The Door Behind

But Jiang Cheng leaned close and whispered a few words in Huai Yi's ear. The next second, Huai Yi's face went deathly pale.

"What..." Huai Yi's expression turned terribly grim.

"You can decide for yourself whether what I said makes sense," Jiang Cheng said calmly. "Now, are you staying here, or coming with me?"

"Brother Jiang, I think I'd better come with you." Huai Yi was being very cooperative. "Brother Fugui, I'll leave things outside to you." He looked at the fatty, repeatedly signaling with his eyes.

The fatty hadn't thought that far ahead. The danger inside Room 19 was obvious, and there was no ruling out the possibility that the moment they entered, a malicious ghost would come after them.

More precisely, the Rain Night Murderer.

So far, all the victims had died in similar ways: they'd been cleaved in half by a massive axe.

Remembering the horrific sight of Yuan Xiaotian split open from the top of his head, the fatty felt a chill run down his spine, as if an icy draft had risen from his feet and gone straight to his head.

"Mister Jiang." Xia Qiang looked at Jiang Cheng. "I'm ready."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the shopkeeper on the other side, who was continually trying to work up his courage. When the shopkeeper noticed, he took a deep breath and gave Jiang Cheng a firm nod. "I'm ready too."

The fatty stared at the lock on the door. It was an old iron padlock, the kind that used to be common. He couldn't help reaching out to inspect it, but the moment his hand touched it, there was a click. To everyone's surprise, the lock opened.

The fatty hadn't reacted at all. It took him about a second to jerk his hand away and stumble