(Waiting for further editing) Stretching out his hand, he caught the key, Xu Huo raised it, "Thanks!"
"No need." The tall man suddenly thrust his arm into the green plant wall of the maze, pulling out a key from within and displaying the number on it, "109, let's chat sometime."
Xu Huo smiled, said nothing more, and continued following the crowd.
Turning the first corridor, the space of the maze began to expand, and this Spatial Prison differed greatly from the typical perception of a maze. Inside, there were courtyards connected horizontally and vertically, a corridor stretching from start to end, with identical doors appearing every few meters, none of which had a number plate. The houses behind the doors were veiled under a layer of gray haze, obscuring the view inside.
It felt less like actual buildings and more like a visual illusion.
