"Hah... huff!"
In the darkness came the labored panting of someone running for their life. Though the breathing already sounded exhausted beyond measure, that person still dared not stop.
Huang Ziya held a ghost candle in her hand, deep fear in her eyes as she fled alone.
She did not dare stop.
Because she could feel countless ghost ropes hanging overhead nearby, drifting toward her.
She needed to buy time.
She had to buy Yang Jian and the others one last chance. Only then could everyone possibly survive.
But the courage she had summoned could not sustain her forever.
As the darkness around her began to swallow her vision, as she became lost and was left entirely alone.
Helpless and isolated, fear overwhelmed her. Huang Ziya began crying as she ran, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
She was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Yet Huang Ziya still clutched a strange cloth doll tightly in her hand.
This was her only hope.
Yang Jian had said that at a critical moment, all she needed to do was drip a drop of blood onto it. This cloth doll could save her life and ensure she would not be killed by the ghost ropes.
Huang Ziya felt terribly foolish. Yang Jian might have lied to her, because at the time, someone had needed to voluntarily sacrifice themselves to buy an opportunity.
She regretted it beyond words. If she had known, she never should have rushed out on her own.
But it was too late to say anything now.
Huang Ziya could only trust Yang Jian's words now. Trust that the cloth doll in her hand truly worked, and trust that this operation could truly succeed.
In the darkness, her panting grew heavier and heavier, while her running slowed.
Her strength