The darkness around them grew thicker and thicker...
"Senior brother, no matter how frightened you are, don't move. Once you move backward and the midpoint shifts, I won't be able to grab her, and everyone will die..."
Doje felt cold all around him. He could hear his own heart pounding wildly.
"Junior brother, I can't do this. I'm just useless. Find someone else." Doje felt as though he was about to cry.
Lying there like this, waiting for a ghost to come, waiting to die... under such extreme terror, his mind was on the verge of collapse.
"Everyone else either doesn't trust me, or I don't trust them. Only you-you trust me, and I trust you!" Qu Zan and Doje leaned against the wall.
Doje closed his eyes, refusing to look at what might happen around him...
Whoosh!
A wisp of icy wind brushed his face, making Doje shudder.
When he opened his eyes again, a ghost had appeared before him.
The ghost was an old woman with a face covered in wrinkles. Her face pressed against his, and Doje could even see the livor mortis on the Vengeful Ghost's face.
"Ah!"
Doje wanted to open his mouth and scream, but the corpse aura and ghostly aura emanating from the old woman instantly numbed him.
Just before the old woman sank into the stone, a pale hand sprouted from the wall and covered her head.
"Got you."
Qu Zan felt his ghost hand seize Mirror Granny.
As he used the ghost hand's power to suppress Mirror Granny, tremendous pain shot through his left hand. Within Qu Zan's field of vision, another hand appeared on the wall...
Then another...
The gap between Qu Zan and Doje bristled with densely packed human hands, all clutching Mirror Granny.
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