The narrow stairway was both dark and cramped; Wei Jie and Tian Xinyue silently continued upward, while Han Jiaojiao, followed by Wang Mengyi, slowly ascended the stairs in retreat.
Groans from the lower part of the stairwell rose and fell intermittently; the Alien Species seemed bewildered by the building, circling each floor in search of Han Jiaojiao and the others.
Although the sense of smell of the Alien Species was keen, it could only guide them in a general direction, and by this time their wounds had gradually stopped bleeding, while the scent of lime and cement inside the building was evidently stronger.
Unable to find their prey, the Alien Species grew frustrated; their speed increased as they swept through one floor after another, getting progressively closer to Han Jiaojiao and the others.
The sound was almost within reach. Finally, Tian Xinyue couldn't help but stop. She stretched out her finger and gestured a "4" to Han Jiaojiao.
Four of them had come...
