A bizarre door opened.
Wang Yong was wearing pajamas, covered in blood and dirt, filthy, yet he said nothing, remained silent, and simply collected all the corpses on the ground and threw them into the door.
He glanced at the door, and it seemed to be connected to an unknown supernatural place, not existing within reality, possibly a place to imprison malevolent ghosts.
Yang Jian didn't help; he was paying attention to the deceased Leuk Qingqing.
Li Yang sat resting on the side, his body numb, took a long time to recover.
In no time, all the corpses in the fifth-floor hall were cleared.
"Captain, are there only this many Fifth Floor Messengers?" At this moment, Li Yang glanced at Wang Yong and then said.
Yang Jian said, "No, not just these, there are plenty more."
