It was not yet 6:35 p.m. on the fourth floor of the Ghost Post Office.
Only a little over half an hour had passed since the lights went out, yet the supposedly safe Room 402 had already been invaded by the supernatural. And there was more than one sign of a terrifying ghostly intrusion: the restroom, the bedroom, and the corpse hanging in midair by the front door. That made three places in total.
At this dangerous moment, Yang Jian did not choose to remain in the room and confront the approaching ghosts. Instead, he proactively opened the door and walked out.
Yang Jian abandoned the seemingly safe room. Not only that, he brought Li Yang and the others out with him.
Even Liu Qingqing and Old Eagle ultimately chose to trust Yang Jian and followed him out.
The corridor outside was pitch-black.
At the same time, hurried footsteps came from another direction.
The footsteps were heavy, as if someone was running swiftly toward them from that side. The sound was chilling, because it was impossible for any living person to still be lingering in this dark corridor.
Another ghost was drawing closer.
Yang Jian peered with his Ghost Eye. He could hear the footsteps, but he could not see the ghost itself.
Yet he could clearly see a trail of footprints left on the ground. The prints were stained with mud and exceptionally distinct; even their tread patterns could be seen.
"Go this way." Yang Jian did not want to approach the rapidly advancing muddy footprints and instead chose to head in the other direction.
Hearing his voice, Li Yang followed behind. He could not see the surroundings and could only hear Yang Jian ahead of him, along with an unshakable glimmer of red in the darkness.
That red