The hotel couldn't possibly still have any living people; everyone knew that in their hearts.
Yet the clear sound of footsteps coming from just beyond the wall made one's heart sink involuntarily. Despite it still being broad daylight outside, with the sunlight even able to shine in, everything around bright and clear, this offered him not the slightest comfort.
Once that thing appeared, it killed without any sense of reason.
It was terrifying and strange, unpredictable.
"The footsteps are very close; it seems like they're heading this way."
Zong Shan listened against the wall again, confirming it with certainty.
The footsteps were heavy, devoid of any echo, carrying a deathly aura as they moved along the floor. In his mind, he could even picture a corpse wandering aimlessly in the dim corridor next door.
"Yang Jian's intel is accurate; there is indeed something terrifying wandering around in here. No wonder he suggested sealing off the entire hotel."
