Xu Ji Mo reined in his expression, walked around to the corpse on the ground, lowered his head to inspect it for a moment, then turned his gaze to Bo Shuo.
It was easy to guess what had happened here. There was no need to ask further.
"Mr. Bo, how do we get out of here now?" Sang Yu asked.
The Ghost Face Group was outside the door now, so returning the way they had come was clearly impossible.
"Look at the markings on the buildings beside you."
Bo Shuo motioned for them to lower their heads. "Since this is the subconscious formed from the female ghost's resentment, even if the space is shattered, there must be an anchor point capable of stabilizing everything."
Following Bo Shuo's directions, Sang Yu lowered her head and saw the tiny, flaking pattern in the corner.
Bo Shuo gathered up his loose robes, lifted his eyes to look at the two of them, and commanded in an unquestionable tone, "Run along this marking."
He began a countdown. "10, 9, 8..."
Before Sang Yu could figure out what it meant, she instinctively moved in accordance with the command.
Xu Ji Mo cast a thoughtful glance at the seemingly tranquil surroundings, then obediently followed Bo Shuo's order as well.
The three of them sprinted down the road in the middle.
Bo Shuo's countdown also reached its end.
"!"
The moment "1" fell, all directions seemed to be corroded by something. A massive rumbling sound spread from afar.
It was as though a false landscape painting had been viciously torn apart, while monstrous claws glinting with cold light crashed down with brutal force.
This twisted region was shattering again.
The sky began to peel away, exposing crimson, sticky walls of flesh. Countless Meat Threads dangled from the