A security guard ghost no weaker than a baleful-grade nightmare had been punched into gray mist by Huang Tian and vanished completely. How the hell did that make sense?!
Zhou Zhenhong was bewildered, then stunned, then somewhat relieved. He finally understood how Huang Tian had dealt with the General Temple nightmare in half a minute. He had probably shattered it with one punch, sending its clay head rolling.
But—
His gaze fell involuntarily on Huang Tian's right fist. His dream artifact must have something to do with fists or palms. He's formidable in close combat—
"Keep going." As Zhou Zhenhong pondered, Huang Tian lowered his fist and spoke.
"Ah, right!" Zhou Zhenhong came to his senses and hurried after him. He stepped past where the security guard ghost had fallen without stopping to search for a dream artifact. Each nightmare event produced only one, and the guard had merely been an offshoot of the nightmare's core.
Coming alongside Huang Tian, Zhou Zhenhong pointed to the building marked B2 among the four ahead. "All four buildings contain ghosts, but the nightmare's core is in the main B2 building. Unless we kill the core ghost, the nursing home nightmare will never dissipate."
As he spoke, they reached the gray-yellow B2 building.
The building's main entrance was a rusty iron door. It stood wide open, with a heavy iron lock hanging from it.
Beyond the door lay pitch darkness, without a glimmer of light. It resembled a gaping mouth waiting to swallow anyone who entered.
Huang Tian stepped onto the stairs without hesitation. Zhou Zhenhong followed close behind, his expression grave.
"Thud~ Thud~"
They had climbed only four steps when two figures swayed out of the thick darkness beyond the door and blocked their way.
They were an elderly man and woman dressed