"We can only move forward."
Du Wei's voice was somewhat weary.
This was due to excessive blood loss.
Not just from his wrist—blood had seeped from other parts of his body as well.
However, as that passageway disappeared, the bleeding slowed down and gradually came to a stop.
There were no wounds at all.
At this moment.
The path behind had completely vanished.
Du Wei had no choice but to steel himself and keep moving forward; he couldn't even afford to stop because the Horror House was no longer as he remembered it.
Anything in the current Horror House could undergo a transformation and kill in an utterly illogical manner.
The so-called rules had lost their meaning.
Exploring rules required personal experience.
And in the Horror House, personal experience was akin to suicide.
Du Wei took a deep breath, felt his weakened body, and took another step forward.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the reflection of West Gana City.
