Seeing that the walls on both sides of the passage in front of him were densely covered with bloody palm prints, Yang Jian, who was carrying the body, hesitated because of this.
"Is the ghost in room 82 coming out? Is it because of me, or is the ghost just wandering out?"
He thought about retreating and temporarily avoiding the bloody handprints that kept appearing, but Yang Jian was worried that he would encounter unknown dangers if he continued to go deeper, so he did not take action immediately, but was making decisions.
soon.
Yang Jian, who was carrying the body, chose to face the bloody handprints that were coming over him.
There is no point in retreating, it will waste time, and if you go forward, you may not be attacked. If you retreat and take a detour, you may lose your way, and you may even encounter dangers more terrifying than this bloody hand.
"I don't believe this thing can really kill me."
Yang Jian walked quickly, trying to pass directly through the corridor covered with bloody palm prints, without fear that this was suspected to be the ghost in Room 82.
This kind of tough-minded approach would have been impossible for him before.
But the curse of the music box gave him the courage and courage, allowing him to make many mistakes during this period without losing his life.
Yang Jian started to turn back and immediately passed by the strange bloody palm prints on the wall.
Something obviously feels wrong around me.
Although he couldn't see where the real ghost was, Yang Jian could feel that the corridor was colder than before, and there was an indescribable creepy feeling all over his body. It seemed that there were many hidden ghosts in this corridor.
Weird eyes were staring at him, but he was passing by under the gaze of some kind of ghost.
Yang Jian's ghost eyes didn't look around because he was afraid that he would see something he shouldn't and be affected.
Since you have decided to turn back along the original route, you don’t need to think about anything.
soon.
He passed the door of room 82 again.
This time Yang Jian glanced inside again with a cold face.
The situation in the room was a little different from before. The red palm prints on the walls and roof disappeared. It seemed that all of them had gone outside, which made the originally scary room return to a bit of normality.
He didn't stop for long, he just sped up his action.
Due to the influence of the shroud, Yang Jian was unable to use the ghost realm to transfer directly, so the efficiency of his actions was slightly affected, but he was still very fast. This heavy corpse had no impact on him. After all, this was not
Ghosts like Fang Shiming lying behind have no supernatural powers.
However, Yang Jian moved quickly, and the bloody handprints on the wall behind him actually followed him.
These bloody handprints unexpectedly changed direction and no longer spread to the previous place. Instead, they continued to follow Yang Jian. Such incomprehensible blood-red handprints began to appear again on the surrounding walls.
The ghost seemed to be following him all the way, and he identified Yang Jian.
"Catching me?"
Yang Jian didn't look back, but he could see clearly.
But he ignored it and didn't even have the slightest fear. He was already prepared in his heart.
Continue quickly back along the original path.
The numbers on the surrounding door numbers are also shrinking, from the previous number 82, to the number 60, and then to the number 50.
He was pretty lucky along the way. Apart from the ghost that followed him, Yang Jian didn't encounter any other strange situations. Moreover, he was getting closer and closer to the exit. After a while, he came to No. 31 again.
near the room.
"Go forward three more intersections and you can leave here."
Yang Jian's body was as cold as a walking corpse, but his pale and bloodless face showed a bit of solemnity.
Ghost Eyes glanced back.
The bloody handprints on the wall behind him were still densely covered with blood. He had followed him all the way from Room 82 to here, and it seemed like he had no intention of giving up.
"You didn't attack me, you just followed me? Or is my current state not in line with this ghost's killing pattern? After all, I am considered a dead person now, but this is not the way to go. I have to get rid of this thing.
After all, it’s not a good thing to be stared at by a ghost of unknown level.”
Yang Jian was thinking as he hurried on.
soon.
He came to the corridor of Room 1, and there was an exit just ahead.
At this time Yang Jian stopped.
"I can't let this ghost follow me out of here like this. I must keep it here. If the ghost leaves the Caesar Hotel, it might cause another large-scale supernatural incident." Yang Jian put down the resistance on his shoulders.
The corpse of a tall man.
Maybe it's because he didn't continue walking.
The bloody palm prints on the wall behind him spread to about three meters away from him and then stopped.
But this stop was not complete, there were still red palm prints slowly approaching.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly. He looked down at the corpse lying on the ground, and his eyes focused on the rusty hatchet hand.
Without thinking much, he grabbed the hatchet with another gloved hand.
Nothing unusual happened through the gold gloves, but this was normal.
