"Are you still planning to stay here?" Flesh Gao Ming looked at Fan Li, "I don't know what attracted you here, and perhaps the Gao Ming you're looking for is still in the room. I'm not certain when they might come out."
While the artist Gao Ming had drawn grandma's attention away, everyone had knocked on the other rooms to alert the residents, but still not a single door opened.
"Each door represents a choice, and perhaps the Gao Ming inside has his own concerns." Fan Li didn't insist any longer, took a deep breath as if he had finally made a decision, "I'll go with you. Let's meet up with the other teammates first and then figure out a way to escape."
When Fan Li drew nearer to Flesh Gao Ming, the call in his heart grew stronger, as if there was some kind of connection between him and Flesh Gao Ming, something he hadn't felt when encountering the "malicious" Gao Ming before.
