Capítulo 1581: Chapter 1581: Asking for Directions
But this corridor indeed seems endless, He Ao couldn’t tell how long he had been walking, ten minutes or twenty minutes, as the surroundings showed no change.
He took out a piece of exotic beast at, biting it, as more than half had been consud from his pocket, leaving only a little left.
He adjusted the energy circuit within himself and continued forward.
During this ‘stroll,’ he also combined today’s cultivation experience to identify so flaws in the new cultivation thod, and was making adjustnts and corrections.
As he advanced, a series of different voices echoed behind the slightly ajar doors.
So ca from Loren’s teachers, so from his classmates or friends, and he even heard the voices of his parents and grandparents.
The purpose of these voices was simple: to lure He Ao into the rooms.
Of course, not every room door housed an ‘enthusiastic host.’ Only the slightly ajar doors would invite passersby to ‘enter.’
In fact, most of the doors were tightly shut.
He Ao had attempted to open these closed doors, but they seed to blend into the walls, unmovable.
Just like ga background textures, looking like doors but essentially part of the wall.
After passing countless doors, so ‘changes’ appeared in He Ao’s field of view.
A ‘open’ door appeared ahead in his view.
This door wasn’t slightly ajar but ‘fully open.’
Bright light shone from behind the door.
He Ao walked over, looking at the scene inside the door.
It seed to be a dical room, filled with various clean and tidy dical instrunts, and a flat tal bed.
And as he gazed into the space behind the door, the door suddenly flickered.
It switched instantly, without any transition, the originally open door beca a closed one in an instant.
He Ao stepped forward quickly, approaching the door and twisting the lock, but it didn’t budge.
This door seed similar to the others, becoming a ‘fake door’ akin to a wall.
At this mont, He Ao abruptly paused and turned his head to look behind.
Wide, terrified eyes were reflected in his view.
It was a corpse, sitting behind He Ao on the ground, leaning against the wall, looking ahead in fear.
He was already dead.
This was a ‘familiar face,’ one of the four gang mbers who had just fled, but his companions weren’t with him.
Yet when He Ao arrived, there was no corpse here, as if it suddenly appeared.
He Ao lowered his head, glancing at the corpse, a bullet had pierced through his temple, blowing open half his head.
The loaded pistol was tightly clenched in his hand.
It seed like suicide.
His eyes were wide, seemingly having seen sothing incomprehensible with intense fear in his gaze.
He Ao looked back at the continuous corridor behind him, resembling where he ca from but sowhat distorted.
Logically, these gang mbers shouldn’t be too far from He Ao’s location, but after they ran, they quickly disappeared, and He Ao heard no gunshots along the way.
The space here appears not strictly continuous.
“Mine! Mine!” “Let play too!”
At this mont, childish laughter echoed down the corridor.
This sound wasn’t coming from behind the doors but emanated from the corridor, right by He Ao’s side.
He Ao looked up, towards the source of the sound, but there was nothing there.
No people, no shadows, only emptiness.
“You’ve been playing for ages, now it’s our turn!” “No way, let play a bit longer.”
The children’s voices seed to quarrel over so toy.
They moved swiftly, almost right next to He Ao, who could nearly hear the slightly hurried breathing and the trailing laughter in their voices.
But in his field of view, there was nothing, even with Divine Sense covering his eyes, no energy fluctuations were visible, nor could Super mory sense any Spiritual Body.
Indeed, it was as if there was nothing there.
He Ao instinctively tensed his muscles, reaching for the gun in his pocket, the gun he just took at the building’s entrance.
As his hand touched the gun handle, his gaze glanced over the corpse on the ground, then he paused, making no further moves.
“Obstacle ahead!” “We’re gonna crash!”
The children’s voices were already at He Ao’s front, their laughing voices nearly brushing against his body.
He could even feel these voices ‘seeing’ him, then bypassing him.
“You can’t catch , you can’t catch !”
