After walking for a while, Qian Cangyi noticed something rushing towards him. He halted in this unknown world where everything was uncertain, it was imperative to tread softly. Swiftly, he could discern what was bolting towards him. However, as soon as he realized what it was, his legs started to run on their own.
It was the same hand that had been chasing Wu Tong and his companion a few nights ago. These slender hands were now speeding towards Qian Cangyi with greater velocity, and their numbers had also increased.
"Is it just my rotten luck, or is this place inherently....dangerous?" Qian Cangyi found it hard to believe.
After running about a hundred meters, the slender hands caught up to Qian Cangyi's heels.