Dragging Things Out

"Shit." Yuan Xiaotian couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath.

The severed feet belonged to Huai Yi. By now, he had fallen into a semi-conscious state; otherwise, the impact of this scene would have been even worse for him.

They hadn't seen a ghost, but everyone knew this was the work of one. What shook them even more was the ghost's speed.

Gradually, a sense of helplessness began to spread through the group. The joy and confidence they'd felt when they discovered what the lamp could do were slowly fading.

"Damn it, what the hell is this thing?" Yuan Xiaotian looked grim.

"Stop wasting time. Either we charge through or take another route," Feng Jie urged. "Hurry, he won't last much longer!"

"Let's take another route, Mister Jiang," Zhou Tong suggested. "Those severed feet are right here, and look closely—the toes are pointed at us. As long as we come down this stairwell, we won't be able to avoid them. There must be a trap here!" Her voice grew more and more urgent as she spoke, as if she were already certain.

"What if we take the stairwell on the other side?"

"It won't help. If we go to the other side, those severed feet will appear on that staircase instead," Jiang Cheng said. "That thing is faster than us. There's no way to avoid it."

"It's stalling for time, too," Jiang Cheng said with certainty. "As long as the light is on, it won't have an easy time finding a chance to attack us. It's waiting for this lamp to go out."

At this point, Jiang Cheng didn't think the one attacking them was the Slasher.

For one thing, judging by the previous fight, it wasn't realistic for the Slasher to take Wu out in such a short time.