Looking at the walls on both sides of the passage in front of him densely covered with blood-colored palm prints, Yang Jian, who was carrying the corpse, hesitated at this time.

"Is the ghost in room 82 suspiciously coming out? is it because of my relationship, or is it just wandering out?"

He wanted to retreat and temporarily avoid the bloody handprints that kept appearing, but Yang Jian was worried that he would encounter some unknown danger if he continued to go deeper, so he didn't act at the first time, but made a decision.

Soon.

Yang Jian, who was carrying the corpse, chose to face the bloody handprints that were constantly coming.

There is no point in backing down, it is a waste of time, and if you go head-on, you will not necessarily be attacked, and if you go back and take a detour, you may lose your way, and even encounter a more terrible danger than this bloody hand.

"I don't believe this thing can kill me. ”

Yang Jian walked quickly, directly trying to pass directly through the corridor covered with blood-colored palm prints, not afraid that this was suspected to be a ghost in room 82.

This kind of head iron practice was impossible for him before.

But the curse of the music box gave him the courage and audacity to allow him to make multiple mistakes without losing his life during this time now.

Yang Jian began to turn back, and immediately passed by the strange blood-colored palm prints on the wall.

The feeling around me was clearly wrong.

Although he couldn't see where the real ghost was, Yang Jian could feel that this aisle was even colder than before, and there was an indescribable creepy feeling all over his body, as if there were many pairs of vague and strange eyes staring at him in this aisle, and he was forced to pass through under the gaze of some kind of ghost.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes didn't look at it, because he was afraid that he would see something that shouldn't be seen and be affected.

Now that you've decided to go back the way you came, you don't need to think about anything.

Soon.

He passed by the door of room 82 again.

This time, Yang Jian still glanced inside with a cold face.

The situation in the room was a little different from just now, the walls inside, the red palm prints on the roof disappeared, and it seemed that all of them had run outside, which made the originally somewhat frightening room return to a little normal.

Without staying long, he just sped up his actions.

Because of the influence of the shroud, Yang Jian had no way to use the ghost domain to transfer directly, so the efficiency of his actions was slightly affected, but he was still very fast, and this heavy corpse had no effect on him, after all, this was not Fang Shiming's kind of ghost lying behind his back, and he had no supernatural ability.

However, Yang Jian's actions soon followed, and the blood-colored handprints on the wall behind him followed.

These bloody handprints actually changed direction, no longer spreading to the place just now, but continued to follow behind Yang Jian, and the surrounding walls began to appear again with this incomprehensible blood-red palm print.

The ghost seemed to be following all the way and identified Yang Jian.

"Chased over?"

Yang Jian didn't look back, but he also saw it clearly.

But he ignored it, not even the slightest fear, he was ready in his heart.

Continue back the way you started.

The numbers on the surrounding door numbers are also shrinking, from the previous number 82, to number 60, and then to number 50.

Halfway through, his luck was okay, except for the ghost that followed behind him, Yang Jian didn't encounter any other strange situations, and he was getting closer and closer to the exit, and it didn't take long for him to come to the vicinity of room 31 again.

"Three more intersections ahead of you can get out of here. ”

Yang Jian's body was cold, like a walking corpse, but his pale face without a trace of blood revealed a bit of solemnity.

Ghost Eye glanced back.

The bloody handprints on the wall behind him were still dense, and he hadn't given up yet, following him all the way from room 82 to here, and it seemed that he didn't intend to give up.

"Didn't attack me, just followed me?Or does my current state not conform to this ghost's killing rules? After all, I'm a dead man now, but it's not a way to go on like this, 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 thought as he hurried.

Soon.

He came to the hallway of room one, and there was an exit ahead of him.

At this time, Yang Jian stopped.

"I can't let this ghost leave here with me like this, I have to leave it in this place, in case the ghost leaves the Caesar Hotel, maybe there will be a big supernatural incident. Yang Jian put down the tall male corpse on his shoulder.

Maybe it's because he didn't keep walking.

The blood-colored palm prints on the wall behind him stopped again as they spread to about three meters or so of him.

However, this stop is not complete, and there are 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 wood knife hand.

Without thinking much about it, he directly grabbed the wood knife with another gloved hand.

Through the gold gloves, nothing out of the ordinary happened, but it was normal.

The hand of the tall male corpse was very tight, and the strange firewood knife seemed to be embedded in it, Yang Jian used a lot of strength to take it off, he tried to force it again, and even tried to pry it off forcibly, but failed.

