"Talk about a close call..."
"Luckily, we didn't listen to those guys."
Wan Ling said, still shaken.
The strange vases, eerie shadows, bulging carpet, broken lights, and everything else they had encountered along the way... had all been illusions!
When the Paper Dog ran safely past them,
he and Li Xin suddenly discovered that the man and woman in the room they had just opened—who had accused each other of being ghosts—had both lost their voices.
Through the slightly ajar doorway,
the two saw that the dim yellow light that had been there before had vanished, leaving nothing but darkness.
How could they still not realize they had encountered a ghost?
There were Supernatural Phenomena ahead in the corridor, while the inn staff might be steadily approaching from behind.
Without the Paper Dog to scout ahead, they might truly have risked entering one of the rooms, seeking a chance to survive by putting themselves in a desperate situation.
And if they had, they would probably have faced an extremely terrifying Supernatural Attack.
"Where did you get that Paper Dog?"
"It's pretty useful."
Li Xin glanced back and found that the two open doors had somehow closed at some point.
But he could feel that some kind of danger still lingered around them.
"We can't stay here for long..."
Before he could finish speaking,
he suddenly saw a figure stumble out from the corner at the far end of the corridor behind them—the intersection they had passed through earlier—and fall to the ground.
Then the figure pulled himself up, supporting his body, and tried to keep running.
It seemed that something was chasing him from behind.
At that moment,
he rose and looked up, just in time to see Wan Ling and Li Xin in the distance. Hope immediately appeared in