Inside and outside the old house, Li Jun and Wang Chaling's operations continued.
Meanwhile, in the first-floor lobby of Ning'an Building in Dadong City, Yang Jian was still leading his team as they considered how to deal with the supernatural incident codenamed Red Wooden Bench.
At that moment.
The empty first-floor lobby was filled with rows of long red wooden benches. A bizarre corpse sat atop each bench. These bodies seemed to have died only recently, yet their complexions were strange—either bruised black and blue, twisted and flushed red, or frozen in rigid expressions of terror.
They were all ordinary people who had triggered the ghost's killing rule and died in the building.
But whether they were still human now was hard to say.
At this moment.
Ghost Child, dressed in a dead person's burial clothes and barefoot, ran straight toward the entrance of the lobby. It passed through the first red wooden bench blocking its path.
The corpse sitting on the bench seemed completely indifferent and showed no reaction whatsoever.
Ghost Child continued forward.
It weaved through the red benches, searching for gaps between them.
"Is it deliberately avoiding contact with those red wooden benches?" Yang Jian observed the situation and discovered that even something like Ghost Child was actively avoiding the benches.
That showed the benches were dangerous, and extremely so.
His previous decision to deliberately endure the ghost's attack had indeed been reckless. If he had not become an anomaly this time, he would probably have gotten himself killed.
The farther Ghost Child ran, the slower it became.
Because fewer and fewer gaps remained for it to pass through. By the time it neared the entrance, Ghost Child had stopped completely.
Ghost Child stood there without moving, as if frozen stiff.
Because there was no path ahead.