Carrying the Red Coffin, they walked along the yellow dirt path.
It was as if everyone lost in this old forest had encountered an unimaginable supernatural horror. The old woman who had gotten off the supernatural bus appeared, standing on the path ahead and blocking everyone's way forward.
There was no possibility of taking a detour.
The old forest lay on both sides. Once they entered it, they would have no way of getting back out.
Zhou Deng had experienced it firsthand before, so everyone understood the situation.
Moreover, there were no other forks in this yellow dirt path, nor was there any room to go around.
The dim flashlight beam shone on the lifeless old woman. Even from a considerable distance, they could feel the unease and terror rising from the depths of their hearts.
They had seen this ghost before.
It was suspected to be the owner of Room 301 in Dachuan City. It had nearly erased Yang Jian from reality. However, the old woman they had seen then had been a corpse lying dead in bed for a long time, already giving off the stench of decay. The old woman before them had not deteriorated that badly yet. Like the old man in the old house, she had only recently died.
"W-what do we do?" Yang Xiaohua panicked. She looked at Yang Jian in terror, not daring to take another step forward.
"That old woman again?"
Yang Jian's expression darkened. "So this thing really did make it to the old house. I hadn't been able to find it these past few days, but I never expected it to show up here. There's only one road here. If we don't find a way to deal with it, we won't be able to carry this coffin over and bury