The Corridor Changed Again

"Who?"

Jiang Qiao spun around sharply and looked toward the depths of the corridor.

Just now, he had sensed a strange Supernatural Aura flash past, as if some Evil Spirit had appeared in the corridor.

But it had soon vanished without a trace.

"Hmm?"

The moment he turned around, he immediately saw a strange scene.

At some point, the lights deeper in the corridor had dimmed. It was not because some external interference had caused a power shortage. Rather, every light had gained a sheet of coarse yellow straw paper that covered the light source.

The straw paper was covered in small, round cracks. They looked just like... the Paper Money burned during funerals!

Aside from that,

the hospital rooms along the corridor had also undergone a series of changes.

The doors, which had been almost all half-open just now, were now completely closed. Every room had developed an eerie phenomenon.

Two wreaths had been hung outside one hospital room. The Scrolls of Condolence on them had been written in red ink. It looked as if the writer had pressed too hard, leaving behind too much ink and pulling out streaks that seemed to flow.

A waist-high brick wall had appeared outside some doors. The cement on it had not yet dried. It seemed to be blocking something inside from coming out.

Some rooms appeared to have their doors closed, but when viewed from the corner of one's eye, they seemed to be wide open.

However, the inside was pitch-black, and nothing could be seen.

The tables and chairs placed along the walls of the corridor had somehow become covered in rust. Some suspicious liquid had splashed onto them, and the stench of rot mixed with the disinfectant in the air, making people want to vomit.

Finally,

on the ceiling