Say One More Word, and I'll Kill You!

"What?!"

"The Ghost appeared again?!"

"Who disappeared?"

Everyone frantically looked around. Before long, someone cried out, "Jia Liang's gone!"

"Jia Liang! Jia Liang!" Several coworkers who were close to him hurriedly called his name.

"Shut up! Are you trying to fucking lure the Ghost here?" Wang Ziteng roared. With people disappearing one after another, what little reason he had left was slipping away.

The reason he could stay calmer than most people was that he had already witnessed these strange powers through his cousin and had prepared himself mentally.

Moreover, he deeply admired his cousin and wanted to become a Spirit Tamer himself. So after entering the Ghost Domain, alongside his fear, a faint, secretly delighted anticipation had kept him going.

But people could love the idea of dragons without wanting to face one. When a real dragon appeared before them, they would discover that the first emotion to rise from their hearts was often fear.

"Young Master Wang, what do we do? I don't want to disappear!" Li Feifei clutched Wang Ziteng's sleeve, her eyes swimming with tears, only making him more irritated.

"You're fucking asking me? Who the fuck am I supposed to ask?!"

Just then, a calm voice suddenly cut through the commotion. It was Fang Xiu.

"Two to three minutes."

"What do you mean, two to three minutes?"

"That's the interval between disappearances," Fang Xiu said calmly. "More precisely, it should be two minutes for women and three minutes for men. Wang Xiaoli disappeared three minutes after Security Guard Xiao Zhao, and Jia Liang disappeared two minutes after Wang Xiaoli. It looks like this Ghost's killing pattern is to kill one person every two to three minutes.

"If that deduction is correct, someone else will disappear three minutes after Jia Liang."

"It kills on a timer? Damn it! How the fuck are we supposed to avoid that?" Wang Ziteng's eyes were bloodshot, and he was beginning to lose control of his emotions.

Fang Xiu ignored him and turned to walk into the darkness.

Everyone was instantly alarmed.

His best buddy, Zhao Hao, immediately shouted, "Xiu, where are you going? Do you have a death wish?!"

Without looking back, Fang Xiu said, "To find a way out, of course. What else should we do, stay here and wait to die? There are eight people left here. At one disappearance every two or three minutes, everyone will be dead in about twenty minutes. We might as well take a chance."

"Fang Xiu! Get the fuck back here!" Wang Ziteng suddenly roared. "Didn't I just say no one was allowed to act on their own? Do you realize that if you violate one of the Ghost's taboos, all of us could die with you? You're just an ordinary person. What do you know about Ghosts-"

Fang Xiu stopped and abruptly turned around. A pale, expressionless face came into view, like that of a pallid corpse, without a trace of life.

Under that face's stare, Wang Ziteng's breath instantly caught.

Then Fang Xiu spoke without the slightest flicker of emotion. "Say one more word, and before the Ghost gets to you... I'll kill you."

Though his words held no emotion, they carried an indescribable chill. The instant Wang Ziteng heard them, he felt as though a powerful aura of death had enveloped him.

Meeting Fang Xiu's calm eyes, Wang Ziteng suddenly realized he meant it. If he said one more word, he really would die!

As the son of a wealthy family, he had a wide circle of acquaintances. For certain reasons, he had even looked into a murderer's eyes before.

But even the pressure of a murderer's gaze could not compare to Fang Xiu's calm eyes.

Wang Ziteng's instincts were right. The eyes of a murderer were indeed different from those of someone who had been murdered eighteen times.

Seeing that Wang Ziteng had fallen silent, Fang Xiu turned and vanished into the darkness.

At the sight, hesitation flashed across Zhao Hao's face. A moment later, he gritted his teeth, looked at Fang Xiu's departing back, then at the people hesitating where they stood, and finally followed him.

"Young Master Wang, what should we do?" Wu Dahai asked, his voice trembling.

Wang Ziteng's face alternated between pale and livid. He had not dared lose his temper while Fang Xiu was there, but now that Fang Xiu had left, his anger surged.

"What should we do? If those two want to get themselves killed, let them! Two ignorant hicks who don't even know what a Spirit Tamer is, and they dare ignore my orders!"

"B-but Fang Xiu doesn't seem like someone who'd walk to his death. How about we follow them and take a look?"

Wang Ziteng's fury instantly flared. "Follow them, my ass! Even if I die, even if the Ghost-"

Before he could finish, a scream interrupted him.

"Ah! Someone else disappeared!!"

Wang Ziteng instantly shook with terror. He counted the people around him. Including himself, only five remained. He immediately changed his tune. "Quick! Follow them!"

Fang Xiu made his way through the dark corridor, with Zhao Hao close behind him.

The two kept moving forward with their flashlights, but even after walking for a long time, they still had not reached the end of the corridor.

Normally, a short walk would bring them to the stairs leading down at the end of the corridor. Today, however, the corridor seemed like a bottomless pit, its depths endless.

"X-Xiu, something's wrong. Why haven't we reached the stairs yet?!" Zhao Hao trembled nonstop, huddling behind Fang Xiu like an oversized bird seeking shelter.

"Shh. Quiet."

Fang Xiu abruptly stopped, staring intently into the depths of the corridor.

An eerie green glow suddenly appeared at its far end, like the light of an emergency exit sign in the darkness-sinister and unnerving.

The instant Fang Xiu saw the light, his brow furrowed.

That glow... it's exactly like the lighting in Green Mountain Psychiatric Hospital.

An unbelievable guess formed in his mind, and he hurried toward the light.

Once he stepped fully into the glow, he found himself in a narrow, cramped, dilapidated corridor. The ceiling and walls were covered in dark stains and blood, and battered benches stood every few meters along the passage.

It felt like the corridor of a hospital from decades ago. The walls were dull gray, and instead of the usual marble flooring, the floor was grayish-white concrete.

This is... Green Mountain Psychiatric Hospital!

"X-X-X-Xiu! Am I hallucinating? Where are we? Aren't we supposed to be at the office? Why does this look like a hospital from a horror movie?!" Zhao Hao's frightened voice came from behind Fang Xiu.

Something stirred in Fang Xiu's mind.

Zhao Hao can see the psychiatric hospital too?

Could it be...

Fang Xiu reached out to touch the surrounding walls. They felt cold and rough beneath his palm.

His pupils abruptly contracted.

Just as I thought!

I'm inside the psychiatric hospital. This time, it isn't an illusion anymore. It's physically real!

Could the psychiatric hospital be like those living Ghosts, entering reality once some condition was met?

Is this what they call a Ghost Domain?

Fang Xiu suspected that the psychiatric hospital, which had previously resembled a holographic projection, had now overlapped spatially with reality. The sales office seemed to have been swallowed by it, embedded within it.

No wonder he could no longer see the psychiatric hospital as he had before. He was already inside it.