The sinister wind howled.
The corridor seemed to have become another world after the lights were turned off.
Cold.
Eerie.
Ancient.
It felt like standing inside a rusty, dilapidated cold storage facility.
And along with the sound of footsteps,
a dense mass of human figures appeared ahead.
These figures were like corpses that had been left in a cold storage facility for who knew how many years. They swayed and jostled, filling the entire space. Their movements were stiff, their faces twisted, and frozen streaks of blood ran beneath their features.
Inside their hollow, pitch-black eye sockets,
there were not only no eyeballs,
but they were crammed full of fingers that writhed incessantly as the figures moved.
"They're all ghosts."
"But they aren't complete ghosts."
"Or rather,"
"each corpse is only part of a ghost. The entire mass of corpses is the ghost."
Jiang Qiao thought to himself.
Then he took two steps forward.
The moment he moved,
the corpses ahead suddenly raised their heads in perfect unison and looked over. Even though they had no eyes, Jiang Qiao could still feel that they were looking at him—and that they had seen him.
"When I don't move, they only move."
"But the moment I move,"
"they immediately react differently."
"Forget it."
"I can't be bothered to figure out what's going on. Burning them all will be easier."
Jiang Qiao muttered to himself.
He raised his left hand.
Whoosh!
A red flame rose from his palm. Its bright radiance immediately drove away the darkness and illuminated the corridor.
"Go."
He gave his hand a gentle wave.
The strange flames instantly ignited the corpses at the front.
The flames surged violently.
Like a row of dominoes being knocked over, they rapidly spread toward the rear. In the blink of an eye, the