Dim Lamp

Seeing the walls on both sides of the passage covered with countless bloody handprints, Yang Jian, carrying the corpse, hesitated.

Is the ghost in room 82 coming out? Is it because of me, or is the ghost simply wandering around?

He considered retreating to temporarily avoid the constantly appearing bloody handprints, but Yang Jian was also worried about what unknown dangers he might encounter if he continued to go deeper. So he did not act immediately, but instead made a decision.

Soon.

Carrying the corpse, Yang Jian chose to grit his teeth and face the ever-approaching bloody handprints.

Retreating is pointless and a waste of time. Moreover, going straight ahead doesn't guarantee an attack. If we retreat and take a detour, we might lose our way or even encounter dangers more terrifying than the bloody hand.

"I refuse to believe this thing can actually kill me."

Yang Jian walked quickly, attempting to pass directly through the corridor covered with bloody handprints, unafraid of what he suspected was the ghost in room 82.

He would never have done something so stubborn before.

But the music box's curse gave him courage and boldness, allowing him to make mistakes multiple times during this period without losing his life.

As Yang Jian turned back, he immediately passed by the strange blood-red handprint on the wall.

Something was definitely wrong with what was happening around me.

Although he couldn't see where the real ghost was, Yang Jian could feel that the passageway was even colder than before, and he had an indescribable chill all over his body. It was as if there were many hidden and eerie eyes staring at him in the passageway, and he was forcibly passing through under the gaze of some kind of ghost.

Yang Jian didn't look around carelessly with his Ghost Eye, because he was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't and being influenced by it.

Since we've decided to turn back along the same route, there's no need to think about anything else.

Soon.

He passed by the door of room 82 again.

This time, Yang Jian still glanced inside with a cold expression.

The situation in the room was somewhat different from before. The blood-red handprints on the walls and ceiling had disappeared, as if they had all run outside, making the previously eerie room somewhat normal again.

Without lingering, he simply quickened his pace.

Because of the shroud's effect, Yang Jian couldn't use the Ghost Domain to teleport directly, so his efficiency was slightly affected. However, he was still very fast. The heavy corpse had no effect on him. After all, it wasn't a ghost like Fang Shiming that lurked on his back and didn't have any supernatural abilities.

However, Yang Jian's actions were swift, as the bloody handprints on the wall behind him followed.

These bloody handprints changed direction, no longer spreading back to where they were before, but instead continuing to follow Yang Jian. These incomprehensible blood-red handprints began to appear again on the surrounding walls.

The ghost seemed to be following them all the way, and had its sights set on Yang Jian.

"They've caught up?"

Yang Jian didn't turn around, but he saw everything clearly.

However, he ignored it and showed no fear whatsoever; he was already prepared.

Continue quickly back along the same route.

The numbers on the surrounding apartment doors kept shrinking, from number 82 to number 60, and then to number 50.

He was lucky along the way; apart from the ghost following him, Yang Jian didn't encounter any other strange situations. Moreover, he was getting closer and closer to the exit, and in just a short while, he was back near room 31.

"You can leave this place after going through three more intersections."

Yang Jian's body was ice-cold, like a walking corpse, his pale face revealing a hint of solemnity.

Ghost Eye glanced back.

The bloody handprints on the wall behind me were still densely packed, indicating that they had followed me all the way from room 82, and it seemed they had no intention of giving up.

"It didn't attack me, it's just following me? Or is my current state not in line with this ghost's killing patterns? After all, I'm practically a dead man now, but this can't go on. I have to get rid of this thing. Being constantly watched by an unknown level ghost isn't a good thing."

Yang Jian pondered as he traveled.

Soon.

He arrived at the corridor leading to room number one; the exit was just ahead.

At this moment, Yang Jian stopped.

"I can't let this ghost leave with me like this. I have to leave it here. What if it leaves the Caesar Hotel and causes another major paranormal event?" Yang Jian put down the tall male corpse he was carrying on his shoulder.

Perhaps it was because he didn't continue walking.

The bloody handprint on the wall behind him stopped about three meters away.

However, this stop was not complete; a red handprint was still slowly approaching.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. He looked down at the corpse lying on the ground, his gaze focusing on the rusty machete in the hand.

Without thinking twice, he grabbed the machete with his other gloved hand.

Nothing unusual happened through the gold gloves, which is normal.

