Hands, countless hands reached out from inside the door.
Qian Cangyi's back pressed tightly against the wall.
The next second, a loud "bang", the door of room 302 and its adjacent doors were opened simultaneously.
Qian Cangyi glanced quickly, calculating whether the charcoal gray hands could catch him. However, the doors of room 301 on both his left and right also suddenly opened, and charcoal gray hands reached out from them.
Oh no, the phone!
Qian Cangyi looked downward to his right, reaching for his phone with his right hand.
The phone itself wasn't very valuable, but as a means of communication, especially at this critical moment, a key message could be a matter of life and death.
At the same time, hands reaching out from the pitch-black room also grabbed towards the phone, but unlike Qian Cangyi, these charcoal gray hands had no specific target; they just wanted to grab everything and drag it inside the door.
Bang!
