Although the elevator's departure had cut off their retreat, it was not particularly important to Yang Jian now. He could still use the water of the Ghost Lake to connect to the outside and withdraw from Caesar Hotel in time, or open the Ghost Domain and try to escape from the third floor.
There were still ways, so the most important thing now was to complete the plan for this trip.
The furnace was gradually reigniting. Everyone felt that it was a little too slow, but they could not leave. They could only stand there, staring at the continuously rekindling furnace while remaining alert to the safety of their surroundings.
Fortunately, the faint firelight inside the furnace dispelled the surrounding darkness, restoring some visibility so that they were not completely unable to see their hands in front of their faces.
Li Yang and Tong Qian could now see their surroundings clearly.
Though it was still dim, they could at least tell whether danger was appearing nearby.
Yang Jian's Ghost Eye was not greatly affected here. His vision ignored the darkness and allowed him to see everything around him clearly, though he could not see through the walls piled up from corpses.
"Why did the ghost pile these corpses here? Was it instinctively collecting bodies, or was there something special about them?" Yang Jian held the cracked spear and remained extremely vigilant as he stopped before a wall made of piled corpses.
The Ghost Eye turned slightly.
He was observing the corpses on the wall.
They were cold, rotten, stiff, and bore all kinds of gruesome deaths that sent chills down one's spine.
However, Yang Jian had long grown accustomed to such things. He felt no discomfort as he stared at the corpses right before him, as though he were standing