Tap... tap... tap...
From the end of the corridor, the sound of leather shoes making contact with the marble floor drew nearer. His pace was extremely slow, yet Yan Bin, sitting in the corridor, wore a peculiar expression. The sensation from his hand on the ground told him that the entire corridor was carpeted.
And the ceiling of the corridor was made of stone.
Yan Bin took a sharp breath and didn’t dare to look up. Clutching his own heart, he shrank back like a trembling quail. There was nothing he could do; although the Yan Family had some magic passed down, he was never interested in it and only ever listened. Now, he could only leave things to fate.
In this situation, even if you thought with your rear, you’d know how bizarre it was.
But when the footsteps grew closer, the survival instinct welling from within swiftly got quail-like Yan Bin to crawl up and retreat to the doorway. Just then, the footsteps stopped, and Yan Bin, who had just been moving, froze instantly like a wooden figure, leaning against the wall and not daring to breathe.
"Mama, immortal, heavenly grandpa, Dong Xiao save me..." Yan Bin continuously chanted in his heart.
While praying to the gods, the space behind Yan Bin suddenly gave way; he wasn’t leaning against a wall but a door. The door was abruptly pulled open, and as Yan Bin staggered backward, a big hand covered his mouth, swallowing the scream that hadn’t yet escaped his throat.
The person pulled Yan Bin back and gently closed the door.
Yan Bin’s whole being was half-scared out of his wits. He raised his elbow to attack the person holding him from behind.
"Shh, it’s me," Dong Xiao whispered in Yan Bin’s ear.
Just moments ago, Yan Bin was fighting and struggling, but upon hearing it was Dong Xiao, he instantly felt relieved. Feeling the touch from behind him, Yan Bin, in this terrifying and bizarre environment, remarkably felt a bit happy.
Dong Xiao didn’t notice Yan Bin’s emotions. He held Yan Bin’s shoulders with both hands, while paying attention to the sounds from the ceiling.
However, after maintaining this strange stance for almost twenty minutes, that eerie footstep sound never reappeared.
"It’s okay now," Dong Xiao said in a deep voice.
Yan Bin replied with an "Mm," but he pretended not to understand, nor did he intend to move. Having the opportunity to nestle in Dong Xiao’s embrace, he wasn’t about to leave so quickly.
"This ship encountered some problems. People have become like mindless corpses, attacking and biting each other. The hall downstairs has already fallen." Dong Xiao spoke in a deep voice. Everything happened too quickly, like a bolt of lightning, and he didn’t understand what was going on.
"How could this happen?" Yan Bin was horrified, "What exactly happened? Oh, what about Tang Wanwan? Qin Zifeng? What do we do now? And Miss Tian?"
"I also don’t know why this is happening," Dong Xiao didn’t elaborate much. Although he sensed something wrong, he didn’t expect the situation to deteriorate so rapidly. And the host seemed to have her plans, so Dong Xiao didn’t ask too much, nor did he intervene.
"Why is it like this?" Yan Bin frowned, "No, I have to find my parents and my grandpa. Tang Wanwan is with Kong Hou; nothing will happen." Yan Bin finished speaking and looked at Dong Xiao.
"Dong Xiao, can you help me? Can you?" Yan Bin’s tone carried a plea.
"Sure, let’s go." Dong Xiao didn’t hesitate and headed towards the door, "Follow me."
Yan Bin held onto the hem of Dong Xiao’s clothes, following behind him, his heart at peace in that moment.
Dong Xiao opened the door and headed toward the doorway. But what should’ve been an effortless act with a thought and the door opening at the sound was deflected by an array when his telekinesis arrived.