Shen Yan thought that the fire burned his life, but he didn't expect that it was an invitation to enter the "corridor".
This is a Shura field woven with resentment and obsession - in the abandoned hospital, the "inhumans" on the autopsy table will open their eyes; in the old castle dance, the dance steps of ghosts follow the rhythm of human life; in the doomsday lonely city, the most terrifying thing is not the hungry, but the same kind of knives.
Here, the only way to survive is to clear the dungeon, and his first "teammate" is a madman named Lu Yan.
The man held a cigarette in his mouth and kicked away the monster, looking very arrogant, but when he was trapped by the illusion of fire, he covered his eyes with bloody hands and said "don't be afraid"; in his backpack were a useless lighter, a rusty scalpel, and a photo of the Shen Yan fire scene - the corners were rubbed until they were wrinkled.
"You know me." Shen Yan held down his wrist after another narrow escape, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of smoke entered his nose.
Lu Yan smiled and brushed the old scar on the side of his neck with his fingertips: "More than just knowing each other, I owe you my life."
Ten copies, layer by layer, reveal not only the truth of the corridor, but also the past buried by the fire. When the final trial required them to kill their "other self", Shen Yan looked at the burning flames in the mirror and was suddenly pulled into Lu Yan's arms.
"Kill me, or trust me." The man's voice carried a deafening heartbeat, "Shen Yan, let's go out together this time."
——You are the only light I want to protect in this endless hell.
