"What is it?"
Zhou Hong asked in a low voice, watching the open door warily.
The music sounded as though it were coming from a record player from the Old era, its graceful melody carrying a distinctive sense of the times.
It was like finding a beautiful Old Photograph from a hundred years ago among piles of old papers.
Sometimes.
The passage of time was the most fascinating thing in the world.
But sometimes, it was also the deadliest.
"There's something wrong with this music. It shouldn't be here." Yin Jie stared straight ahead instead of glancing at the door.
As he walked, he said, "This music should have been coming from deeper in the corridor."
"It's a Music Curse."
"After the song finishes playing, it will begin to play in reverse."
"If you're still within its range at that time, you'll follow the reversed music and gradually lose your life."
"Even escaping the area won't help."
"The Music Curse will leave an imprint on your consciousness and replay itself in your mind."
"As for its range..."
"Anywhere the music can be heard is within its range."
Yin Jie quickened his pace without realizing it.
He wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.
"Don't stop. Keep walking. Cover your ears and don't listen to anything. This curse isn't something we can fight. Once you're caught by it, you're as good as dead!"
He was getting anxious.
The song wasn't long, and it was already more than halfway through. By the time it ended and entered the reverse-playback phase, it would be too late.
Zhou Hong and Zhou Qing also realized how serious the situation was. They said nothing more and hurried after Yin Jie.
The three of them kept walking forward for an unknown distance.
They made two