The wind rose.
A cold, damp wind suddenly swept through the silent corridor in wave after wave.
It was like standing in a lakeside forest in the dead of night, surrounded by moist, chilly vapor. The bone-deep cold clung like a parasite to the bones, constantly burrowing into the gaps between them.
Beyond the bend in the corridor, just one step ahead, the environment changed completely.
Some kind of terrifying supernatural interference had warped the surroundings, blurring Jiang Qiao's vision, corroding his body, and making everything strange and incomprehensible.
This change was clearly connected to the old man sitting in the wicker chair.
Under normal vision,
the figure sat motionless in the chair.
But through the Dual Pupils, it was actually invading rapidly from a space overlapping with reality. It would not be long before it descended completely.
Jiang Qiao also discovered that many footprints invisible to normal eyes covered the carpet on the floor.
An indistinct line connected these footprints to the chair.
When someone's feet overlapped with those footprints, the old man's arrival would accelerate.
"Interesting."
"Even the corridor on the Fifth Floor of the Inn can't contain it for long?"
"It has to hide in Supernatural Space."
"Only when necessary does it invade. After the attack ends, it returns to Supernatural Space."
"This Vicious Ghost is quite terrifying."
"And this is only the fringe of the outer corridor area. The appearance of such a Vicious Ghost is clearly unreasonable. At the very least, Tang Wencai never mentioned anything like this appearing in the outer area."
"Heh."
"Killing one of your employees really did make you anxious."
Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes.
He looked toward the depths of the corridor, which stretched beyond sight. There should be even more surprises waiting for him there.
Suddenly,
the sinister wind