This time, he didn't encounter any other bizarre things.
He immediately reached into his pocket, quickly touched the ice-cold keys, grabbed them, and yanked them out.
Looking down, Zheng Bo's whole body shook violently with shock and fear as he realized that what he was holding in his hand were two dark blue severed fingers.
Right at that moment, a hoarse voice softly emerged from the slightly ajar wardrobe beside him, "Try it, it's edible!"
No sooner had the voice faded than the cracked-open wardrobe door slammed shut with a heavy thud.
Startled, Zheng Bo screamed loudly and, as if holding a hot potato, quickly threw the severed fingers onto the floor.
Desperately, he took a few steps forward, moving away from the wardrobe.
At this moment, Zheng Bo was dripping with sweat, his clothes already soaked through, gasping heavily, feeling as if he could barely catch his breath, and his limbs were trembling so violently that he had no strength left to run.
