Don't Be Like This

Huai Yi swallowed, a mouthful of bloody saliva, and watched Shen Mengyun's coy demeanor. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, Brother Jiang really knows how to play.

After about seven to eight minutes, a group of sculpted ghosts ran back from another direction. Their formation was sparse, indicating their stamina wasn't infinite.

Jiang Cheng pointed them in another direction again, making them continue climbing the stairs.

Through a gap, Fatty saw a sculpted ghost at the very back running, gasping for breath, holding onto the wall with one hand, still stubbornly chasing. He couldn't help but feel they had it tough too.

When all the ghosts had disappeared, Fatty poked his head out and whispered, " Doctor, what's next?"

Suddenly, another sculpted ghost appeared around the corner. Since this one was only a bust, it had no legs and could only crawl on the ground.

It seemed to be a straggler from the main group.

Fatty immediately pulled his head back.

Jiang Cheng, mimicking his previous actions, made a series of random gestures at the half-body ghost.

But as the ghost crawled past Jiang Cheng, it seemed to notice something strange. It turned its head and looked towards the position where Fatty and the others were hiding.

No matter how Jiang Cheng gestured, it didn't move. After a few seconds, it actually changed direction, propped itself up, and crawled towards the corner behind them.

Suddenly, its body stiffened. Due to the angle, it caught sight of Fatty's legs hidden in the shadows.

The sculpture immediately turned its head, pointed a finger at where Fatty and the others were hiding, and straightened its neck. But before it could call out, its outstretched hand was grabbed, and it was violently dragged into the darkness.

At first, there was a sound of struggling