บท 821: Data Filing Room

Things were getting worse. Zhou Tu started to get targeted as well, and the first wound appeared on his finger.

"Mr. Bai, what should we do now?"

Chen Ge had no better idea. All he could do was grit his teeth and push through. Even if everyone was shredded by the monsters and lost their mobility, he had to drag everyone out. The stench rushed into their nostrils, attempting to knock them out. When Chen Ge carried Wang Yicheng to the corner of the first floor's staircase, a jolt of pain came from his chest. Chen Ge shuddered and almost tripped. He lowered his head to look and found a nail stuck in his chest.

"The curse from Room 413?" He noticed something instantly and turned to look at his shadow. The normal shadow was currently twisting, like the person hiding inside was in incredible pain.

"Even he's under attack?" All the members were at their limits. They were seriously wounded. "The exit is just before us. Don't give up!"