In the darkness, a series of hurried footsteps and ragged breaths echoed. Yang Jian grabbed Zhang Lei and led the others swiftly away.
Away from the ghost standing before them, its entire body deathly black.
That was true terror.
And rash contact could bring unexpected changes. Even the rules governing how vicious ghosts killed might be altered.
"Hasn't it caught up?" As Yang Jian fled, he used the Ghost Eye at the back of his head to check behind him.
The ghost had not followed.
This was not because the vicious ghost was merciful, nor was it the effect of the ghost candle. It certainly was not because they were lucky. It was because, after Yang Jian and Zhang Lei had joined up, the number of ghosts had changed. They no longer met the condition of being alone, so they would be safe for a while.
Until that numerical balance was broken again, or the ghost underwent some unexpected and bizarre change.
They ran without stopping.
Yang Jian did not even intend to remain in the dormitory building, because there was no longer any need.
He had searched from the first floor upward. Other than the fifth floor, he had gone everywhere, so they should have been the only people left in the entire dormitory building. The rest were either dead or scattered around the training base.
But this was not the time to think about that. The most urgent matter was getting away from the ghost before considering their next move.
No one said anything as they ran. There was only the sound of hurried footsteps.
Only after a while, when they reached one of the training base's fields, did they stop.
Several people who had run out of strength were gasping heavily. Running under such terror drained stamina