To sum up the old man’s words, the world behind the door is actually just a nightmare of Men Nan’s personality.

When the boy wakes up, the channel connecting this world and reality may be closed, or it may disappear directly.

If there was no "door" in Chen Ge's haunted house, he might agree with the old man's statement, but "doors" appeared in two different places. This could not be explained by a little boy's nightmare.

Chen Ge did not reveal that there was also a "door" in his haunted house. He looked at the old man and asked another question.

"You said this was the boy's nightmare, and everything in it was a manifestation of the child's subconscious. Then can you tell me what role you play in this nightmare? Or what do you symbolize in his nightmare?"

The expression on the old man's face became a little stiff, but he did not avoid it: "I am the same as you. We both came from outside the nightmare. We are outsiders. Even in the nightmare, we are still playing ourselves."

"Playing yourself?" Chen Ge came in from the outside world, and his physical appearance did not change at all.

There was no sign of life on the old man, and what concerned Chen Ge even more was the blood-red doctor's uniform on him.

As his eyes swept across the uniform, an idea flashed through Chen Ge's mind.

Was the old man wearing this coat when he entered the world behind the gate? What did he do to dye the white coat red?

As early as the first time he saw the old man, Chen Ge had a guess in his mind.

The director of the third ward disappeared a few years ago and has not been found until now. No one knows whether he is alive or dead.

The old man in front of him was very similar to the dean in terms of age and temperament, so he guessed that the old dean was not missing, but must have entered the world behind the door for various reasons.

He had read the letters left by the old dean. In the last letter, the old dean did show some curiosity about the world inside the sect.

However, precisely because he had read the old dean's letter and had a very good impression of him, he really couldn't reconcile the old dean he imagined with the red-clothed ghost in front of him.

Shaking his head to dispel the thoughts in his mind, Chen Ge calmed down again.

All he knew about the old dean was through the few letters written by the dean himself.

No one would vilify himself when writing a letter to an outsider, so the old dean shown in those letters was not necessarily the real dean.

Thinking of the electrotherapy room, the crowded and dirty First Ward, and the Second Ward that would rather be empty than have anyone live in it, Chen Ge took a deep breath and began to be extra careful.

"Did you understand what I said? Don't wake this child up. Put him down and I will take you away from the nightmare." The old man's voice is so comfortable to hear, which always makes people subconsciously ignore his danger.

Chen Ge slowly walked towards the door: "I won't hurt this child, but the premise is that you have to tell me how to leave first, so that I can see your sincerity."

"It's easy to leave. Just walk through that door..."

“Bang!”

The old man was interrupted in the middle of his words. There was a loud bang in the third ward, as if a door of a room had exploded.

Hearing this voice, the old man's expression became solemn, his pale face twisted, and he no longer cared about remaining kind and gentle.

"What happened?" Chen Ge had a vague feeling that this incident was related to Zhang Ya. When the old man first came in, he saw that his fingers were deformed and his arms were twisted unnaturally. It was obvious that he had suffered an unexpected heavy blow while resisting something.

"It's okay, just a small problem." The old man said sinisterly, standing in the middle of the door, looking up at Chen Ge: "Give me the child, I'll take you out now."

There was no extra expression on the pale face, giving people a very weird feeling. The old man finally tore off his disguise.

"Send me away first, otherwise there will be no negotiation." Chen Ge was firm. His hand holding the knife was shaking slightly because of nervousness. This was his first time facing the red-clothed ghost.

"You want to leave, right? Okay, come with me." The old man turned around and suddenly became active.

Chen Ge did not dare to be careless and followed carefully behind, keeping a distance of three meters between him and the old man.

In his opinion, no matter what the other party did within three meters, he would be able to react in time. However, after taking two steps, he found that he had underestimated the terror of the man in red.

Strictly speaking, he only took one step. Before he could take the second step, his legs hanging in the air lost consciousness.

Looking down, he saw that while he was talking to the old man, invisible streaks of blood on the ground had crawled up his legs, and now those blood streaks were like poisonous insects drilling into his flesh.

"Don't you want to leave? Come with me." The old man turned his head, his eyes were sunken, his face was full of wrinkles, and his smile was very creepy.

Chen Ge didn't dare to follow him at this time. He held the knife and wanted to retreat, but the leg hanging in the air was out of control and moved forward!

"Is it because of those blood threads?" Chen Ge's scalp tingled. He didn't know how many blood threads had seeped into his left leg. What was even more terrifying was that as the old man started talking, more and more blood threads flowed out from the cracked floor and wall, crawling towards Chen Ge like little snakes.

Looking at the surging blood, anyone else would have gone crazy and started swinging the knife in their hand wildly.

But Chen Ge has an ability that is almost innate. The more critical the moment, the calmer he is.

With the knife firmly placed on the boy's neck, Chen Ge let the blood crawl up his body while his knife continued to press down.

The old man turned around deliberately to make him careless, but now he turned his head back to look at him.

If the old man had enough confidence, there would be no need to go through so much trouble. He must still be worried about the boy.

Chen Ge really couldn't understand why the old man was afraid of the boy waking up, but in this situation, the more the old man was afraid of something, the more he would do it.

The blade cut through the skin, but no blood flowed out of the boy's neck. What was even more strange was that the blood threads controlled by the old man would go out of control as soon as they got close to the boy, and would go directly into the boy's body through the wound on his neck.

"These blood threads seem to have originally belonged to the boy. Could it be that the old man just stole the boy's power?"

Chen Ge had discovered the old man's secret. He became even bolder. The blade fell completely, and the old man let out a scream.

The sharp knife pierced into the boy's collarbone. The boy, whose eyelids had been twitching, suddenly clenched his fingers and opened his eyes!

The blood in the electrotherapy room instantly split into two parts, one part struggled backwards, and the other part was sucked into the boy's body.

"You lunatic! You woke up the devil!"

The old man seemed to become even older. He turned and ran, but before he got far, endless black hair poured out from the other side of the corridor.