As one plank after another came down, Foul Stench, standing beside Chen Ge, slowly changed expression. His chubby head turned, and his tiny eyes, squeezed into slits by his rolls of fat, fixed on the corridor.
The corridor sealed off by the planks was completely different from the rest of the Ghost School. There wasn't a trace of Blood Mist inside. The walls, the concrete floor, even the shoeprints on the walls—all of it looked just like the real world.
"Every student who lives in the Ghost School knows this is forbidden ground. They almost never come here, so it makes sense that the corridor has been left as it was." Seeing Chen Ge's expression, Ying Hong explained in a quiet voice.
"The world behind the Door is a sea of red. How could there be a place that looks just like the real world? The School Will must have deliberately preserved it." Chen Ge removed the last plank. Blood Mist spread, and he and the others prepared to enter. Only Foul Stench remained where he was.
"Did something come back to you?" Chen Ge reached out to pat Foul Stench on the shoulder, but his hand passed right through him. Strictly speaking, the honest, chubby fellow was only a thought that gave off a foul smell. He was different from the other Vengeful Spirits.
Foul Stench didn't answer. His round body slowly moved toward the corridor. He walked very slowly, as if he were afraid.
"Why would he feel afraid? Does he not want to see his true self, or does he not want to face the memories buried in his heart?" Chen Ge didn't know how to comfort Foul Stench. He didn't hurry him. If Foul Stench showed any clear resistance, he would lead everyone away immediately.
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