The tall male corpse's hand was gripping tightly, and the eerie woodcutter's knife seemed to be embedded in it. Yang Jian tried with great force but couldn't remove it. He tried again, even attempting to pry it off by force, but all his efforts failed.

"Can't get it?"

Yang Jian frowned. He felt that this thing couldn't be taken down by brute force. After all, it was a supernatural object, not as simple as he had imagined.

"The Ghost Hand might work, but I don't know if I'll be attacked again."

He looked at his other, pale, stiff hand.

Although he was afraid that what had just happened would happen again, Yang Jian wanted to take the wood-chopping knife, and he should try it now.

Immediately.

Yang Jian switched hands, this time using his ghostly hand to directly touch the eerie wood-chopping knife.

The next moment.

The tall male corpse wrapped in the shroud began to struggle violently. It seemed that his contact had triggered the ghost's killing instinct, and the ghost was about to attack him again. However, because of the shroud's restraint, the ghost was unable to move, which caused this violent reaction.

Clang!

Strangely, the wood-chopping knife slipped from the male corpse's hand and fell to the ground; Yang Jian didn't even bother to pull it out.

"You got it?"

His expression was solemn. After hesitating for a moment, he still reached out his ghostly hand, picked up the wood-chopping knife, and gripped the handle.

This moment.

The rusty machete in the tall male corpse's hand has changed hands.

The violently struggling corpse also calmed down at this moment and stopped moving.

"I don't feel anything special, everything is still normal." Yang Jian checked himself, but found nothing unusual.

"Is it because it hasn't been used yet? That's why the strangeness of this woodcutter's knife hasn't manifested. In that case, I'll have to try it. Stepping on footprints?"

"No, that can't be right. Footprints are a rule of murder, not a necessity, because I am human. But ignoring this rule means that footprints should just be a medium."

"If it's a medium, then leaving footprints isn't necessary."

Yang Jian looked at the bloody handprint on the wall next to him, his expression shifting slightly. He made a trial, reaching out and placing his palm over the bloody handprint on the wall.

Covering up footprints and covering up handprints are the same thing.

If I'm not mistaken, this method should be able to exist as a medium.

When Yang Jian, holding a rusty woodcutter's knife, covered the bloody handprint on the wall with his other hand, as he had guessed, the medium was triggered, and the scene before him underwent a terrifying change.

It was as if he were hallucinating, or perhaps he saw the source of the handprint through a medium.

The once empty passageway was suddenly filled with countless "people".

These people could no longer be called human beings. They were men and women of varying ages, and they reeked of decay. Some had bluish faces, like corpses that had been lying around for a long time, while others had black faces, seemingly rotting, with their skin constantly peeling off.

Besides, these people's clothing and accessories were all different; some were modern, some were from ten years ago, and some were from the Republican Era.

But these diverse people all have one thing in common.

They had no eyes; the eyeballs inside their sockets seemed to have rotted away, leaving only empty, dark outlines. They couldn't see the road ahead at all, so each of them stretched out a palm and pressed it against the wall, their palms dripping with blood and leaving clear handprints.

This is the origin of the bloody handprint on the wall.

And at this moment.

Yang Jian turned to look at his hand, which had been pressed against the wall, and found it now pressed against one of the bloodied palms, icy cold and terrifying.

Even after experiencing numerous supernatural events, he still felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this scene.

But what terrified him even more was that, seemingly because he had touched the blood-red handprint, countless people in the passage raised their heads, staring at him with their empty eye sockets, and then stretched out another blood-stained hand, as if to grab Yang Jian and turn Yang Jian into one of them.

This is a terrifying curse from a vengeful spirit that can turn living people into part of the curse and increase the number of blood-red handprints.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly raised his other hand, which was holding a wood-chopping knife, and chopped down at the arm closest to him.

To outsiders, this action appears as if he's chopping at thin air, because there's nothing in front of him to chop at, just like what the rotting male corpse at his feet did back then.

Only now did Yang Jian understand the true meaning of this action of cutting the air.

The rusty machete in his hand was strangely sharp at this moment. With just a casual swipe through the air, the blood-stained arm reaching for his hand was severed.

In addition, the other "people" also seemed to have been attacked, and their arms were also severed at the same time.

The dense, bloodstained handprints on the wall began to disappear rapidly, extending all the way into the depths of the passage, all the way to the original room 82.

"Bang!"

The open door to room 82 slammed shut in an instant, the vent light beside the door flickered several times, and the light dimmed to almost go out.

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