"Can't take it off?"

Yang Jian frowned, he felt that this thing couldn't be taken down by brute force, after all, it was a supernatural thing, not as simple as he imagined.

"The ghost hand may do, but I don't know if I'll be attacked again. ”

He looked at his other white, stiff palm.

Although he was afraid that what happened just now would happen again, Yang Jian wanted to take away the firewood knife, and he should try it at this time.

Immediately.

Yang Jian changed one hand, and this time he used his ghost hand to directly touch the strange firewood knife.

The next moment.

The tall male corpse wrapped in the shroud began to struggle violently, as if his contact triggered the ghost's killing law, and the ghost was about to attack him again, but because of the suppression of the shroud, the ghost had no way to act, so it caused this violent reaction.

Bang dang!

The strange firewood knife broke away from the hand of the male corpse at this time and fell to the ground, and Yang Jian didn't even pull it out hard.

"Take it down?"

His face was solemn, and he hesitated, but he still stretched out his ghost hand to pick up the firewood knife and hold the handle.

This moment.

The rusty wood knife in the hands of the tall male corpse has changed hands.

The violently struggling corpse also regained its composure at this moment and no longer moved.

"Nothing special, everything is still normal. Yang Jian felt it, but there was nothing abnormal.

"Is it because I haven't used it yet? So the weirdness of this hatchet hasn't been revealed yet, so in that case, I'll have to try it...... Stepping on footprints?"

"No, this shouldn't be right, stepping on footprints is the law of killing, not necessary, because I am a human being, but ignoring this law, so stepping on footprints should only be a medium. ”

"If it's a medium, then you don't need to step on a footprint. ”

Yang Jian looked at the blood-colored palm print 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 top of the blood-colored palm print on the wall next to him.

Covering footprints, and covering palm prints, it's the same.

If I'm not mistaken, this method should be able to exist as a medium.

When Yang Jian held a rusty kitchen knife in his hand and covered the blood-colored palm print on the wall with his other hand, it was as if the medium had triggered as he had speculated, and the scene in front of him changed terribly.

It was as if he was hallucinating, or maybe he had seen the source of the palm print through the medium.

In the originally empty passage, countless "people" emerged in the blink of an eye.

These people can no longer be called human beings at all, they are men and women, of all ages, they exude the smell of decay, some of their faces are blue, like corpses that have been placed for a long time, some of them are black, as if they are rotting, and their skin is constantly falling off.

In addition, the clothes of these people are different, some are modern, some are ten years ago, and some are from the Republic of China......

But all these people have one thing in common.

None of them had eyes, and the eyeballs in their sockets seemed to have rotted, leaving only a hollow and blackened outline, and they couldn't see the road ahead clearly, so each of them stretched out a palm and stuck it against the wall, and the palm was dripping with blood, leaving a clear palm print.

This is where the blood-colored palm prints on the walls come from.

And at the moment.

Yang Jian turned to see that the hand he had just pasted on the wall was pressed against one of the blood-drenched palms, cold to the bone, and extremely terrifying.

Even if he has experienced many supernatural events, he can't help but feel numb when he sees this scene.

But what made him feel even more terrifying was that it seemed that because he had come into contact with the blood-colored palm prints, the countless people in the passage raised their heads and looked at him with their empty eyes, and then they all stretched out another blood-stained palm, as if they wanted to catch Yang Jian and turn Yang Jian into one of them.

It is a terrifying ghostly curse that turns living people into part of the curse and increases the number of blood-colored palm prints.

Yang Jian's eyes shrank, and his other ghost hand holding a firewood knife hurriedly raised it and slashed down on the arm closest to him.

This action looked like it was slashing the air to outsiders, because there was nothing in front of him for him to chop, just like the rotting male corpse under his feet had done.

Only now did Yang Jian understand what the meaning of this action of chopping the air was.

The rusty firewood knife in his hand was a little sharp at this moment, and it just slashed through the air at random, and the blood-stained arm that stretched out to his palm in front of him was directly broken.

In addition, the other "people" also seemed to have been attacked, and their arms were also broken at the same time.

The dense blood-stained palm prints on the walls began to dissipate rapidly, and this dissipation was very fast, extending all the way to the depths of the passage, all the way to the original room 82.

"Bang!"

The open door of room 82 slammed shut at this moment, and the door light next to the door flickered several times, and the light was so dim that it was almost extinguished.