The hand of the tall man's corpse was tightly grasped, and the strange hatchet seemed to be embedded in it. Yang Jian used a lot of force but could not take it off. He tried to use force again, and even tried to pry it off, but all failed.
.
"Can't take it off?"
Yang Jian frowned. He felt that this thing could not be removed with brute force. After all, it was a supernatural thing and it was not as simple as imagined.
"Ghost hands may work, but I don't know if I will be attacked again."
He looked at his other pale and stiff palm.
Although he was afraid that what happened just now would happen again, Yang Jian wanted to take away the hatchet, so he should try it at this time.
Immediately.
Yang Jian changed his hand, and this time he used his ghost hand to directly touch the strange hatchet.
next moment.
The tall male corpse wrapped in the shroud actually began to struggle violently. It seemed that his contact triggered the ghost's killing pattern. The ghost was about to attack him again, but because of the suppression of the shroud, the ghost was able to
There was no way to act, so this was the violent reaction.
Bang!
The strange hatchet actually broke away from the male corpse's hand at this time and fell to the ground. Yang Jian didn't even try hard to pull it out.
"Took it down?"
His face was solemn, he hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his ghostly hand to pick up the hatchet and held the handle.
this moment.
The rusty hatchet in the hands of the tall male corpse changed hands.
The violently struggling corpse also regained its composure at this moment and stopped moving.
"There is no special feeling, everything is still normal." Yang Jian felt it, but there was nothing abnormal.
"Is it because it hasn't been used yet? So the weirdness of this hatchet hasn't been revealed yet. If that's the case, then I have to try...stepping on footprints?"
"No, this shouldn't be right. Trampling on footprints is the law of killing, not necessary. Because I am a human being, but I ignore this law, so stepping on footprints should be just a medium."
"If it's a media, then you don't need to leave any footprints."
Yang Jian looked at the bloody palm prints on the wall next to him, his expression moved slightly, and he made an attempt. He stretched out his hand, and his palm covered the bloody palm prints on the wall next to him.
Covering footprints and covering palm prints are the same.
If I guess correctly, this method should exist as a medium.
When Yang Jian held the rusty hatchet in his hand and covered the bloody palm prints on the wall with his other hand, it seemed that the medium was triggered as he had guessed, and at the same time, the scene in front of him changed horribly.
It seemed like a hallucination occurred, or he saw the source of the palm print through a medium.
Countless "people" appeared in the originally empty passage in the blink of an eye.
These people can no longer be called human beings. They are men and women, of different ages. They exude the smell of decay. Some of their faces are blue, like corpses that have been left for a long time. Some of them are black, as if they are rotting.
The skin keeps falling off.
In addition, the clothes of these people are all different. Some are modern, some are from ten years ago, and some are from the Republic of China...
But these various people all have one thing in common.
None of them had eyes, and the eyeballs in their eye sockets seemed to have rotted away, leaving only a hollow and black outline. They could not see the road ahead clearly, so each of them stretched out a palm and pressed it against the wall.
The palms were dripping with blood, leaving clear palm prints.
This is the origin of the bloody palm prints on the wall.
And at this moment.
Yang Jian turned around and looked at the hand he had just pressed against the wall. He pressed it on one of the bloody palms, which was bone-chilling and horrifying.
Even though he had experienced many supernatural events, his scalp was numb when he saw this scene.
But what frightened him even more was that, seemingly because he came into contact with the bloody palm prints, countless people in the passage raised their heads, looked at him with their empty eye sockets, and then all stretched out their hands.
Another hand stained with blood seemed to catch Yang Jian and turn Yang Jian into one of them.
This is a terrible ghost curse that can turn living people into part of the curse and increase the number of bloody palm prints.
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and his other ghost hand holding the hatchet hurriedly raised it and chopped down the arm closest to him.
To outsiders, this action looked like he was chopping the air, because there was nothing in front of him for him to chop, just like what the rotting male corpse at his feet did originally.
Only now did Yang Jian understand the meaning of this action of cutting the air.
The rusty hatchet in his hand was strangely sharp at this moment. He just casually slashed through the air, and the blood-stained arm in front of him was cut off immediately.
In addition, other "people" also seemed to have been attacked, and their arms were all disconnected at the same time.
The densely packed blood-stained palm prints on the wall began to dissipate rapidly. The dissipation speed was very fast, extending all the way to the depths of the passage, all the way to the original room 82.
"boom!"
The open door of room 82 was slammed shut at this moment. The door light next to the door flickered several times, and the light was dim and almost extinguished.