They even circled around He Ao’s body.
Then the sounds gradually receded, swiftly disappearing at the corridor’s end, as if nothing had ever occurred.
He Ao lowered his head, looking at the corpse beside him, at the hand holding the gun.
If aid at his temple and then suicide, as his hand fell, it should be more outward.
Yet now the corpse’s hand was close to his thigh, seemingly having fired forward and then suddenly ‘killed.’
He wasn’t suicidal; he initiated an attack, the bullet left the muzzle, but he was struck himself.
He Ao shook his head, relaxing his grip on the gun handle.
He vaguely sensed so rules of this abnormal space.
Though he wasn’t sure if his speculation was right, as he had never had much experience with abnormalities before.
Just happened to live in one, and befriended soone living in a similar anomaly.
He Ao looked ahead down the corridor.
And continued forward.
If the Black Wolf Gang’s boss really planned to stir things here, logically they should leave so people behind.
But after all this walking, he hadn’t seen any sign of them.
He Ao turned back to ponder.
The corridor behind was clean and bright, empty.
The blood-stained corpse was nowhere to be found.
He Ao withdrew his gaze.
Could it be that this abnormal space isn’t limited to just this corridor layer?
This ‘abnormality’ seems to beco increasingly intriguing.
He Ao took out a piece of exotic beast at, biting it slowly chewing.
And continued walking forward.
“Ah—”
At this mont, a painful scream ca from ahead.
He Ao looked forward, quickly approaching the source of the sound.
A light and shadow appeared in his field of view.
Again, an open door appeared.
The intense, painful screams echoed from inside the door, and a thick scent of blood perated the entire corridor.
Inside the door was a wide hall, filled with all kinds of strange devices, with ‘hands’ and ‘legs’ hanging.
But those hands and legs were not made of flesh and blood; they were chanical prosthetics, and much smaller than normal in size.
At the center of the hall, small tal beds were arranged intermittently, with roller saw chanical arms floating in the air.
A broad-shouldered man was lying on a bed at that mont.
Bright red blood soaked the silver tal floor.
Loud screams reverberated in the empty room and the long corridor.
But the figure lying on the tal bed had long been dead.
His limbs and head had been severed from his body, facial features twisted, mouth agape, as if trying to breathe heavily, or perhaps screaming until the end.
This was one of the mbers of those four gang organizations.
His screams before dying echoed in the corridor, like a sort of delayed echo etched into the space.
This ti, the door to this room was wide open in front of He Ao, unlike the previous one which suddenly disappeared and shut.
It stood before He Ao, as if ‘inviting’ him to enter.
He Ao withdrew his gaze, continued forward, and just walked past the distance of two doors when the painful screams abruptly stopped.
He Ao turned around, looking back.
The originally open door had vanished, leaving only a tightly closed door identical to the wall.
Shaking his head, He Ao held onto the dried at and kept walking forward; there wasn’t much dried at left.
Once again, the surroundings fell silent, roughly for over ten minutes.
A silhouette lying in the middle of the corridor faintly appeared in his field of view.
The third one.
This silhouette had no wounds; he simply lay on the ground, eyes shut, as if asleep.
However, he indeed wasn’t breathing.
How did he die?
He Ao activated his Divine Sense, scanning over the body’s fra.
There were no visible scars on the body, and it was intact.
Then He Ao’s gaze moved along the body upward and suddenly paused.
He crouched down, gently tapping on the head of this skeleton.
A faint ‘hollow echo’ resonated.
Beneath the silhouette’s intact skull, where the brain should be, it was completely empty now.
Externally, there were no scars; the brain seed to have vanished entirely.
At that mont, the slightly bright light shone upon He Ao’s cheek.
He looked up, facing him, and unknowingly when a door had opened.
Behind this door was also a clean, bright hall.
In this hall, there were no dical equipnt nor surgical tables, only silver boxes placed on countertops.
