Zi-la——ka——
Accompanied by the rusty old elevator door slowly opening, He Ao raised his head to look outside.
The dense yet well-ordered 'shops' appeared in his field of view.
The building owner had converted the entire floor into a commercial district, convenient for the residents to shop.
At this moment, the people in these shops were either fleeing in panic, clutching money boxes, or shrinking in corners.
Throughout the corridor, hurried crowds scattered everywhere.
But their movements froze at the last moment, akin to sculptures in time, fixed forever to the ground.
He Ao quietly walked through the gaps between the crowd, reaching the outermost edge of the commercial district.
Here, there was a narrow 'hall' of about one to two hundred square meters, with some special 'force' that made the hurrying crowds stop at the edge, without entering inside.
Even though crossing this hall to reach the main entrance was just a matter of ten to twenty meters.
