The moment the ghostly restriction was lifted, Chen Mo and Old Zhang both felt an inexplicable sense of palpitation!
Though unaware of what had happened, Chen Mo had a very bad feeling, as if an omnipresent, sinister pair of eyes was constantly spying on him.
It wasn’t just Chen Mo; Old Zhang, hiding in the morgue, also experienced this eerie sensation. Concealed under one of the mortuary beds, he gripped his flashlight tightly, staring nervously at the door.
In his mind, he prayed: Don’t find me, don’t find me!
Despite his prayers, Old Zhang, as a veteran, knew deep down that being found by the ghost was only a matter of time.
Unfortunately, only two participants remained in this story. For them, the odds of being discovered first were fifty-fifty. Even so, Old Zhang hoped he wouldn’t be the one tracked down first.
“Too bad the other is a newcomer with no means of self-defense. Otherwise, they could buy some time,” Old Zhang thought regretfully.
But just then, a faint sound seemed to echo in his ears.
Thump, thump.
Like something dragging slowly across the floor.
Old Zhang’s face instantly turned pale.
Damn! That thing is coming!
If the perspective were pulled back to the corridor, one could see a pair of bare feet floating in the air, slowly moving toward the morgue door. Though the female ghost hovered, it still produced a thumping sound.
Thump, thump, like a death knell.
Old Zhang, hiding under the mortuary bed, was drenched in cold sweat, tense to the breaking point.
He only hoped the ghost would be confused by the morgue’s deathly aura, as it had last time, and fail to detect his presence.
Thump, thump, unhurried, the footsteps drew closer until they reached the door.
At that moment, Old Zhang’s heart nearly leaped into his throat. Though he still had an item to resist supernatural forces, having survived three stories, he knew such items had very limited power against ghosts.
At most, they bought a few minutes.
Since the flashlight had already been used twice, Old Zhang was reluctant to waste its last charge unless absolutely necessary.
Creak… The morgue door was pushed open a crack by a gust of eerie wind, nearly making Old Zhang jump. Fortunately, the strange footsteps stopped at the morgue’s entrance, just like last time.
It hasn’t found me.
It hasn’t found me.
That was the only thought left in Old Zhang’s mind.
As if fate had heard his prayer, the eerie footsteps paused silently at the door, not resuming. Time trickled by in utter stillness.
Ten minutes later, with Old Zhang’s clothes soaked in cold sweat, the sound finally started again, but this time it moved away, fading into the distance.
That thing is finally gone!
Old Zhang let out a long sigh of relief, but also realized a problem.
This morgue had a fatal flaw: only one exit. If the ghost trapped him inside, there was no escape.
No, he couldn’t stay here anymore. Old Zhang glanced at his watch—less than twenty minutes until the task ended. He decided to change tactics, keep moving, and with one use left of the flashlight, he believed he could make it.
With that thought, Old Zhang regained confidence. Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, he crawled out from under the mortuary bed, carefully pushed the door open, and aimed the flashlight outward.
From past tasks, he’d heard other participants mention that ghosts, though emotionless, could be extremely cunning. They often pretended to leave to lure out hidden participants before killing them. So, as he pushed the door, Old Zhang was fully alert, on high guard for a sudden ghostly attack.
But the terrifying scene he imagined didn’t appear. Before him was only an empty corridor with flickering lights.
It seemed the ghost had indeed gone far.
Old Zhang relaxed, tucked the flashlight into his chest, and walked forward slowly. For the next twenty minutes, he planned to keep moving unpredictably.
But in his relief, Old Zhang didn’t notice a white ghostly figure floating above and behind him. It had been hiding atop the morgue door, so he hadn’t seen it when he pushed it open.
As Old Zhang walked ahead, the white ghost silently drifted down, sticking close to his back.
This time, Old Zhang didn’t take the elevator. Instead, he used the stairs to reach the first floor of the inpatient building, intending to find an open area to survey his surroundings.
Just then, the eerie thumping sound echoed again behind him, making his hair stand on end.
Because the sound was so close—right behind him!
In sheer terror, Old Zhang spun around. A face, bloody and mangled, with a deathly horrific expression, suddenly loomed before him.
Hee hee,
I’ve been
following you all along.
“Ahhh—!”
Old Zhang screamed in fright and reached into his chest for the flashlight. But the female ghost’s hands moved faster, swiftly finding his neck.
With a gentle twist, crack.
Like a mischievous girl roughly handling her toy.
She twisted Old Zhang’s head clean off.
Thud. The mysterious flashlight fell from his hand, landing beside his severed head, his eyes wide open in death.
After finishing this, the cruel female ghost stood up again.
“One more left.”
Her bare white feet floated lightly through the air, and in the blink of an eye, she drifted to the middle of the corridor.
If Chen Mo had seen this, he would have been stunned—the ghost’s true speed was so incredible it far exceeded human running limits.
And at this moment, there were still fifteen minutes until the task ended.