Ling Mo's mind seemed to experience a scene switch, with the main focus shifting instantly from the bloody, chaotic room to the staff canteen. Inside the canteen, his Corpse Puppet was sprinting forward through the gaps between the tables and chairs.
"Ha... ha..."
Amid the light and rapid breathing, the Corpse Puppet's vision swayed continuously, but remained locked on the canteen window ahead—the screams were coming from there. However, the glass surrounding the window was splattered with dark brown blood, and there was a pile of rusty plates and food decaying into black mold near the small window. From the Corpse Puppet's angle, he couldn't see inside, but could vaguely make out a human shadow swaying.
"Senior!"
Just as the Corpse Puppet rushed to the side door, he pushed it open.
