It was an old, rusted iron window grille. Gripping it with one hand felt like clutching a plant covered in barbs.
Fifteen stories up, the iron bars swayed in the wind, giving him the constant, terrifying sense that everything could slip out of his control.
Wei Guang planted his feet at the bottom of the grille. He had already chosen the outdoor air-conditioning unit outside the neighboring room as his target. In the dim moonlight, it looked as though it could probably support his weight.
Wind roared into his left ear, while deafening knocks battered his right.
For some reason, listening to that relentless pounding filled him with an uncontrollable panic.
It was hard to put that feeling into words. Perhaps it was the surge of adrenaline, or perhaps the urgency of the situation, but he kept feeling that whatever was knocking outside was even more terrifying than a ghost.
If he came face-to-face with that thing, even the most powerful sin object might not be able to save him.
Wei Guang hoped it was only an illusion, but it was about to become reality.
He absolutely could not stay in Room 1518. He had noticed Chen Binbin's slightly labored panting and the repeated disruptions in his breathing.
That suggested the terrifying pounding on the door was somehow deviating from the original plan.
Wei Guang could jump over to the neighboring room at any moment, but he wanted to wait a little longer.
First, he wanted to see what Chen Binbin's plan actually looked like in practice; second, he hoped for a chance to catch even a vague glimpse of what that ghost really was.
But plans could not keep up with change.
Just as Wei Guang focused his mind and fought down his panic, the fierce, frantic pounding abruptly