The Corridor in Deep Space

Jiang Qiao lay in bed asleep.

Whatever happened outside had nothing to do with him.

Whether it was the screams coming from the corridor or the occasional eerie figure opening the door to come in and check the rooms, nothing disturbed his sleep.

After all, while in the "Stalker" state, no Evil Spirit on Blue Star—whether a Vicious Ghost or a ghost story—could possibly detect him.

However.

He had never imagined that he would still be disturbed.

The faucet in the bathroom had been turned on by something ten minutes ago, and the water had been running nonstop with a loud "whoosh," as though it were free.

"Damn it, what the hell is messing with me in there?"

After turning over and getting out of bed, he went straight to the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and yanked the door open.

Click!

The sound of running water vanished the instant the door opened.

The small bathroom, only a few square meters in size, had disappeared. In its place was a dim, profound corridor.

The corridor stretched deep into the darkness, leading to who-knew-where.

A chilly wind blew over.

It made the goosebumps all over Jiang Qiao's body twitch several times before standing straight up.

"Oh?"

His gaze froze.

Damn it!

Who had moved the toilet away and put in a passage leading to a Supernatural place?

He walked into the corridor almost instinctively.

At once.

A soft sensation came from beneath his feet.

The corridor floor was covered with a thick carpet decorated with all kinds of strange patterns. Some were black sunflowers, some were white chrysanthemums, and some were pigeons with dead people's eyes.

In short, every kind of thing that made people uncomfortable was on it.

Who knew which spiritual artist had created this.