Everyone knew there couldn't possibly be any living people left in the hotel.
Yet as Zhong Shan listened to the clear footsteps coming from just beyond the wall, his heart sank. Though it was still broad daylight outside, with sunlight even streaming in and everything around them brightly lit, it gave him not the slightest bit of comfort.
Once that thing appeared, it killed without reason or logic.
It was terrifying and bizarre, impossible to predict.
"The footsteps are close. They seem to be heading this way."
Pressing himself against the wall, Zhong Shan listened again before speaking with certainty.
The footsteps were heavy, without the slightest echo. As they moved across the floor, they carried a deathly stillness. He could even picture a corpse walking through the dim corridor next door, wandering aimlessly.
"Yang Jian's intelligence was accurate. There really is something terrifying wandering around in here. No wonder he recommended sealing off the entire hotel."
He looked up again. "Guo Fan, what are you planning to do?"
"I'm already standing up. I can't exactly go back to the memorial tablet."
Guo Fan's expression was grim. "Ignore that thing. During the days I was trapped here, this wasn't the first time I heard those footsteps. They appear at intervals, so let's leave. I don't know its pattern, but since Yang Jian dared to seal this place off without worry, its range of influence probably isn't very large."
"Let's hope so." Zhong Shan's entire body was tense now, because he could be certain that the footsteps were right outside this wall.
In other words, the ghost was separated from him by only a single wall.
Not daring to get close to this paranormal phenomenon, he immediately stepped away from the wall and retreated several paces.
Guo Fan also quickly chose