The group cautiously emerged from the tunnel.
Above the tunnel was a large, empty room that looked like a storage room.
A chair stood in the middle of the room. The ceiling was high, nearly three or four meters above the floor at a glance.
Branches swayed outside the window, like thin, withered hands waving back and forth.
The room seemed safe, but none of them dared act rashly.
Bringing up the rear, He Zheng felt sweat bead on his palms and could not help asking Ye Lin in a low voice.
"Ye Lin, why can't we see that thing...?"
He Zheng stared nervously at the chair. He had prepared himself for a fight, but there was nothing before him except that chair.
Not being able to see it was the most terrifying part. If the Hanged Ghost was in this room, he could imagine him right above their heads, staring fixedly down at them.
Ye Lin said nothing, his gaze resting on the misty glazed glass in the door.
After a little thought, he recalled what had happened in the previous round.
The Hanged Ghost was invisible to the naked eye, yet Ye Lin knew what he looked like. That meant they had seen his reflection when they pushed the door open.
So... does seeing him or pushing the door open trigger the killing?
He could not determine the Hanged Ghost's trigger, nor could he be sure whether he was still there.
Ye Lin quietly cautioned the others behind him, then closed his eyes and walked toward the door.
"Close your eyes and follow me."
Since he could not determine what triggered the killing, all he could do was avoid the possibilities as best he could.
He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly felt a hand take his.