In the corridor.
Bai Yanliang clutched the shadowless lamp tightly and ran forward swiftly.
Gradually, the passageway became narrower and the ceiling lower.
It had begun...
Everything was becoming just as that Madman had described.
Next, it's... unable to turn around, and the breathing sounds coming from behind.
Soon, Bai Yanliang understood why turning around was impossible.
Because the walls of this dark corridor were so narrow that they pressed against his shoulders, and the height was so low that he had to crawl.
The claustrophobic space easily induced a feeling of asphyxiation and fear. At this moment, the sound of something scraping against the walls came from behind, its speed... terrifyingly fast!
The ghost was coming.
Bai Yanliang never believed that the ghost would let him uncover its secrets, so he had expected the chase.
He lay in the low passage that could no longer be called a corridor, desperately inching his body forward.
