As he ran up the stairs, Qin Manjiang saw Chen Zhiyuan still standing obediently at the stairway.
"Move! The blood on the ceiling is about to drip onto your head!"
Qin Manjiang grabbed him and dragged him upstairs.
Chen Zhiyuan froze. "You told me to wait for him. He hasn't come out yet..."
"Oh, stop talking! Sure, he hasn't come out. He's got all sorts of creepy abilities now. See that blood all over the ceiling? Who knows which ghost he slaughtered to get it? If you don't run, you'll be washing your hair in blood!" Qin Manjiang was out of breath, but grew more animated as he spoke. "How can you be so stubborn..."
"What about the pills?"
"Stay alive first. Everything else can wait!"
Abruptly, a woman's scalp-prickling sobs rang out in the stairwell.
It was here!
Just how many ghosts' abilities did Guan She have?
Was this a female ghost split off by his multiple personalities?
Qin Manjiang glanced back. The top of a terrifying, blood-red ghost's head had just appeared at the stairway, its long, twisted shadow cast against the wall by the moonlight.
Even more horrifyingly, as they ran, Qin Manjiang and Chen Zhiyuan discovered that the flesh on their bodies was falling off!
Qin Manjiang touched his face... Like a corpse left lying for too long, his face was already rotting!
Walking corpse syndrome?!
He gritted his teeth and rushed into a nearby ward with Chen Zhiyuan. "Drag the beds over! Block the door!"
They had no choice...
The corridor ahead was already covered in blood, and the ceiling had become a sticky mass of crimson. There was nowhere to step.
They could only hold out as long as possible now. Could they last until dawn?
Qin Manjiang had no confidence. He lacked the