Chapter 610 The dim light

Looking at the walls on both sides of the passage in front of him, Yang Jian, who was carrying the corpse, he hesitated because of this.

Is the ghost in Room 82 suspected to be coming out?Is it because of my relationship, or is it just wandering out?

He wanted to retreat and temporarily avoid the bloody handprints that kept appearing, but Yang Jian was worried that he would encounter some unknown dangers when he continued to go deeper, so he did not take action at the first time, but made a decision.

soon.

Yang Jian, carrying the corpse, chose to bite the bullet and face the bloody handprints that were constantly coming.

Retreat is meaningless, it will waste time, and you may not be attacked when you walk head-on. If you retreat and detour, you may lose your way and even encounter more terrible dangers than this bloody hand.

I don't believe this thing can really kill me.

Yang Jian walked quickly and tried to directly pass through the aisle covered with blood-colored palm prints. Wuyan was suspected to be the ghost in Room 82.

This kind of iron-headed approach would have been impossible for him before.

But the curse of the Music Box gave him courage and courage, allowing him to make multiple mistakes during this period of time without losing his life.

Yang Jian immediately passed the strange blood-colored palm print on the wall.

There was something obviously wrong around me.

Although he couldn't see where the real ghost was, Yang Jian could feel that the corridor was colder than before, and there was an indescribable creepy feeling all over his body. It seemed that there were many pairs of obscure and weird eyes staring at him in this corridor, while he was walking by under the gaze of some kind of ghost.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes did not look around because he was afraid that he would see any scenes that he should not have seen would be affected.

Since you have decided to turn back according to the same path, you don’t need to think about anything.

soon.

He passed by the door of Room 82 again.

This time, Yang Jian still glanced inside with a cold face.

The situation in the room was a little different from the moment before. The walls inside and the red palm prints on the roof disappeared, and it seemed that they all ran outside, which made the originally terrifying room return to a little normal.

Without stopping for a long time, he just accelerated his action.

Because of the influence of the shroud, Yang Jian could not use the ghost domain to directly transfer, so his action efficiency was slightly affected, but he was still very fast. This heavy corpse had no effect on him. After all, this was not a ghost like Fang Shiming who was lying behind him, and he had no supernatural abilities.

However, Yang Jian's actions soon followed the bloody handprints on the wall behind him.

These bloody handprints changed direction and no longer spread to the place they had just begun, but continued to follow Yang Jian. The surrounding walls began to appear again.

The ghost seemed to follow all the way and identified Yang Jian.

Chasing after it?

Yang Jian did not look back, but he could see clearly.

But he ignored it, not even at all afraid, and he was ready in his heart.

Continue to return quickly along the original path.

The numbers on the surrounding door numbers are also shrinking, from the previous number 82 to the 60th, and then to the 50th.

The luck was pretty good in the middle. Yang Jian did not encounter any other strange situations outside the ghost who came after him, and he was getting closer and closer to the exit. In just a short while, he came to the vicinity of Room 31 again.

Go ahead and pass three more intersections and you can leave here.

Yang Jian's body was cold, and it was like a walking corpse, with a pale face without a trace of blood.

Ghost Eyes glanced back.

The bloody handprints on the wall behind him were still dense, and he followed him all the way from Room 82, and he seemed to have no intention of giving up.

Didn't attack me, just follow me?Or is my current state not in line with the murder rules of this ghost?After all, I am already a dead person now, but it is not a solution to continue like this. I must get rid of this thing. After all, being stared at by an unknown ghost is not a good thing.

Yang Jian was thinking while rushing to the road.

soon.

He came to the aisle of Room 1 and was out of the exit when he moved forward.

At this time, Yang Jian stopped.

This ghost cannot be allowed to follow me away from here like this. It must be left here. If the ghost leaves the Caesar Hotel, maybe another large supernatural incident will occur.Yang Jian put down the tall male corpse that was resisting on his shoulder.

Perhaps because he did not continue walking.

The blood-colored palm prints on the wall behind him spread to about three meters and stopped again.

But this stop is not complete, and there are still red palm prints of the hand slowly approaching.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly. He looked down at the corpse lying on the ground, focusing on the rusty hatchet hand.

Without thinking too much, he directly grabbed the hatchet with another hand wearing gloves.

Nothing unusual happened through the gloves made of gold, but this is normal.

