Gu Mian dragged Slaughter all the way upward, not knowing how long they'd run until finally reaching the end of the staircase.
The end was also dim, with two flickering wall lamps mounted on the wall at the staircase's terminus, illuminating the hinged door above.
Once they climbed through that hinged door, they'd be safe.
For some reason, Slaughter's ominous predictions hadn't come true yet, and the two were still relatively safe—so long as nothing unexpected happened on their way to the hinged door.
Slaughter seemed a bit puzzled too, furrowing his brows as if trying to guess why his wish hadn't come true this time.
"Is it going to deliver the fatal blow at the end? The hinged door won't open? Or will the door explode and blow us both down?"—The thought flashed through his mind for a split second, and he knew he shouldn't think about these things, so he quickly tried to control his thoughts and divert his attention elsewhere.
