The white-haired man's low blood sugar was worse than Bald Man's.
His whole body felt weak.
His heart raced, and his head spun.
His vision blurred in waves, cold sweat poured off him, and every step felt as though he were walking on cotton.
So, before he knew it, he had fallen behind everyone else.
Safety was right before his eyes.
But then the evil spirit reached him from behind and grabbed him.
It looked like nothing more than a layer of skin.
Yet the moment it touched him, filthy old clothes appeared on the white-haired man's body, one after another. They looked as though they had been stripped off corpses, with bloodstains still clinging to them.
No.
That wasn't right.
They weren't merely clothes. There was foul-smelling flesh and skin inside them, too.
That slick, greasy sensation.
It sent goose bumps rising all over the white-haired man's body.
These clothes seemed to have once stuck to the skin of the dead, taking the flesh and skin with them when someone stripped them off.
"Aah—!"
The intense sensation of suffocating forced a scream from the white-haired man.
But a second later, the scream was stifled again. The pressure in his chest left him unable to make another sound.
The clothes began to shrink, growing tighter and tighter. Under the pressure, the rotting flesh and skin inside them stuck to the white-haired man's skin and kept seeping into his body.
"Help..."
"Wait..."
He reached out, trying to grab Bald Man ahead of him.
But his hand never reached him.
Bald Man was in much better shape. Seeing him attacked sent adrenaline surging through Bald Man, and he charged through the doorway with Xu Yanxing and the recorder.
"Wait for me... save me..."
Wails rang out beyond the door, making the scalps