What was that sound?
After retreating behind several pieces of equipment, Xu Yanxing strained his ears.
The sinister entity roaming in the darkness seemed to have left, but an eerie ticking followed, echoing through the corridor.
It sounded a little like a clock's second hand.
And a little like water dripping onto the floor.
Was there a clock on the fifth floor?
Perhaps.
But it shouldn't be in the corridor, unless it was an evil spirit.
Then what about the dripping?
There wouldn't be any broken pipes in the hallway. If something was dripping... there was only one possibility: falling blood.
For a moment, he fell into a daze.
Xu Yanxing seemed to see a stiff corpse walking down the hallway, blood seeping from its wounds, running down its arms, and striking the floor, leaving a long trail of blood.
But could bleeding really make such a loud sound?
Besides.
The sound drifted back and forth.
Now there, now gone.
Sometimes clear, sometimes distant, like a wandering phantom, impossible to pin down.
"What's going on?"
The recorder spoke up.
He was an ordinary person and couldn't hear what was happening outside.
But Xu Yanxing's grave expression told him something had to be happening in the corridor.
"Something else seems to be roaming around."
"It's not the thing from before."
"They're clearly different."
Xu Yanxing quietly told the recorder what he had heard, hoping he could offer some ideas or information.
Unfortunately.
The recorder had never encountered anything like this either.
Even after racking his brains, he couldn't recall any evil spirit files related to that sound.
"I think I've heard about this..."
Suddenly.
The white-haired man, who had remained silent all this time, spoke up timidly.
"Hm?"
"You know something?"
The recorder and Xu Yanxing both looked over.
The white-haired