He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

With a whoosh, the elevator shot upwards.

The elevator car shook violently, and the fluorescent light tubes overhead exploded with a "crack," sending fragments raining down.

Bai Ziheng's back was pressed tightly against the wall of the sedan chair, his hands gripping the handrail behind him tightly.

The sound of taut steel cables filled my ears, mixed with various cries and wails from men, women, and children.

It was as if all the dead people in the building were crying in his ear.

"Stop howling! Stop howling!"

Bai Ziheng shouted with his eyes closed, and the sound echoed back and forth in the sedan chair.

The peach wood flying sword shrank behind his legs, its entire blade trembling incessantly.

The tassel on the sword hilt swished and crackled against his calves, which felt quite nice.

The red numbers on the digital screen kept jumping up.

18th floor.

20th floor.

22th floor.

The elevator didn't stop at all; it kept accelerating.

30th floor.

60th floor.

100th floor.

"What's going on?! Are they sending me to heaven?!"

Bai Ziheng stared intently at the number that was jumping upwards, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The numbers jumped around very fast.

The temperature inside the elevator began to drop, getting colder and colder, and his breath turned into white mist.

The sound of the taut steel cable grew louder and louder, and the cries could no longer be drowned out.

There was also background noise from the property management staff's phone call mixed in.

Clack-clack, clack-clack, just like a sewing machine moving its needle.

500th floor.

800th floor.

999th floor.

It finally stopped.

With a loud crash, the elevator stopped on the 999th floor, and Bai Ziheng stumbled forward, almost kneeling down.

All sound suddenly disappeared, and the only sound was your own heartbeat.

The tip of the peach wood flying sword protruded from behind his leg, and the blade was still trembling.

Bai Ziheng straightened up, holding onto the handrail, and wiped away his sweat.

He has been afraid of ghosts since he was a child.

When I was little, we lived in a low-rent apartment. The corridor lights were always broken, and my older sister had to accompany me to the toilet every night.

His sister led him by the hand as they walked down the dark corridor, humming a tune that was out of tune.

Then I stood at the toilet door and waited for him.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Heng, your big sister is here."

Bai Qing always says that.

But this time his sister wasn't there, and he wasn't that ten-year-old child anymore.

Bai Ziheng composed himself and pondered what was going on.

"Ding—" The elevator rang again.

Bai Ziheng's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be...?

No way?

As if to confirm his idea, the elevator began to plummet downwards.

999.

888.

777.

The numbers were scrolling down faster than they had come up.

The weight in the elevator car suddenly disappeared.

Bai Ziheng floated up and crashed to the ground, his knee hitting a piece of broken light bulb.

He felt like his stomach was still on the 999th floor and hadn't come down.

500.

300.

100.

It was getting faster and faster, and all I could hear was the sound of steel cables snapping, one after another breaking.

If this continues, I'll end up just like that overseer.

No, it might be worse.

Bai Ziheng gritted his teeth, his eyes shining with a golden light.

The power of domination!

Bai Ziheng poured all the power he could muster into it.

That force surged outwards along the meridians and crashed against the iron wall of the elevator.

He wanted to control this falling metal box!

A wave of resistance surged up.

This force was terrifyingly powerful, as if someone was opposing him everywhere, pressing down on his strength.

This is no ordinary barrier; it is the territory of an A-level cursed object.

also possible……

Because he only had a small fragment of the power of control within him, and he had not even fully absorbed that fragment yet.

So you can't exert your influence on someone else's turf?

The elevator is still falling.

Bai Ziheng gritted his teeth and pushed his controlling power upwards.

Dark gold lines appeared under the skin of his right arm, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

The elevator finally stopped briefly on the 14th floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Bai Ziheng rushed out, staggered, and leaned against the corridor wall, panting heavily.

The peach wood flying sword behind him also emerged from the sedan chair.

It slid out, limply dragging the hilt, its previous imposing presence gone.

Seeing its cowardly appearance, Bai Ziheng couldn't help but curse.

"What good is it for me to bring you along? Aren't you my natal flying sword? Didn't you grow up with Zheng Xingguang since you were little? Have you done anything for me yet?"

"So you actually did it? You were sent by the other side, weren't you?!"

The flying sword bounced on the ground, its blade went limp and drooped like a scolded dog.

