The flashlight beam illuminated the darkness ahead.
A dim, deep corridor appeared before them, stretching all the way into the depths of the darkness, where the light could not reach.
Standing at the entrance to this corridor felt like standing at the gates of hell. An inexplicable chill had quietly enveloped their bodies. The tightly shut doors lining both sides of the passage seemed to radiate an unknown danger, making them fear that the moment they walked past, one might suddenly open and unleash some horrifying supernatural entity.
Even if every room ahead was safe, at least one thing was certain.
A ghost had appeared ahead just moments ago and collided with Lin Luomei's Ghost Sound.
But from their current position, that ghost was no longer within sight.
Still, it was certain that the thing was wandering around inside.
Under such circumstances, Luo Suyī, Lin Luomei, and Xiong Wenwen were all tense from head to toe, fear evident in their eyes.
Only a veteran like Yang Jian, who had once contained an S-class Starving Ghost, could remain calm in the face of such supernatural phenomena.
"Move."
Yang Jian's voice was low. Though he had not opened his Ghost Domain, he had still left a Ghost Eye on his forehead to observe the nearby area.
No one else spoke. At a time like this, none of them dared make a sound. No one knew whether speaking might trigger the ghost's killing pattern and draw its attention.
They crossed the corridor line that seemed like a taboo and stepped onto the soft carpet.
The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. There was not the slightest sound, only their own heavy breathing ringing in their ears.
Yang Jian reached out and touched the wall beside him, then brought his hand to his nose and sniffed