The Curse Unleashed Once More

Yang Jian's instincts told him that the ghost in Room 301—the one holding a doll and impossible to see properly—was terrifying.

That feeling had not arisen for no reason.

It was a sharp intuition forged through countless supernatural incidents.

So he chose to retreat without hesitation.

After leaving the letter behind, Yang Jian had already fled Room 301. He rushed down the stairs, putting as much distance between them as possible before leaving the building and arriving in Mingyue Residential Area.

Behind him.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Heavy footsteps echoed urgently and rapidly through the pitch-black stairwell behind him.

The commotion was immense, like a heavy corpse hopping along.

The ghost had followed him out of Room 301 and was chasing Yang Jian, ignoring Li Yi, Yang Xiaohua, and Liu Qingqing, the three living people closer to it.

No.

That was not right. The ghost had not seen the three of them at all.

They had not reversed their vision like Yang Jian had to spy on the ghost.

The ghost had only seen Yang Jian. In its eyes, Yang Jian was the only living person there; no one else existed.

"It really followed me."

Hearing the sounds behind him, Yang Jian's heart sank.

There was probably no point in continuing to run. The ghost holding the doll would not let him off so easily. Their earlier eye contact had likely triggered its killing pattern.

Unless something unexpected happened, the ghost would not stop moving.

"Either face the ghost's attack head-on, imprison it here, or drive it back. If I can't do any of that, I'll definitely die here."

He continued running, widening the distance.

He was not trying to escape, but to buy himself time to consider what to do next.

Yang Jian no longer had a substitute doll. He