In the dim warehouse, the air was thick with a pungent mixture of dust and sweat.
The thugs lying on the ground groaned, the strange symbol on their sleeves standing out sharply under the yellowish light, like a coiled viper exhaling a dangerous aura.
Qin Zhizhi's gaze was locked onto that symbol, its complex patterns weaving together in her eyes like an unsolvable puzzle. A chill crept from the soles of her feet straight to her heart, and an unknown terror wrapped around her like vines, making it somewhat difficult to breathe. This was not merely a symbol; it was more like a gateway to an unknown hazard.
Chapter 175