Shi Jin turned to look at the balcony and saw a blurry outline behind the curtains—a woman lying on the ground.

In the dilapidated room, glass was shattered all over the floor, and she lay on the ground, her body covered in glass shards.

The woman struggled desperately in the thick smoke, her arms constantly moving forward, each movement causing shards of glass to dig deeper into her flesh.

The firelight cast shadows, and Shi Jinzhe could not see her face clearly, only her shadow twisted into segments, as if she were being constantly divided by something.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty: "Help me..."

"Please help me..."

Shi Jinzhe held his breath, stopped breathing, and tried to minimize his presence.

The woman was looking at herself, but Shi Jinzhe couldn't be sure if she was just looking in his direction or if she actually saw him.

He leaned towards the latter; who wouldn't want to escape to the outside when fleeing for their life, instead of crawling inwards?

The woman lying on the ground spoke in a increasingly sharp voice, full of resentment and venom. Her five fingers, stained with black smoke, kept reaching forward, about to grab her own ankle, when Shi Jinzhe silently stepped aside.

"Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you save me...!"

"Help me! Help me!"

When the time was up, he remained silent, holding his breath as he continued circling.

The woman couldn't climb over him and was quickly pulled away.

Just then, a long, resilient object appeared beneath Shi Jinzhe's feet. He looked down and saw his golden vine once again.

A tiny piece, only as thick as a finger, was being trampled under his feet.

The golden vines were picked up, and in an instant, the black smoke and flames dissipated, and the scorching heat and the woman vanished completely.

The room was freezing cold, and Shi Jinzhe felt something damp drift onto his face.

He had a sudden, unsettling feeling that he had to turn around and take another look.

At that moment, the golden vine transformed, actively forming flower buds on its tendrils. Seeing this, Shi Jin did as he pleased and immediately turned to look.

A pair of white high heels appeared at the door of the room, with the toes pointing directly in his direction.

There was nothing like this at the door before I came in.

The scene that came into view was too bizarre, and Shi Jinzhe couldn't figure out what was going on with this instance.

These high heels arrived silently. If it weren't for his sixth sense and Jin Teng, would they have continued to move until they reached behind him?

He recalled the situation before he left home and felt that everything was contradictory.

Overthinking can make fears more tangible; could these high heels just be an illusion?

Because he guessed that the room's owner was a woman, and coupled with the charred corpse and fire scene he had just seen, he subconsciously believed that there was a female ghost here.

Even if he wasn't afraid of the dark and terrifying atmosphere, he would still have some physiological stress response.

Just like the breath-holding just now, holding your breath leads to oxygen deprivation, causing mental confusion. Therefore, all his thoughts and ideas are magnified, and thus, the high heels born in his subconscious appear.

Staring at those high heels, Shi Jinzhe's expression turned solemn.

"No...it's still not right."

The charred corpse was real; his skill had injured that thing. The golden vine was also real; it had helped him dispel the illusion.

The only fake things are the high heels and the woman in the fire.

The truth and falsehood are intertwined, and when the time comes, no one dares to act rashly again.

The reason why I can't find Sheikh is probably because she must be somewhere I can't see her.

He must be able to distinguish between what is real and what is fake.

Once he understood the key point, Shi Jinzhe took out the [Cursed Fang] from his item inventory, using it both as psychological comfort and as a means of verifying his identity.

The ghosts here can mimic humans. If Shekh sees her, she will definitely recognize her teeth and won't kill her by mistake.

Or, if he encounters Shekh again and cannot distinguish her, he might make her swallow the venom.

Those that die from poisoning are fake, and those that don't die from poisoning are real.

Hold the sharp, long fangs firmly, and when the time comes, bend them so that the tip faces outwards.

He didn't notice that extremely tiny fluctuations were emanating from the tips of his teeth in concentric circles.

The parallel vibrations of air passed through the walls, through the darkness, and finally landed in Shekh's hands, who was standing at the entrance of the sixth-floor corridor.

She looked down at her feet. The response from [Order Reconstruction] was very weak, as if it had been forcibly severed by an external force, and was intermittent.

I had already circled the sixth floor once, and I didn't feel Shi Jinzhe's aura then, so why can I sense the curse on her fangs now?

Looking down the corridor, Shekh didn't think much and stepped inside.

Besides Shi Jinzhe, there couldn't be anyone else with her venomous fangs; he must be here.

Schech heightened all his senses, not missing a single detail or sound.

It's cleaner here than the fourth-floor corridor. The walls are plain white, neat and orderly. Except for the black, it's exactly like a corridor in daily life.

There's no one in room 601, but there are two people in room 602, and they're arguing.

Sher pressed her ears; the downside of enhancing her senses was that sounds that were originally very soft were amplified instantly, making her eardrums ache.

The sound was amplified many times over, and the shrill voice was a form of mental torture for her.

Passing by 602, she arrived at the door of 603.

[Order Reconstruction] Flashing incessantly, Shekh glanced at the intact security door, used corrosive liquid to erode the lock, and successfully opened the door.

The room was empty, except for the abnormally low temperature.