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Because he wasn't wearing a helmet or face shield, Spirit's expression was clearly visible on his face, and it was a look of confusion.
But seeing Lin Feng's eyes under his face shield, which didn't seem like he was joking, she slightly nodded, agreed with his opinion, and turned to leave.
Lin Feng left without looking back, as if he was very wary of the dark space behind him.
When Spirit entered the stairway to the exit and looked back, she noticed that the minus eighth floor was quite different from the floors above.
Besides the fleshy tendrils everywhere, and the mutated eggs connected for nourishment, there were no bacterial toxic fogs or slime mold aggregation on the surface here.
It was like a truly preserved past.
However, the longer she stared, the more uneasy she felt, especially after Lin Feng's inexplicable words, she felt increasingly that something unknown in the darkness was watching them.
