“These footprints are fresh,” Xiong Wenwen, though just a child, had also noticed this detail.
Yang Jian squinted and said, “Indeed they are fresh, as if someone just passed by. The prints are so chaotic, it’s impossible to figure out which direction the ghost went. If it happens to block our path while we’re working, that would be bad, since there’s only one way back.”
“However, now’s not the time to think about that. Since we’ve confirmed that the ghost has temporarily left, we need to act quickly.”
Having said this, he quickened his pace, not pausing for a moment, and headed straight for room 13.
Finding Zhao Lei was the first step in solving the problem.
Soon, they passed rooms 10 and 11 one after the other.
In no time at all, they were faced with a door that lacked a room number.
The door’s number appeared to have been deliberately taken by someone, leaving behind only the mark of a nail.
Yang Jian felt in his pocket and pulled out a copper room number, upon which the number 13 was inscribed.
He fitted it onto the door and compared it.
It matched perfectly, as if it was the original.
“What kind of existence is that Ghost Cabinet that it can even take away the room numbers here?” a sense of horror inexplicably rose in Yang Jian’s heart.
Such an ability was beyond comprehension, impossible to understand.
“Is this the place?” Xiong Wenwen, following behind, glanced at the room, “I think we should predict what’s inside first. There’s definitely danger here.”
The suggestion was good.
But Yang Jian still didn’t want to use Xiong Wenwen’s abilities. The child’s abilities could save lives at critical moments and should be conserved if possible.
“If we really encounter that ghost, I can handle it. At worst, I can hold on for a while. The danger hasn’t appeared yet, so it’s not time to use your abilities.”
After rejecting Xiong Wenwen’s suggestion, he attempted to open the door.
He had no intention of using brute force to break it open since he had already concluded that the door could not be opened by strength alone.
Therefore, Yang Jian immediately used the ability of Ghost Shadow.
The shadow at his feet gradually thickened and began to rise in an impossible manner. In just a moment, a headless black Ghost Shadow appeared in front of everyone.
“Yang Jian’s second ghost.”
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts upon seeing this.
Luo Su Yi, in particular, stared intently at the Headless Ghost Shadow, feeling the cold aura emanating from it. That same sensation had once suppressed the ghost inside him, reducing him to helplessness in the face of Yang Jian, ready to be slaughtered at will.
“How on earth does Yang Jian control such a terrifying ghost?” he wondered.
Logically, the higher the Terror Level of a ghost, the more uncontrollable it should be due to the risk of it getting out of hand.
Yet Yang Jian had managed to do just that.
“Get ready, I’m about to open the door,” Yang Jian cautioned seriously before controlling the Ghost Shadow to adhere to the door.
The ability of Ghost Shadow was not only capable of piecing together corpses but other objects as well.
In fact, the Headless Ghost Shadow had once patched together mannequins in a mall.
Yang Jian didn’t need the Ghost Shadow to damage the door, just to open it.
As expected.
The door, which couldn’t be forced open through brute strength, was easily opened by the Ghost Shadow.
“Creak…” the sound of the door opening echoed.
But just at that moment, as Luo Su Yi in the rear scanned his surroundings, his flashlight’s beam accidentally swept across a corner of the crossroads behind them, and he was horrified to feel his hair stand on end.
There it was… a person, a tall and stiff figure.
At this moment, that person was staring blankly ahead with a face devoid of expression; their eyes seemed to be rotting away, continually dripping foul-smelling bodily fluids, and they moved with a heavy gait, resembling a walking corpse.
The flashlight beam fell upon the figure, but it seemed to have no effect whatsoever.
It continued to walk forward, unconcerned with Yang Jian and the others nearby, as if there would be no interaction between them.
“Will it leave?” Luo Su Yi’s palms were sweaty, and his body stiffened from the tension.
Watching the figure walk forward step by step, he hoped it would just leave, but then the worst happened.
As the figure passed the crossroads, it stopped dead in its tracks right in the middle.
Yes.
It stopped, utterly motionless.
“Yang Jian,” Luo Su Yi screamed in terror.