While Han Fei was still struggling over which pair of shoes to take, the smell of burning garbage in the air suddenly intensified, and smoke drifted in through the door crack.
"Is there a fire outside?"
Taking the shoes made by the foster daughter for the sanitation workers, Han Fei quickly ran out of the secret room.
In the darkness, firelight flickered, and smoke surged from the stairway, filling the castle.
The sound of urgent footsteps echoed, and three players—two men and a woman—ran into the hall, their faces sweaty and deeply flustered.
"Did you set the castle on fire?" Han Fei stepped out of the oil painting room, his eyes fixed on the three players.
His sudden appearance startled the players, and when they recognized Han Fei's face, their eyes were filled with shock, "Han Fei?! Isn't your Happiness Community already tackling the sixth layer of the nightmare? Why are you appearing in the third layer of the nightmare?"
