The Terrifying Seven Rooms

The old second-floor corridor.

A frigid wind swept through the hallway, curling up the scraps of red letter paper scattered across the floor and sending them flying everywhere.

Each scrap of red paper now seemed as though a vicious ghost were attached to it. Every courier on the second floor instinctively avoided them, not even daring to touch them for fear of becoming tainted by some curse and dying an unnatural death.

There were quite a few seasoned people among the second-floor couriers.

Liu Mingxin was one of them. Ever since becoming a courier, he had delivered five letters in a row, encountering genuine supernatural incidents all five times.

And each one had been more terrifying than the last.

Under normal circumstances, he only needed to deliver one more letter to become a third-floor courier.

But unexpectedly, an accident had occurred.

The torn red letter would bring the most horrifying crisis to everyone on this floor.

A vicious ghost was coming.

The corridor lights flickered as a frigid presence enveloped the area. Everything around them seemed to grow dim, as though a thin black mist were gradually encroaching upon and covering the entire floor.

Most terrifying of all—

The doors to all seven rooms on this floor suddenly flew open at once with a tremendous bang.

Strange sounds seemed to come from some of the rooms.

"Why the hell did you do this? Are you really not afraid of death at all? If you want to die, go die by yourself. Why drag us down with you?" Liu Mingxin forced himself to remain calm as he loudly questioned Yang Jian.

"I should've shot you dead just now, so I wouldn't be killed by you."

"Where did this newcomer come from? Give me your address if you've got the guts. Believe