Hu Jiu breathed a sigh of relief after repelling the arm that emerged from behind the door.
However Hanging Rope had a slight tear, which was quite shocking.
Hu Jiu became increasingly cautious.
As he walked down the corridor, he felt a sense of oppression as the numbers on the massive black doors increased.
The level of Supernatural activity within the body has decreased.
The Supernatural suppression that Hu Jiu could feel was so strong that even an ordinary Ghost Tamer would likely have their revival process interrupted here.
If Neglect the dangers and anomalies of this place, we could send Ghost Tamer on the verge of recovery here to recuperate.
Hu Jiu drifted lightly through the corridor like an unseen ghost.
For a long time, the corridor was very quiet; no one came out from behind the door, and there were no unusual noises.
As they approached gate number 400-something, the Supernatural pressure intensified.
Go further in, and the oppressive force will likely become even stronger.
Hu Jiu thought for a moment and decided that it was not advisable to go any further into this area.
Da da--
Footsteps approached from afar.
Someone else has arrived!
Hu Jiu had no time to think; he minimized his presence and blended into the wall.
As the footsteps drew closer, he saw a humanoid figure walking down the corridor.
In the dim light, the figure appeared as a chaotic feast, seemingly pieces of corpses from different bodies cleverly and cruelly pieced together, forming a spectacle that was both astonishing and terrifying.
The texture of the skin is faintly visible in the light and shadow, revealing an eerie feeling that does not belong to this world.
What's most disturbing is his face; his features are dislocated, and there are stitches around his mouth, making it seem as if he can only make a painful smile.
The Stitched Monster was unaware of Hu Jiu's secret spying. He stood directly in front of a massive black door and gently knocked.
Thump--
His tapping was very rhythmic, one tap per second, followed by a one-second pause after every five taps, accompanied by a strong, Supernatural aura.
He was very patient; he knocked for a long time before the door slowly opened.
A... child? came out from behind the door.
It was a little girl, wearing a worn-out dress, its colors faded and patchy, as if ravaged by time.
Her face was deathly pale, as if covered with a thick layer of foundation, but her lips were bright red like blood, making her look like some kind of ancient doll.
Her eyes lacked the innocence and naivety of a child; instead, they revealed a cruel coldness. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse, like an old woman's. "What do you want?"
"I heard strange noises in the hallway just now, and it sounded like something was peeking out from behind a door. Luckily, I interrupted it in time."
"Oh, so what?"
"The situation seems a bit unusual; I'd like you to investigate," the Stitches said.
The little girl pouted, turned around, and went back behind the door.
From Hu Jiu's perspective, it's impossible to see what she did after returning behind the door.
About half a minute later, the little girl came out again, holding a doll in her hands.
The doll was like a miniature chibi version of her, with a pair of obsidian-black eyes that darted around wildly, showing absolutely no cuteness, only a sense of dread.
"Little sister, come and see." The little girl whispered in the doll's ear, as if she were telling a secret.
The doll's gaze darted around, and her nose twitched slightly.
"Have you found anything?" the Frankenstein asked, sounding somewhat anxious.
The doll suddenly turned its head, leaned close to the little girl's ear, and opened and closed its mouth, but made no sound. The little girl, however, frowned deeply.
"My sister said there was a stranger's scent left behind!"
Upon hearing this, the Stitched Monster became serious and cautiously looked around. As it moved, the muscles and skin on its body constantly writhed and deformed, as if it might change shape at any moment.
The stitched-together parts, twisted and deformed, emitted a chilling sound; the unique rhythm was practically a desecration of hearing.
The little girl also carried the doll around and looked at it, but after a long while, she found nothing.
"He left no trace; he's a very cautious guy."
"Ordinary Fierce Ghosts lack intelligence and won't deliberately erase their traces, unless they are ghosts that have no presence to begin with. Otherwise, if a sentient being were to escape, that would be terrible!"
"You're the one who found out about this, so go and inform your superiors yourself. Don't mention me when you report it; I was just helping you out," the little girl said to the Frankenstein monster.
The Frankenstein monster paused, then said in a deep voice, "Understood."
Hu Jiu overheard their entire conversation.
"They want to contact their superiors, but I wonder how powerful these so-called 'superiors' are?" Hu Jiu thought to himself.
If a top-tier supermodel contestant were to appear, she might very well discover Hu Jiu's whereabouts.
Powerful Ghost Tamers possess a wide variety of abilities and are highly sensitive to the gaze of others.
Hu Jiu's ability to remain hidden is ultimately just an application of the Supernatural, not an unsolvable problem.
His mind raced, constantly considering the probability of encountering the risk.
We need to get out of this corridor immediately, or at least get somewhere far away.
If an incredibly powerful expert were to appear and trap Hu Jiu here, Hu Jiu, unfamiliar with the environment and lacking home-field advantage, could easily be caught off guard and suffer a disastrous defeat.
Although Hu Jiu was powerful, he was still somewhat worried about Chu Jiansha.
After all, the Supernatural is inherently highly unpredictable, and the abilities of Fierce Ghosts are even more varied and bizarre.
Hu Jiu quietly slipped away. Perhaps he was being a little too cautious; he'd better check out his "superior" first.
The little girl clutching her doll was still running around aimlessly, but unfortunately, Hu Jiu hadn't revealed a single clue, so she couldn't find anything.
After a while, the little girl had no choice but to put away her doll and return to her own door.
The door was cracked open, and the little girl stood behind it waiting.
The corridor was quiet. After a moment, the Frankenstein's monster returned and said to the little girl behind the door, "Tianxuan will be here soon."
The little girl nodded expressionlessly and closed the door.
The Stitched Monster stood by the wall, staring blankly like a statue. The corridor grew increasingly Silence, without a single sound.
Hearing the name "Tianxuan" from a distance, Hu Jiu was already imagining a whole bunch of random and nonsensical things.
It seems they've gotten involved with that mysterious organization, Big Dipper, again. What a coincidence!
Time slipped by, and the corridor remained utterly quiet.
After waiting for a long time, a strange aura finally appeared in Hu Jiu's perception.
Hu Jiu immediately focused his attention and prepared to act.
Strange, heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor, like the thumping of a giant drum.
The Frankenstein's monster of a cosplay sculpture immediately came to life, its back involuntarily straightening, its head slightly lowered, and its face full of respect. "Greetings, Teacher Tianxuan!"
"Mm," Tianxuan replied.