Seeing the walls on both sides of the passage densely covered in bloody handprints, Yang Jian, carrying the corpse, hesitated instead.
Was the ghost in Room 82 coming out? Was it because of me, or had the ghost simply wandered out on its own?
He considered retreating and temporarily avoiding the constantly appearing bloody handprints, but Yang Jian also worried that continuing deeper might lead him into some unknown danger. So he did not act immediately, instead weighing his options.
Very soon.
Carrying the corpse, Yang Jian chose to steel himself and head straight toward the approaching bloody handprints.
Retreating was meaningless and would only waste time. Besides, walking forward did not necessarily mean he would be attacked. If he retreated and took a detour, he might lose his way or even encounter something more terrifying than these bloody hands.
"I refuse to believe this thing can really kill me."
Yang Jian walked swiftly, directly attempting to pass through the corridor covered in bloody handprints, unafraid of the ghost suspected to be from Room 82.
He could never have made such a reckless choice in the past.
But the music box's curse had given him courage and nerve, allowing him to make multiple mistakes during this period without losing his life.
Yang Jian turned back and immediately passed by the eerie bloody handprints on the walls.
Something was clearly wrong with the surroundings.
Though he could not see where the real ghost was, Yang Jian could feel that the corridor had become colder than before. An indescribable sense of dread crawled over his entire body, as if countless obscure, eerie eyes were watching him in this corridor while he forcibly walked beneath the gaze of some ghost.
Yang Jian's Ghost Eye did not look around carelessly, because he feared seeing