Han Fei didn't want to stray too far from the first floor, but every time he prepared to enter the corridor, the old man would stop him.
Those corridors, which appeared safe, seemed to harbor an intense murderous intent, as if one would be killed upon entering.
The Big Evil in the Ghost Pattern continually warned Han Fei, making it seem as if there was no safe place in the entire building.
"We can't go up any further, the group of Messengers is about to return."
Han Fei faintly heard footsteps coming from downstairs, and by this time, he and the old man had reached the fourth floor.
Looking into the interior of the floor, cramped residences, various small shops from decades ago, a dental clinic, a pharmacy, an unmarked gambling house, and more were crowded together.
The bottom floor of this skyscraper perfectly mirrored the lower strata of the city, or perhaps it could be described as the lower strata of an era.
