Clearly, Song Hang's idea wasn't completely unreasonable.
Everyone had been wandering aimlessly through the mall because they were trapped, forced to face increasingly bizarre situations.
Now, since they still couldn't find a way out, opting for a violent solution to see what would happen wasn't a bad line of thought.
"We just need to find a window."
Obviously a bit anxious, Song Hang didn't wait for the others to voice their opinions and immediately called for everyone to head downstairs.
"Come with me, let's go to a lower level."
Seeing that the group was following his orders, he turned around only to find Fu Qian sitting still, lost in thought.
"What are you doing?"
Song Hang clenched his teeth slightly, his tone becoming quite unfriendly.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about something."
Fu Qian seemed unfazed by his displeasure, appearing calm.
"Since all of you are but illusions in my dream, why should I listen to you?"
...
The air instantly grew quiet.
