The thick Blood Mist poured into the corridor along the path Chen Ge had cleared. A blood-red bench flickered in and out of sight in the distance, while cries of agony and pleas for help rang clearly in their ears.
"How many people died in this corridor? Why does just walking through it make my heart pound?" the Old Principal whispered. The moment he opened his mouth, he felt a chill rush into his throat.
"I don't know." Chen Ge shook his head. He was slowly closing in on Zhang Ya's secret. "How did an introverted, innocent girl become one of the most powerful Red-Clothed? We should be able to find the answers to what she went through here."
The screams and groans grew louder. Blood dripped, and fine Blood Threads appeared across the peeling walls. The corridor felt like the throat of a ferocious beast—oppressive and suffocating.
"Chen Ge, I have a bad feeling about this."
The Old Principal shielded Ying Bai and Ying Hong. He was about to say more, but Ying Hong interrupted him. "This place makes me very uncomfortable. There's a stabbing pain in my heart. You'd better not go any farther."
The hearts of the Red-Clothed were different from those of the living. Their hearts were their deepest Obsessions. A stabbing pain meant their Obsessions were being shaken, which showed that they were in extreme danger.
"Boss, I've got goosebumps too." The Severed Hand in Bai Qiulin's pocket trembled slightly. The last time it had reacted like this was when he encountered The Shadow in Liwan Town.
"Don't panic." Chen Ge was the only one among them who remained calm. He stared at the bench deep in the corridor. Every time he blinked, the distance between him and the bench seemed to shrink.
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