"Heh heh heh..."
An ancient laugh echoed from the endless darkness.
Yan Junze had already opened the Black Spirit Umbrella, and now at least the area under the umbrella was safe. He disregarded any strange sounds and continued forward, holding his oil lamp.
He had been psychologically prepared for this. The third floor's magnetic field was extremely chaotic, surely hiding many unknown strangenesses.
These strangenesses may not have complete obsessions but are affected by the magnetic field's chaos. Perhaps they themselves were unclear why they were there.
Junze walked slowly, not because he did not want to move quickly, but because the air here gave him an intense sense of murkiness, as if walking through mud, preventing him from speeding up.
Occasionally, a face would flit by within the light of the coal oil lamp but didn't dare come near.
