However, as soon as he landed, he stood there, stunned and immobile.
The third-floor corridor was bustling.
All the room doors were wide open, and various paranormal creatures were wandering around, casting ghostly shadows.
The clown now held a shovel and dustpan instead of an axe, cleaning the last bit of the corridor; the nine-headed centipede stood erect, each head's slender arms holding a rag, wiping the bricks at various heights; the shadow-type creature darted around the corridor, leaving the places it passed cleaner than before, though it was unclear what it was actually doing; a soft female voice from a music box hummed an unnameable tune, to which all the spectral creatures quickened their cleaning pace.
These were just a few T2-level paranormal creatures. Inspired by their actions, the T3-level little creatures also worked diligently, determined to clean the third-floor corridor.
This massive cleanup left Li Huazhao feeling puzzled again.