The boxes were only slightly larger than a human head, each with a small indicator light flickering with a faint green glow seemingly representing ‘operation’.
Neat lines extended from these small boxes, through transparent covered cable slots on the ground, connecting to a silver ‘Obelisk’ in the center of the hall.
Neat and orderly glowing patterns flickered within the Obelisk, as if sothing was being nurtured inside.
As He Ao gazed at this scene, he vaguely felt his thoughts starting to slow down.
The power of Super mory trembled slightly, and at that instant, he abruptly awoke, his entire field of view flashing.
The forrly open door had turned blood red, marked with a blood-red ‘13.5’ on the wall.
At that mont, he was pressed against this wall, less than two centiters from ‘stepping into’ it.
The skeleton that was in front of him had already shifted behind him.
He Ao took a deep breath.
He could feel that his body hadn’t moved, but rather the wall, or perhaps the corridor, was moving forward.
He didn’t know if once he entered that door, he could keep his brain intact.
The way this rule worked was likely to take effect in an instant.
He turned around, looking back, shadows mirrored in He Ao’s pupils.
They seed to be the shadows of children playing.
Through these shadows, one could vaguely see they appeared to be playing in the corridor, with light slanted above casting their shadows on the wall.
But in truth, in front of He Ao, apart from the fallen corpse, there was nothing else.
He Ao gazed at the shadows playing on the wall.
The shadows were not ‘complete’; they were missing limbs, so children lacked a hand, so a leg.
Yet they still supported each other, laughing and playing.
As He Ao watched the flawed limbs of those children, he vaguely felt a slight numbness spreading in his corresponding limbs, as if his entire limbs were about to disappear.
He drew back his gaze, no longer looking at those reflections on the wall, instead raising his head to glance at the slanted light at the top of the corridor.
After a brief contemplation, he stepped forward, bypassing the corpse on the ground, walking to the middle of the corridor.
The slanted light shone on his figure, casting his shadow onto the wall.
At that mont, the shadows playing on the wall abruptly seed to notice sothing, simultaneously turning to look at his shadow.
Sure enough, the playful ‘sounds’ could ‘see’ He Ao standing in front of them, and the ‘shadows’ on the wall could also see him.
However, He Ao did not look at these shadows.
Instead, he squatted down, gazing into the void ahead.
His shadow on the wall squatted down as well, light casting his shadow onto the wall at a height roughly similar to those children’s shadows.
He Ao looked ahead as if there really were a group of curious children gawking at him in the gap of the void.
“I’ll give this to you,” he took out a green leaf from his pocket, smiled, “Can you tell where those who have been coming and going here before went?”
The light shone on the green leaf, casting the shadow of the leaf onto the wall.
Upon hearing his voice, the shadow on the wall seed to pause.
Imdiately after, these children seed to huddle together, rapidly discussing sothing.
Their discussion had no sound but appeared very animated.
After a mont, a shadow of a child with hair covering their forehead and missing their left arm stepped out from the crowd, approaching He Ao.
He looked at He Ao squatting like a mountain-sized shadow, reaching out to touch the shadow of the green leaf in He Ao’s hand.
In the next instant, He Ao’s hand trembled slightly, as if an invisible child in the void was reaching out to ‘take’ the green leaf from his hand.
He released the strength on his fingers, allowing the slight force to take the whole leaf away.
On the wall’s reflection, the child missing his left arm picked up the shadow of the leaf.
And in that instant, the green leaf in He Ao’s hand vanished in a flash.
The shadow of the child holding the leaf raised the shadow of the leaf, and suddenly, the remaining shadows of the children cheered rapidly, as if celebrating the hero who achieved great victory.
There was no sound coming from them in the void, but by looking at their shadows, it was clear they were delighted.
He Ao chuckled, softly rose.
Just then, the boy’s shadow holding the leaf turned around, glancing at He Ao’s shadow, then lifted his hand, pointing behind He Ao.
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