Bai Ziheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and was about to curse again when he suddenly heard a sound.

It came from the end of the corridor.

It was the sound of high heels clicking on the concrete.

The lighting was dim, with only the emergency light at the end of the corridor flashing intermittently.

A figure emerged from a corner where the light did not reach.

It was a woman, dressed in red, with her skirt trailing on the ground.

The gold thread embroidery on the cuffs and collar shimmered under the emergency light, gleaming with a dark red hue.

Her body twisted as she walked forward, her bones cracking.

With every step, the body deforms.

He first thrust his left shoulder forward, then swung his entire arm out, and with a snap of his neck, his head turned sharply towards Bai Ziheng.

That's not a face at all.

Its face had no facial features, only a layer of wrinkled skin.

The hem of the clothes dragged a wet trail on the ground.

Bai Ziheng swallowed.

This thing isn't fast, and it wobbles when it walks.

I shouldn't be in that situation—

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the woman bent over, braced herself on the ground with both hands, turned her knees outward, and crawled toward him.

The speed is more than ten times faster than before.

"I'll go."

Bai Ziheng clenched his fist, mobilized the power within his body, and his right arm swelled.

Grayish-white stiff hairs sprouted from the skin, and sharp claws grew out.

He punched the face that had no features.

The fist passed right through the woman's body, as if it had hit water; it missed.

The woman grabbed his neck instead.

The five fingers were icy cold, yet incredibly strong. They lifted him up and slammed him against the wall.

The wall was smashed, creating a ring of cracks, and chunks of cement fell down.

This time, it was the woman's turn to be stunned.

The face without features tilted its head as it faced Bai Ziheng.

An ordinary person would have died from that blow, so how is this person still alive?

Bai Ziheng's back was in excruciating pain, but he gritted his teeth, and the golden light in his eyes brightened slightly.

It mobilizes the body's controlling power.

The woman immediately let go, took two steps back, and slowly crawled backward, supporting herself with her hands on the ground.

She seemed to be wary of this power, or perhaps not afraid, but simply uncertain.

I'm not sure what kind of person this is.

Bai Ziheng stood up, clutching his neck, and swallowed hard.

He smiled.

"So you do have things you're afraid of."

He tried to take a step forward, mobilizing the power within him that belonged to Luo Yao.

Let it float on the surface of the skin.

"Come here, come here."

The woman crawled back half a step, retreating into the shadows of the corridor.

Her body disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a corner of her red dress showing.

Then it shrank back inside.

"It's good that you know fear. If you dare to show your face in front of me again, I'll make you—"

Before he could finish speaking, a rustling sound rang out.

Then he saw... a lot of women.

They were all dressed in red, crawling on the ground as they emerged from the darkness.

"Damn it."

Bai Ziheng turned and ran.

The corridor seemed to have no end.

Bai Ziheng ran for at least five minutes, passing dozens of doors, but none of them could be opened.

Everything was locked up tightly.

The crawling sounds behind me grew louder and closer.

The sound of fingernails scraping against the cement floor came from all directions.

Several were already hanging upside down from the hole in the ceiling, craning their necks to wait for him to run past below.

Then he saw the end of the corridor.

There was a door there, and a sliver of light shone through the crack in the door.

Bai Ziheng grabbed the still-trembling peach wood flying sword floating beside him.

He channeled his supernatural power into the sword and threw it toward the door.

"Go open the door! I'll hold it open!"

The flying sword made a whooshing sound when he threw it, and then slammed into the door.

After bouncing twice and falling to the ground, it stopped pretending to be dead and started frantically poking at the lock with the edge of its sword.

Click, click, click.

Bai Ziheng stopped and turned around.

His body began to swell, and grayish-white bristles emerged from under his skin, his bones cracking and popping.

His muscles bulged and burst through his shirt, and his eyes turned from gold to scarlet.

Fangs protrude from under the lips.

He opened his mouth and roared at the throng of women in red wedding dresses surging towards him.

The women stopped.

They lay on the ground, their heads tilted to the side.

She faced him with a face devoid of features.

They weren't afraid of his power. Bai Ziheng could sense that the building's barrier was constantly suppressing his devouring and dominating power.

Is this cursed artifact truly only of Rank A...?

Even if his power is just a fragment, it's still Luo Yao's power...