The Stairway Called "Vein"

"Humph!"

At the critical moment, Duan Hong successfully dashed into the staircase.

But his back suddenly went cold, and a tearing pain surged into his head, forcing a grunt from him.

There was no time to think. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he reached back and closed the staircase's main door.

Click!

A faint sound rang out.

The terrifying supernatural force sweeping toward him was completely shut out.

"Whoo—"

"Whoo, whoo—"

"Whoo, whoo, whoo—"

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead as he panted heavily.

Only then did his taut nerves relax slightly.

To be honest, he had no confidence that he could escape from the ghost story's clutches. He had merely been taking a gamble.

Judging from how the two paths at the fork had led to a hospital and an apartment respectively, this eerie corridor should have been divided into different areas. Perhaps they represented different ghost stories or supernatural forces.

They were so sharply distinct that perhaps fleeing into another area would let him use a different supernatural force to counterbalance the one pursuing him.

That way, he could escape his predicament.

If he succeeded, he would naturally survive a hopeless situation.

If he failed—

If he were caught by an Evil Spirit midway, failed to rush into the staircase in the passage, or the staircase turned out to be unable to isolate the hospital's supernatural force—

Then he would die!

Nothing could be perfect.

When faced with a threat to his life, even a one- or two-tenths chance was worth taking!

After all, it was better than doing nothing.

"My back isn't injured, but it seems something happened to the female ghost. Half of my connection with her has disappeared. That isn't normal."

After resting briefly,

Duan Hong began examining his back.

The intense pain did