Listening to Kirk talk on and on, Lu Ce still hadn't said a word. The expression on his mask kept changing rapidly, like the face-changing art in Sichuan opera, making it dizzying for anyone watching.

The red light in the corridor behind them flickered with increasing frequency. By now, the entire hallway had turned as red as blood, with no more flickering, creating an oppressive atmosphere as the light merged into one.

Kirk stopped talking too, his eagle-like eyes fixed on the red mask in front of him, waiting for his reaction and next move.

"Heh... heh..." A low, hoarse laugh came from beneath the red mask, like the sound of rotting wood rubbing against a saw.