Living Beyond the Blame Chapter 78

The venue was dark, and the air was thick with the smell of spilled cocktails.

The mycelium covering the ground is growing luxuriantly, and the soft caps trap people inside like sofa cushions.

Those who did not faint were gasping for breath and shouting the names of their friends or agent assistants in panic. People responded one after another. This state of "being in trouble but there are more people around me" made many people barely calm down and regain their sanity.

In the end, only a few people with poor mental endurance and blank minds were left, still screaming hysterically.

Liang Jun's head was buzzing from the noise, and when he touched his burnt hair, his hands were covered with black ash.