"What!"
"Another strange phenomenon?!"
Who disappeared?
A flurry of activity ensued as everyone searched frantically, and soon someone exclaimed, "Jia Liang is gone!"
"Jia Liang! Jia Liang!" Several colleagues who were on good terms with him called out immediately.
"Stop yelling! Do you want to summon the monsters?" Wang Ziteng roared, the continuous disappearances of people were making his last remaining rationality dissipate.
The reason he was able to remain calmer than ordinary people was because he had already witnessed these strange powers in his cousin and was prepared.
In addition, he greatly admired his cousin and also wanted to become a spirit master, so when he entered the Ghost Realm, besides fear, he was also supported by a hidden, secretly delighted expectation.
But people are ultimately like Lord Ye who loved dragons but feared them in return. When a real dragon appears before your eyes, you'll find that the first emotion that wells up in your heart is often fear.
"Young Master Wang, what should I do? I don't want to disappear!" Li Feifei grabbed Wang Ziteng's sleeve with tears in her eyes, making Wang Ziteng irritable.
"You're asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask?!"
Suddenly, a calm voice swept across the entire venue; it was Fang Xiu.
"Two to three minutes."
"What do you mean two to three minutes?"
“The interval between people disappearing is two to three minutes,” Fang Xiu said calmly. “To be precise, it should be two minutes for women and three minutes for men. Just now, three minutes after the security guard Xiao Zhao disappeared, Wang Xiaoli disappeared, and two minutes after Wang Xiaoli disappeared, Jia Liang disappeared. It seems that this strange creature’s killing pattern is to kill one person every two to three minutes.”
If my deduction is correct, three minutes after Jia Liang disappears, someone else will disappear as well.
"Killing people according to a set time? Damn it! How the hell can this be prevented?" Wang Ziteng's eyes were bloodshot, and his emotions were starting to spiral out of control.
Fang Xiu ignored him and turned to walk into the darkness.
Everyone was instantly shocked.
His best friend Zhao Hao immediately shouted, "Brother Xiu, where are you going? Are you out of your mind?!"
Fang Xiu said without turning his head, "Of course we should go find a way out. Are we going to stay here and wait to die? There are still 8 people left. According to the pattern of one person disappearing every two or three minutes, everyone will be dead in about 20 minutes. We might as well take a gamble."
"Fang Xiu! You stop right there!" Wang Ziteng suddenly shouted angrily, "Didn't I just say that no one can act arbitrarily? Do you know that if you violate some strange taboo, we could all be killed along with you? You're just an ordinary person, do you know anything about the strange..."
Fang Xiu stopped and suddenly turned around. A pale and expressionless face came into everyone's view, like a pale corpse, showing no signs of life.
Wang Ziteng caught his breath as he stared at that face.
At this moment, words devoid of any emotional fluctuation came from Fang Xiu's mouth: "Say one more word, and I will kill you before the ghost...."
His words, though devoid of any emotion, carried an indescribable chill. The moment he heard them, Wang Ziteng felt an intense aura of death envelop him.
Looking into Fang Xiu's calm eyes, Wang Ziteng suddenly realized that what he said was true, and that saying another word would really kill him!
As a second-generation rich kid, he had a wide circle of friends, and even saw the eyes of a murderer for some reason.
Even the pressure from a murderer's eyes couldn't compare to the calm gaze of Fang Xiu.
Wang Ziteng's feeling was correct; the eyes of a murderer are indeed different from the eyes of someone who has been killed eighteen times.
Seeing that Wang Ziteng was speechless, Fang Xiu turned and disappeared into the darkness.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Hao hesitated for a moment. Then, he gritted his teeth, looked at Fang Xiu's departing figure, then at the hesitant crowd, and finally followed after him.
"Young Master Wang, what should we do?" Wu Dahai's voice trembled.
Wang Ziteng's face turned pale and then red. He didn't dare to get angry when Fang Xiu was there, but now that he was gone, his anger was rising rapidly.
"What do we do? If they want to die, let them! Two bumpkins who don't even know what a Spirit Master is, dare to disobey my orders!"
"But...but Fang Xiu doesn't seem like the kind of person who would seek death. Should we follow him and take a look?"
Wang Ziteng's anger flared instantly: "Follow them my ass! I'd rather die than be tricked..."
Before he could finish speaking, a scream interrupted him.
"Ah! Someone else has disappeared!!"
Wang Ziteng felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He glanced at the number of people around him and realized there were only five of them left, including himself. He immediately changed his mind and said, "Quick! Follow them!"
........
Fang Xiu walked through the dark corridor, with Zhao Hao following closely behind him.
The two continued walking forward with flashlights, but after a long time they still hadn't left the corridor.
Normally, you would see the stairs leading downstairs at the end of the corridor after just a few steps, but today the corridor felt like a bottomless pit, with no end in sight.
"Brother Xiu... something's not right, why haven't we reached the stairwell yet!" Zhao Hao trembled, curling up behind Fang Xiu like a big bird clinging to him.
"Shh, be quiet."
Fang Xiu suddenly stopped and stared intently into the depths of the corridor.
Suddenly, a faint green light appeared at the end of the corridor, like the glow of an emergency exit sign in the dark—eerie and unsettling.
Fang Xiu frowned the moment he saw the light.
This light... is exactly the same as the light in the Qingshan Mental Hospital.
An incredible guess formed in his mind, and he quickly quickened his pace toward the light.
When he stepped into the light, he found himself in a narrow, cramped, dilapidated corridor. The ceiling and walls were covered in darkness and bloodstains, and there were old benches every few meters along the corridor.
This place feels like a hospital corridor from decades ago, with dark gray walls and gray cement floors instead of the usual marble floors.
This is... Aoyama Mental Hospital!
"Xiu Xiu Xiu... Xiu-ge! Am I hallucinating? Where is this? Shouldn't we be at the company? This place looks like a hospital from a horror movie!" Zhao Hao's frightened voice rang out from behind Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu's heart stirred slightly.
Can Zhao Hao also see the mental hospital?
Could it be...?
Fang Xiu reached out his palm and touched the surrounding walls, only to be met with a cold, rough texture.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
really!
I found myself in a mental hospital, and this time the mental hospital was no longer an illusion, but a real place!
Could it be that mental hospitals, like those living monsters, meet some certain conditions and thus intrude into reality?
Is this what they call the Ghost Realm?
Fang Xiu guessed that the mental hospital, which was previously like a holographic projection, had spatially overlapped with reality, and the sales office seemed to have been swallowed up by it, embedded in it.
No wonder I couldn't see the mental hospital as before; it turns out I was already inside one.
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