After collecting the second iron axe, Lin Yi said, "There should still be quite a few survivors in this building. Stop looking for them for now. Even if you find them, they'll just be a burden. Follow me floor by floor. We'll kill all the corpse puppets first."
"Great Master Lin, then... what about the Ghost Spirit in this building?"
"This Ghost Spirit is hiding rather deeply. I haven't found it yet."
In truth, the moment he entered the building, Lin Yi had briefly sensed the Ghost Spirit's trail through the Strange Stone. However, the Black Mist Wraith seemed somewhat wary of him and had not shown itself.
Lin Yi had no idea what game the Ghost Spirit was playing. He planned to clear out the corpse puppets in the building first, then find Liu Bo and the others.
Lin Yi then led Zhou Huaiwen upward floor by floor, killing every goat-headed monster they encountered along the way.
Some of the goat-headed monsters carried iron axes, while others were empty-handed.
By the time they fought their way to the eighth floor, Lin Yi felt nothing much, but Zhou Huaiwen, carrying four heavy iron axes on his back, was panting from exhaustion.
The moment they reached the eighth floor, Lin Yi caught a thick stench of blood.
Using his phone's flashlight, Lin Yi discovered that nearly all the residents on this floor were dead. Many corpses had been drained completely of Qi-Blood, shriveled dry.
It seemed that the Black Mist Wraith had fed on human blood here before.
Just then, screams erupted from upstairs, and the Strange Stone against Lin Yi's chest began pounding wildly.
Clearly, the hidden Black Mist Wraith had appeared upstairs.
Lin Yi hurried up to the ninth floor. In the darkness, he saw a crowd fleeing in