"No, no, this is all an illusion, all an illusion," Zu Mingzhao kept comforting himself while slapping his own face, as if trying to awaken himself from the illusion.
The sound of hitting the bottles seemed to have stopped with the slaps, and he redirected his gaze back to those bottles. The contents inside remained motionless, just as before, with no signs of escaping or coming to life.
Zu Mingzhao watched for a while before he could slightly relax his breath.
Despite that, the fear in his heart was not something that could be erased in a moment; after all, he still didn't know where the female corpse had gone. Zu Mingzhao waited a moment longer, and finding no disturbances, he mustered his courage and carefully walked to the door of the laboratory. He pulled hard, but it still wouldn't open.
Zu Mingzhao started to bang desperately again. As he banged, he felt something was off because there were two sounds when he pounded on the door, and it seemed colder than before.
