Outside apartment 501.
The older woman was wreathed in pitch-black resentment, her lips bluish-purple and her eyes filled with malice.
Her skin peeled away bit by bit, exposing broad patches of scarlet. Her limbs twisted and deformed, and intense resentment filled the corridor, shrouding it completely in unimaginable oppression and icy cold!
Su Ling's scalp nearly exploded.
Watching the woman's skin peel off, she felt a fierce itch spread over her own body. Her hands unconsciously touched her delicate skin, her fingers curling as a terrifying thought arose in her mind.
Scratch it off! Scratch it off!
Tear off all my skin, bit by bit, and it won't itch anymore.
This absurd, utterly groundless thought abruptly appeared in her mind and took almost brutal control of Su Ling's actions. She actually began doing it!
Just then.
A streak of blood-red appeared in Su Ling's shadow, standing out starkly amid the darkness.
An aura even more intense and terrifying than the older woman's quietly descended.
Su Ling looked stunned. Something invisible seemed to yank her, sending her stumbling backward into apartment 502 next door.
"Wh... what was that?"
She shuddered, apparently thinking of something.
"Qiao Qiao, is... is that you?"
Her voice was full of fear.
No one answered.
Apartment 502 was pitch-black. Su Ling did not dare turn around. She had just felt a hand grab the back of her clothes and feared that if she turned, she would see her younger sister's blood-covered face.
Even though they had once been the closest of family.
Through the bizarre incidents her sister had caused after her death, she had come to understand that this was no longer the sister she had once known.
She was a ghost filled with profound resentment.
"Jiang Chen..." Something occurred to Su Ling. She looked outside