An Ran? He called out, but there was no response. The corridor's incandescent light flickered with a cold, bluish gleam, dim and deeply eerie, unnervingly so.
The silence around was absolute, not a single human sound, making everything seem so bizarre.
"Xiao Jie... come this way..."
Who? Xiao Jie asked in surprise, this time he finally heard clearly. The voice seemed to be coming from a hospital room.
He drew out the sword he carried and followed the direction of the voice. The lights in the hospital room flickered dimly, leaving most of it in darkness. Chen Tianwen lay motionless on the hospital bed, his face devoid of color.
Xiao Jie cautiously surveyed his surroundings. Suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine, he spun around only to see a massive black shadow enveloping the entire hospital room. In the inky darkness, an even deeper black mass contorted into a twisted face.
This Monster had no fixed shape, like a swirling, twisted blot of ink, radiating a cold chill.
