At that moment, everyone was hurrying downstairs.
Suddenly, Hu Qi's eyes shifted.
A man and a woman appeared up ahead.
They were talking in low voices.
It was Wei Fan and Gao Qian, but Hu Qi's appearance was currently altered by the Twisted Light.
Naturally, Wei Fan didn't recognize Hu Qi.
The three of them passed each other, and Hu Qi continued on toward the Sixth Layer.
'Hm? I don't think I've seen this person before.'
Wei Fan frowned slightly, his eyes following Hu Qi's retreating back.
But this flicker of doubt vanished in an instant.
It was true that the higher the floor, the fewer the people.
Over the past half-month, he had dealt with most of them.
But it was normal that he hadn't seen everyone; some people were homebodies, and others might be in the middle of a script mission.
Soon.
Hu Qi stopped before a door. The blood-red number plate, [603], gave off an eerie glow in the dim light.
