"Ma, let's go talk in the room over there. The hallway is really dangerous." Xiao Sun grabbed Ma Feng's arm and dragged him toward the other end of the corridor.
"No, no. I thought about it for a while, and I think..." Ma Feng let Xiao Sun drag him along, utterly defeated. He didn't even have the strength to struggle.
His head was spinning, the world turning around him. His body ached all over, his eyes felt gritty, and he wanted to cry.
"Ma, don't say it. I understand. But we've already made it to the deepest part of the Haunted House. This could be the final scene. Are you really willing to give up now? Wouldn't that make all our earlier efforts a complete waste?" Xiao Sun gripped Ma Feng's collar. "There's no such thing as a hopeless situation, only people who've lost hope. We might be just one step away from success."
Ma Feng pressed his lips together and stared blankly at the darkness around them. Everything was concealed in it—the monsters, the Vengeful Spirits, the dangers, and the way out.
His fingers slowly curled into a fist, and a faint spark kindled in Ma Feng's eyes.
"People who don't believe in miracles can never create them. The Haunted House Owner thinks no one can escape from here, but think about it: wasn't the Haunted House built for people to visit? Is there really a Haunted House in this world that no one can clear or escape from?"
Xiao Sun's words brimmed with strength and showed Ma Feng the way forward.
Gritting his teeth, Ma Feng felt that giving up now would be a terrible waste. He rubbed his dizzy head and slowly said, "Xiao Sun, let go first. I can walk on my own."
Bracing himself against