The tall male corpse grabbed the hand very tightly, and the strange hatchet seemed to be embedded on it. Yang Jian used a lot of effort but did not take it off. He tried to use force again, and even wanted to force it down, but all failed.

Can't get it down?

Yang Jian frowned. He felt that this thing could not be taken down with brute force. After all, it was a supernatural thing, not as simple as imagined.

Ghost Hand may do it, but I don’t know if I will be attacked again.

He looked at his other pale and stiff palm.

Although he was afraid that what happened just now would happen again, Yang Jian wanted to take away the hatchet, so he should try it at this time.

Immediately.

Yang Jian changed one hand, and this time he used his ghost hand to directly touch the strange hatchet.

The next moment.

The tall male corpse wrapped in a shroud began to struggle violently, as if his contact triggered the ghost's killing rules. The ghost was about to attack him again, but because of the shroud's suppression, the ghost had no way to act, which caused such a fierce reaction.

Bang!

The strange hatchet actually broke away from the male corpse's hand and fell to the ground. Yang Jian didn't even pull it out with force.

Take it down?

His face was solemn, hesitated for a moment, and still stretched out the ghost hand to pick up the hatchet and held the knife handle.

This moment.

The rusty hatchet in the tall man's corpse changed hands.

The corpse, which was struggling violently, returned to calm at this moment and no longer moved.

There was no special feeling, everything was still normal.Yang Jian felt it, but nothing unusual.

Is it because it has not been used yet?So the weirdness of this hatchet has not been reflected yet. If that is the case, then I have to try it... step on the footprints?

No, this should be wrong. Stepping on footprints is a killing rule, not a necessary one, because I am a human being, but I ignore this rule, so stepping on footprints should be just a medium.

If it is a medium, you don’t need to step on your footprints.

Yang Jian looked at the bloody palm prints on the wall next to him, and his expression moved slightly, and made an attempt. He stretched out his hand and covered the bloody palm prints on the wall next to him.

Covering footprints, and covering palm prints, are the same.

If you guessed correctly, this method should exist as a medium.

When Yang Jian held the rusty hatchet in his hand and covered the blood-colored palm print on the wall with his other hand, it seemed as if the medium was triggered as he had speculated, and at the same time the scene in front of him changed terrible.

It seemed like an illusion appeared, or he saw the source of the palm print through the medium.

In the blink of an eye, countless people emerged from the empty passage.

These people can no longer be called humans. They are of different ages and have a rotten smell all over their bodies. Some of their faces turn blue, like corpses that have been placed for a long time. Some of their faces turn black, as if they are rotting, and their skin is constantly falling.

In addition, the clothes and clothing of these people are different. Some are modern, some are ten years ago, and some are from the Republic of China period...

But these all kinds of people have one thing in common.

None of them had eyes, and the eyeballs inside the sockets seemed to have rotted, leaving only an empty and black outline, and they couldn't see the road ahead clearly, so each of them stretched out a palm and put it on the wall, with blood dripping on the palms, leaving clear palm prints.

This is the origin of the blood-colored palm prints on the wall.

And at this moment.

Yang Jian turned to see that his hand that had just been pressed against the wall was pressed on one of the bloody palms, which was so cold that it was extremely scary.

Even after experiencing many supernatural events, his scalp was numb when he saw this scene.

But what made him even more terrifying was that because he touched the blood-colored palm print, countless people in the passage raised their heads and looked at him with their empty eyes, and then stretched out another blood-stained palm, as if they wanted to grab Yang Jian and turn Yang Jian into one of them.

This is a terrible ghost curse that can turn a living person into a part of a curse and enhance the number of blood-colored palm prints.

Yang Jian's eyes shrank, and his other ghost hand holding the hatchet hurriedly raised it and chopped it down at the arm closest to him.

This action seems to be cutting air to outsiders, because there is nothing in front of him to cut, just like the rotten male corpse under his feet did the first time.

Now Yang Jian understands what the meaning of this air-cutting action is.

The rusty hatchet in his hand was a little sharp and weird at this moment. It just randomly slashed through the air, and the arm in front of him, which was blood-stained to his palm, was directly broken.

In addition, the other people seemed to have been attacked, and their arms were also broken at this time.

The dense blood-stained palm prints on the wall began to dissipate quickly. The speed of dissipation was very fast, extending all the way to the depths of the passage and extending to the original 82 rooms.

Bang!

The open door in Room 82 suddenly closed at this moment. The door light next to the door flashed several times, and the light was so dim that it was almost extinguished.