At that moment, screams rang out beside my ears. Not only that—there were also cries for help.
I did not even spare them a glance and simply continued walking upward.
From the outside, the entire haunted building looked like a skyscraper. But after I walked inside, it had become an old building from the eighties or nineties. As I made my way up the stairs, I could still hear sounds coming from the surrounding rooms.
There were children crying and wailing, but there was also the sound of happy laughter. I slowly walked onward, my gaze filled with icy coldness.
These things were no longer enough to affect me. In reality, this kind of supernatural phenomenon was the lowest level there was. At most, it could cause people to hallucinate or fall seriously ill. Killing someone was already difficult.
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But as I continued downward, the situation changed.
I kept walking up, but the stairs began to shake. Not only that, blood started flowing down them. The situation grew worse and worse.
I paused without changing expression, glanced upstairs, and continued onward.
Blood flowed down from above, continuously spreading across the stairs and making the scene increasingly horrifying.
Yet amid this terror, I did not stop.
Just then, I saw an old man. His broken body lay in a pool of blood, covered in knife wounds. Upstairs, someone was fleeing.
I hurried after him. By the time I caught up, the figure upstairs had already begun running even faster.
I narrowed my eyes and pushed my speed to the limit. Soon, I caught up with him.
He was a man dressed entirely in white, his expression so sinister that it was terrifying. He looked at me and raised the dagger in his hand.
But in the next moment,