Xiao Lu, why haven't you opened the door yet? If you don't open the door, madam, I will have to come in by myself..."
The sticky sound outside the door sounded again, and along with the scratching sound of "prick, prick, prick", deep ravines were carved on the old wooden door.
Lu Ze crawled back to the corner, his mind going blank.
Run? Where to run? This is the sixth floor. If you jump down, you will be a puddle of meat.
