The woman's voice circulated around their ears, and it made them panic. The harder they tried to ignore it, the sharper the sound became, as their brains tried to figure out what the female voice was saying. Bloody handprints appeared on the wall. The street that Chen Ge's group was going down seemed to have been the setting for one heavy tragedy before this.
"Don't listen to it! Move!" Chen Ge felt something was chasing after them. With his trusty hammer in hand, he stood at the back of the group, carrying the backpack. These tortured souls did not want to be tormented by the female ghost anymore, and this was their only chance to escape her control.
Invisible rain seemed to fall from the sky, and there was moisture in the air. A light smell of blood touched their nostrils as the street turned complicated. The woman slowly approached, and her voice changed; it overlapped with a voice in their memory. She called after them like family calling them home.
