"Shh… Step back, don't get close."

After hearing the homeless man's warning, Wu Liang still intended to go forward for a closer look, but he cautiously reached out his hand to stop him.

Because he also noticed the number was off.

Wu Liang had quite a bit of confidence in his observation skills; he could absolutely guarantee that before the homeless man spoke, there were really only ten people in the room!

Now, an extra person appeared out of thin air, and it seemed like none of the people inside noticed.

Approaching rashly now was clearly an unwise move.

He wasn't some savior hero; rather than fighting an evil dragon, he'd rather choose to survive.

"Go away! I said the hallway is dangerous! The door is already blocked! Go find another room to hide in!" The woman shrieked again.

She just wanted to quickly chase these two away now.

If that shadow approached again, they'd be doomed!

Whoosh—

At that moment, an eerie wind suddenly appeared in the enclosed room, and everyone shivered involuntarily.

The woman who was screaming earlier didn't even have time to tremble before she found the entire room inexplicably tilted, everyone was crouched upside-down on the ceiling and watching her with terrified eyes.

Eh? How strange? Why are they upside down?

What are they looking at?

She wanted to ask the people around her.

But no matter how she tried, she couldn't speak, and her vision grew increasingly blurry until it finally fell into darkness.

"Go!" Wu Liang suddenly shouted, dragging the homeless man as they started to flee toward the other end of the corridor.

As soon as he spoke, the room was filled with cries for help and screams like ghostly wails.

Because the woman's head had already rolled to the door; blood from her broken neck burst forth, splattering warm blood onto everyone's faces.

Then a second head fell, blood splattering again.

The third, fourth, fifth...

Just like the roll call in King Yama's book of life and death, heads rolled onto the floor one by one, painting the entire room in a strange black-red color.

"Run! The ghost is in!"

The remaining five people wanted to escape from this place of calamity!

But as they stood up to run to the door, they desperately found that the two tall bookshelves had completely sealed their only escape route.

Originally meant to prevent the ghost from entering the room, it now became the last straw breaking the camel's back.

Everyone's faces turned ashen.

Only to await the arrival of death.

The screams persisted, echoing like a symphony in the pitch-black, silent corridor.

The chilling cries made Wu Liang and the homeless man who were fleeing through the corridor feel a shiver run down their spines, as fear flashed uncontrollably in their eyes; each scream made them tremble uncontrollably.

Perhaps the homeless man didn't see clearly earlier, but Wu Liang saw it all!

The person standing behind the woman lifted a hand with a speed that was nearly a mere shadow, and then her head dropped to the floor like a ball, still bearing an expression of bewilderment at the moment of death.

She stared straight out the window at him, making Wu Liang's legs tremble.

"That speed is absolutely beyond human capability! Ghost! There's really a ghost!" Wu Liang screamed repeatedly in his mind.

The homeless man even wanted to turn back to save them, but Wu Liang, who was long used to training, proceeded to pull him forward with brute force.

Wu Liang lowly reprimanded, "Are you f***ing crazy?! That's not something humans can fight against!"

"I..." The homeless man wanted to say something.

But hearing the screams behind him, he ultimately didn't speak, choosing to follow Wu Liang and escape frantically.

The kid was right; returning wouldn't accomplish anything, it would only mean a pointless death.

But... those are human lives!

They were slaughtered like lambs to the slaughter; what on earth happened in the room?

Bang—

The homeless man's thoughts had long flown due to the screams and blood, his feet numbly pushing forward, blind to the fact that Wu Liang running ahead had already stopped.

He collided solidly.

Fortunately, the homeless man was frail, so he didn't knock Wu Liang down.

"Why did you stop..."

Rubbing his head, before he could finish speaking, cold sweat broke out when he saw a familiar black shadow standing in front of Wu Liang.

It hunched its back, gazing at the two of them.

Then slowly raised its right hand...

"Dodge!" Wu Liang saw the raised right hand and thought of the speed at which it beheaded the woman earlier.

His brain swiftly accelerated as he forcefully kicked the homeless man aside and fell backward in an attempt to evade the shadow's claw.

But the next second, that dried, skeletal ghost hand appeared right in front of him.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

In Wu Liang's terrified eyes, it slowly approached his forehead, and his body no longer seemed to respond, completely unable to avoid.

Too fast... even if the brain reacted, the body simply couldn't keep up!

"Done for!"

The thought of despair slowly emerged, and Wu Liang's mind started endlessly recalling the past as if death was a foregone conclusion—

Until he remembered that eerie [Ghost Compendium] in his mind.

Something he once mistook as delusions.

If… it were real, how great it would be?

With the information on fierce ghosts recorded inside, if he knew the black shadow's weakness, he certainly wouldn't be slaughtered!

But sadly, it's too late now.

Boom—

A loud noise exploded in Wu Liang's brain, and [Ghost Compendium] materialized from his forehead in his startling gaze.

The shadow's claw struck this seemingly shabby book precisely.

Then Wu Liang, along with [Ghost Compendium], was sent flying heavily, crashing against the wall several meters behind.

The intense impact made his head spin, his throat swelled with a metallic taste and he coughed out a lot of fresh blood.

"My head didn't fall off?"

At that moment, even extreme pain brought Wu Liang immense joy because feeling pain meant he wasn't dead!

The next moment, [Ghost Compendium] hovering in front of him started frantically flipping its pages, and when it stopped, a series of strange information appeared on it—

[Limbless Ghost]

[Habit: Hides in dark environments, his ghost hand causes any touched object to lose its limbs, loves collecting heads]

[Weakness: A strong light source will temporarily blind him, harsh daylight will obliterate him]

At this moment, Wu Liang's originally intense emotions slowly calmed down.

Given the situation, besides trusting the information on this [Ghost Compendium], there seemed no other choice.

Enduring excruciating pain, he reluctantly moved himself and pulled out his phone from his pocket.

"Hope the phone isn't broken..."

Not far away, the Limbless Ghost, puzzled why this kid's head hadn't fallen off, suddenly sensed a strong threat.

It hurriedly looked around in panic.

Only to find that this inexplicable threat came from the rookie who just survived by sheer luck.

What's happening?

This kid seems different from before?

Why couldn't it sense fear from him anymore?

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