Creak--creak--
Creak--!
The corridor grew narrower and narrower. By the time he reached the back, it was only about two meters wide, and the ceiling had dropped considerably as well.
Yet the floor and walls, though old and oppressive, remained spotlessly clean.
It seemed the inn had an almost obsessive fixation with hygiene.
There were fewer lanterns here now, leaving the passage shrouded in darkness. Combined with the increasingly cramped surroundings, it made the place feel stifling and oppressive, as if he were slowly entering a coffin.
"The supernatural attack still hasn't appeared."
"That's strange."
"This is different from before, when we were on the outer part of the corridor and when we had just entered its depths."
At this point, Jiang Qiao had not only deactivated the Ghost Domain but also withdrawn his Stalker state.
He walked openly through the passage, making no attempt to hide.
Earlier, he had concealed himself because he did not want to waste time on the way. But now that he was nearing the end of the corridor, there was no need for that anymore.
After all, he had come to solve the problem, not wander around aimlessly, take a look, and leave.
Since he intended to solve the problem,
he would inevitably collide with the supernatural.
"Hm?"
Suddenly,
he stopped.
A junction had appeared ahead once again.
However, this junction differed from the crossroads he had encountered earlier. There was no branch to the left, only a passage leading to the right.
It was a three-way junction—or, more precisely, a T-junction.
This did not match the information he had received earlier.
If Tang Wencai had never ventured this far and simply did not know about it, that would have been understandable.
But the dried corpse in that room had supposedly visited the kitchen