The spacious hall.
At some point, without anyone noticing, an old radio had appeared in the corner.
The radio's sound came in fits and starts.
It was full of static.
But that did not stop everyone from hearing the voice calling from it: "Hello! Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"
"Well, would you look at that."
"This hall can pick up a station?"
Jiang Qiao walked over.
Without the slightest concern, he picked up the radio from the floor and began jabbing at its speaker:
"Stop shouting."
"You're a damn radio, not a telephone."
"What the hell are you asking for?"
As he spoke,
he shook the radio vigorously. Strange bright-yellow fluid immediately began leaking from its seams.
"Hee-hee!"
"Hee-hee-hee!"
As if it had heard the response,
the voice from the radio let out an eerie laugh: "I knew there was someone here. I knew there was someone here."
"And then?"
"You know someone's here, so what are you going to do?"
"What can you do?"
Jiang Qiao tossed the radio back onto the floor with some distaste.
It was actually oozing fluid.
Then again,
the radio looked like a radio, but holding it felt just like touching dead person skin. It was cold and stiff, with a bizarre slickness to it. It was nothing like an electronic product.
"It should be some kind of medium."
"It can spread curses."
Yang Ling walked over and stepped on it without ceremony.
Crack!
The radio's casing shattered, and a mass of dead person lips came tumbling out from inside, scattering everywhere.
This thing might have posed a threat to Lin Jia.
But it was completely useless against Yang Ling.
"Shhh—shhh—"
The broken radio had not been completely destroyed. Another burst of electrical static rang out, but this time it did not