The gaunt ghostly shadow seemed to have become part of the Horror House.
It wandered within the Horror House like some sort of mechanism.
But even though Du Wei knew this, it did not make the current situation any better.
He was still locked outside, mired in darkness.
Blood kept seeping out.
Retreating was no longer possible.
Either open the door to face the Evil Spirits inside, or die outside the door.
It seemed like death was the only outcome either way.
This inescapable checkmate left him with no options.
Du Wei had not felt this way in a long time.
He looked coldly at the darkness behind him, then turned and took off his backpack.
The door could not be pushed open.
Perhaps a Flintlock Gun alone wouldn't be enough.
If so, might as well resort to something crude, like setting a fire and burning down the Wax Museum.
Where light shines, darkness does not exist.
And light is fire too!
