"You even know about red garments. You Ghost Story Players really are in league with the Shadow World." The burly man gripped the knife handle with all ten fingers, while the ghost face steadily sucked the blood from his body.
Slowly, his shadow began to swell, turning into a scarlet ghostly figure two meters tall.
The burly man and the ghostly figure behind him raised their knives in unison. He controlled the knife, while the ghostly figure controlled his soul.
Without warning, the burly man stepped forward. The Security members behind him opened fire, while the others activated all kinds of equipment.
Unlike the half-finished devices the branch bureau issued to its Investigators, every device the Security personnel used had been brought out of an anomaly event by Investigators risking their lives. Each was stained with blood and curses.
"How can you, outside the painting, hurt me inside it? Just as people in a dream cannot kill a ghost outside that dream." Xia Yang gazed down the pitch-black corridor with warmth and humility, the body of every Security member reflected in his eyes.
This was a race to the death. Xia Yang had to kill everyone before the Security personnel found a way to hurt him.
Crack!
Gao Ming smashed the window glass with his elbow, jumped out of the Front Building, and landed in the weeds of the abandoned garden.
Looking at the jumble of shoeprints on the ground, Gao Ming slowly raised his gaze. The Rear Building seemed like a mirror image of the Front Building, yet it exerted far more pressure on him. Merely approaching it made the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God roar, and the death memory fragments buried in his heart began colliding with one another.
"I feel like I've been here before..."
None of the death