Jiang Qiao was confused.
Elsewhere.
Dong Qiwei searched for a room in the corridor, hoping to restore his body from Corpse State to that of a normal person.
He had not gone far when a large patch of green paint appeared on the floor. It looked as though someone had accidentally spilled it while carrying something through here. It was still sticky and had not dried.
He did not pay much attention to it.
In his current state, he generally would not be attacked by Vicious Ghosts.
He only needed to go around it.
However.
After walking two more steps, he discovered that the paint on the floor had begun to bubble.
Soon.
One strange figure after another surfaced from beneath the paint.
It should have been only a thin layer spilled across the floor, yet it now seemed to have become a bottomless pit. A trace of unease welled up in Dong Qiwei's heart. Something had gone wrong the moment he passed by.
This was probably not a coincidence.
Sure enough.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when the paint suddenly exploded, splattering in every direction.
A battered wooden box.
Several corpses were actually carrying it out from beneath the paint.
With the appearance of the wooden box, tiny points of light suddenly appeared in the corridor, which had originally been pitch-black.
The paint on the floor seemed to come alive. It began spreading across the floor, walls, and ceiling, quickly staining this stretch of corridor green.
Dong Qiwei could no longer remain calm.
The strange paint was not targeting him specifically, but neither did its indiscriminate spread spare him.
A smear of green climbed onto his feet and rapidly spread throughout his body.
Everywhere it reached, he felt as though he had truly been coated in paint.