Inside the library, the smell became nauseating.
Black-red water seeped through the walls like diseased blood, looking especially terrifying.
Several prison guards instinctively gathered together, observing the bleeding walls around them, a vague feeling of foreboding rising within them.
"This library... isn't there something else here?" Cheng Liang said.
Wu Hen's eyes fixed on the walls of the library; this black-red liquid was clearly unnatural, perfectly mimicking the sight of rupturing blood vessels...
There was something foul here!
He thought, Dead Town couldn't possibly let intruders survive just by making a choice between two options.
Those who chose the Stone Temple were doomed unless among them was a wise one, and the others were willing to sacrifice themselves, giving only ten people a chance to survive before the temple became flooded. Otherwise, the slim chance of survival in the Stone Temple would become everyone's coffin.
