a transparent "thing" would squeeze into the elevator.
Wang Hao made no scruples and directly used the ability of "Spiritual Vision."
A gray mist appeared in the air, and a human face hovered above the elevator, seemingly laughing, yet seemingly crying, mocking, angry, weeping...
But something strange happened: in this new reincarnation, the elevator doors remained open, never closing.
Nor did it descend to the third basement level.
Everything around them quieted down.
Finally, it evolved into a dead silence. Even the woman in red stopped trembling.
"What's going on?"
Wang Hao focused intently on the few people around him.
He was ready to use his own blood to deter these oddities.
"They… should be devoid of thoughts."
"They're not like the beings of Taoyuan Village who still possess thoughts, hence there's no possibility of communication."
