An Zhe saw the soldier’s hand shaking several times before the key was inserted into the lock.

Jin Sen told him, “You are my brother—”

His voice came to an abrupt end. The floor creaked and his entire body was lifted as a huge black object surged up against the cracked ground and dirt.

There was a dull sound as Jin Sen’s body was squeezed by the monster against the ceiling. His eyes popped up as something sharp pushed against his abdomen and blood mixed with viscera dropped down. There was a terrible scream and An Zhe’s pupils dilated. He slowly turned his head to see the soldier who had opened the door was being crushed by the iron door, sharp points penetrating his thigh and right chest. He held his leg on the ground as he twitched and coughed violently. A large mass of blood came out, probably because his lungs were punctured.

There was a bang and the black thing fell back down in a heavy manner. It created a hole in the ground where the bottom couldn’t be seen. Jin Sen’s body fell in and was no longer visible.

The shouts of other soldiers came from deep in the corridor. “Get out—!”

Then the next second, the ground cracked and a huge roar came from over there. Iron doors fell to the ground and the ceiling broke and fell. Two cries of fear rang out before coming to an abrupt halt.

An Zhe heard the sound of chewing. The prelude was the sound of water. Then a dull friction, the sound of limbs squeezing each other and finally the sound of bones creaking and breaking. The sounds came from the end of the corridor and the hole opposite An Zhe.

The soldier in front of him twitched. His flashlight fell to the ground and rolled a few times, the pale beam of light hitting the dark hole.

At the same time, mycelium stretched out from the gaps in the iron door and gathered together around a keychain scattered on the ground, slowly dragging it back to the iron gate. Inside, the keys rubbed against the ground and made a noise. An Zhe saw the soldier looking frightfully to this side but he couldn’t manage so much. He also knew the soldier didn’t need to be handled because the soldier had taken his last breath.

An Zhe asked next door, “What door am I?”

Poet’s voice trembled. “17. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” An Zhe replied. He estimated that his iron door was right next to Poet’s iron door. Poet’s vision was limited and he wouldn’t be able to see the scene of An Zhe taking the keys.

The mycelium was recovered. An Zhe quickly grabbed the keys, found number 17 and removed it. The chewing sound accelerated.