On the other side, Yang Xiao and Zhou Mingxiao had already ascended to the 18th floor via the safety passage. Here, smoke billowed thickly, and heat waves assaulted them. The two tried to stoop low, but even so, visibility was limited to within 3 meters.
Further away, only some vague outlines could be discerned; ordinary things became warped and bizarre under such conditions.
This was no longer their world. The nearby rooms were all new, with notebooks, clothes, water cups, and other sundry items scattered on the ground, presenting an apparent fire scene. But strangely, no people were to be seen.
The previous sounds of running and screams had vanished, and at this moment, it seemed the entire building housed only Yang Xiao and Zhou Mingxiao as living beings.
"Did you hear anything?" Yang Xiao suddenly asked. In this environment, ears were more reliable than eyes.
"What do you mean?" Zhou Mingxiao glanced around alertly, fearing to overlook any hint of danger.
