Right!
Where did the ghost go?
The corner of the corridor was completely empty, with only that shallow puddle and the stench of rot in the air proving that Chen Baolin hadn't imagined it. Something really had been there.
"It was standing there just now... I felt like it was smiling at me..."
Chen Baolin spoke in a low voice.
His voice was strained.
Seeing a ghost might not have been frightening to him, but seeing a ghost smile at him was bad news. Worse still, no one knew where the ghost had gone.
What was this like?
It was like discovering a very large spider in your bedroom.
You wanted to grab something and beat it to death.
But the moment you turned your head—
It was gone!
After that, you would probably spend a long time searching everywhere, trying to find it and drag it out. From time to time, you would also picture it crawling onto your face after you fell asleep.
Jiang Qiao waved his hand, signaling them to be quiet.
He closed his eyes and listened intently.
The corridor was as silent as death. Once he closed his eyes, that silence became especially eerie.
Because even the heartbeat and breathing of the dozen or so people behind him had vanished.
Then.
He felt as though he were falling.
It was like the sensation of dropping into an abyss that sometimes came in the half-dreaming state between sleep and wakefulness. As he sank, he seemed to hear faint rustling sounds beside his ears.
He couldn't see anything.
But he could hear it.
It sounded as if someone were whispering, but the details of what they were saying were completely indistinct.
He didn't open his eyes.
He continued to sense his surroundings.
Soon.
The temperature around him