Lin Cheng stepped forward, bent down to pick up the Firewood Cleaver, and casually tossed it behind him, landing it squarely in Yang Jian's arms.
Just then-
Eee-yaa-yaa!!!
An eerie operatic voice suddenly drifted out of the darkness at the far end of the corridor.
The voice seemed to draw near and recede by turns, carrying a bone-chilling cold.
It was a terrifying presence drawn here by the deep-blue ghost domain Lin Cheng had unleashed moments earlier!
Hearing the singing, the tall male corpse's sluggish body abruptly stiffened.
"Do me... a favor." The tall male corpse looked at Lin Cheng. "They... must not get out. Deal with..."
Lin Cheng looked at the darkness spreading from the depths of the corridor and shook his head slightly.
"I'm afraid I can't agree this time."
"I lent out a ghost. You know the one. I think using it now would be overkill."
"Taking them on with the strength of three ghosts would still be too much of a stretch. I'll leave this place to you."
With that, Lin Cheng did not linger. He turned and led Yang Jian, along with Ning Rongrong and Bai Chenxiang, who sat on the floor looking utterly dazed, straight toward the boundary of the Fourth Floor.
Watching Lin Cheng's retreating back, the tall male corpse let out a heavy, world-weary sigh.
"That child... is walking a path more hopeless than mine."
"I only want to protect this little patch of ground behind me, but he has to... shoulder the entire human world."
Lin Cheng's steps paused briefly. He did not turn back, leaving only his fading silhouette and a few calm words.
"As long as I'm here, there will be no despair."
The tall male corpse fell silent for a moment, then murmured, "I hope... that's true."
Then