The most terrifying moment is never when the ghosts appear.
In the deserted and pitch-black corridor, the green light refracted from shattered glass, the disordered wires, the dim reddish bloodstains revealed, and those slow yet heavy footsteps.
Only then does the terror reach its zenith.
Actually, if it were just another beating, Zhang Suohao wouldn't have been scared anymore. He would maneuver, think, and figure out a way to escape his predicament.
But now, in Zhang Suohao's heart, filled with terror and dread, only one word remained.
Run.
Run for his life.
Without the slightest hesitation, after hurriedly wrapping a white cloth around himself, Zhang Suohao smashed the screen behind him and, like a mad dog, scrambled on hands and knees to open the window and jump out.
Run! Keep running!
