Qi Yan stood in the elevator, his face deathly pale, his eyes filled with disbelief and unconcealed terror.
The air seemed to have gone still. He could feel his heart pounding like a drum, his pulse thundering in his ears. His pupils contracted. Unable to move, he could not help glancing out of the corner of his eye at the Ghost Bride who had appeared beside him.
The Ghost Bride wore a vivid red wedding dress, its scarlet silk giving off an eerie sheen beneath the dim lights. The red veil covering her face resembled blood mist in the night, concealing her features while adding an indescribable sense of oppression.
The Ghost Bride stood quietly at one side of the elevator, yet her presence seemed to thin the air inside, and the temperature around them appeared to plummet. Beneath the red veil, eyes that seemed to gleam with a cold light stared icily at Qi Yan. Her silent presence stretched every nerve in his body taut. Even his breathing grew shallow and rapid, as though the slightest sound would bring disaster down upon him.
Kong Rui, Lin Xiao'an, and Jiang Hong also backed away in terror, their bodies almost pressed against the cold elevator doors. Their eyes were filled with horror, their faces drained of color, and cold sweat seeped from their foreheads. Jiang Hong's fingers trembled uncontrollably, but he still summoned his courage and frantically pressed every floor button he could reach.
Jiang Hong's hand nearly slipped as he pressed the elevator buttons, but at that moment, they had only one thought-
Anywhere would do. They absolutely could not stay in this elevator!
There was a terrifying eerie entity in here!
They would die!
They really would die here!
The Ghost Bride's nails, as cold and sharp as steel