A narrow corridor.

A pregnant lady and a child walked right past Qin Ye’s left and right, brushing past his shoulder. Their posture was distorted and twisted, and they left bloody marks on the ground wherever they passed. The long and narrow corridor looked no different from a long, dank and dark third tunnel of Pusan.

Bang, bang, bang! As they walked, the doors on both sides of the corridor slammed shut in unison. And then, right as they passed Qin Ye, they suddenly paused.

The two blood-stained faces turned to stare at Qin Ye at exactly the same time. Their heads were lined up in a row. Qin Ye could see out of the corners of his eyes that each of their seven apertures were flowing with copious amounts of dark Yin energy. Meanwhile, blood was also flowing from underneath their scarlet eyes.

Bzzt… bzzt… Just then, the lights in the hallway suddenly turned crimson red. The heads of the lady and the child suddenly twisted and turned at an angle that was humanly impossible, and soft murmurs began to echo throughout the entire corridor. A split second later, the pregnant lady suddenly cracked open her black lips.

Her voice was hoarse and harsh beyond belief, while her pupils appeared to be staring at various places like a chameleon, “My… husband… died…”

“To… let… me… live…”

Just then, Qin Ye felt someone tugging at his hand, and he promptly turned around, only to notice the little girl on his other side clinging onto his hand. Blood continued to pour out of the gaping bullet hole on her...