Ding Dong——
A sound rings out.
The elevator doors slowly open.
What comes into sight is a red color that occupies the entire view of Xuanwu.
This red color covers the entire corridor.
Nothing is excluded, from the floor to the walls or the ceiling above.
It's all covered.
On the two sides of the walls, there hang a series of oil paintings.
In those paintings.
There are either raging fires, devouring everything in sight,
Or amputated limbs and blood splashing everywhere.
All that meets the eyes.
Is the endless red.
Being in such an environment is enough to induce bouts of discomfort in people.
However.
This isn't Xuanwu's first encounter with Vermilion Bird.
He has experienced their eccentricities before.
Therefore, he didn't react with much surprise.
He took a step forward.
Xuanwu walks step by step deeper through the corridor.
The corridor was quiet.
Giving off a deathly silence.
Only the sound of footsteps on the carpet echoed rhythmically.
