Yang Jian felt that staying in the corridor all night was not safe either. The ghost he had repelled earlier might reappear, and the post office itself was prone to all sorts of strange paranormal phenomena at night.
But with the room lights on, they could not approach. Otherwise, the ghosts would be drawn to the light.
After circling around, his gaze finally settled on Room 404.
Room 404 had no door. It had likely been smashed apart by the ghost that used its head to ram things. The inside was pitch-black, with no lights on.
But the ghost that had been smashing its head into the wall had already entered Room 402.
That room should therefore be safe for the moment.
"Follow me before the last of the ghost candle's flame goes out." Yang Jian acted decisively, without wasting a moment, and headed straight for that room.
No one dared delay when they saw this. They hurried after him, afraid of being left behind.
Yang Jian did not turn back. Instead, he planned to make a circuit to Room 404, because going back would mean passing Room 402, where several ghosts were lingering. Being noticed by them would only bring more trouble.
The corridor was not long. Even taking a detour would not take much time.
The ghost candle was still burning.
Without paranormal interference, this ghost candle could burn for a long time, perhaps even longer than an ordinary candle.
The green flame flickered as everyone advanced cautiously.
They had assumed this short stretch would go smoothly and that they would not encounter any more danger.
But suddenly, Old Eagle at the back of the group spoke. "Yang Jian, I think there's an extra set of footsteps behind me. I think something is following me."
"What?"
Liu Qingqing,