There was something in the elevator.

Magong Tong knew this.

But she could never have imagined that such a thing would appear from the dark elevator...

The pale skin of the dead, the long thin arms, a shiny iron spike nailed into its smooth neck, with black liquid dripping down. In her hands, the iron spike coated with minced flesh and blood gleamed coldly...

The female ghost just stood there, her neck twisted.

Beneath her silent motion was suppressed madness.

"Is... is that the thing Beichuan has always been facing?" Magong Tong staggered and stumbled forward.

Was Beichuan Si always dealing with such things?

Magong Tong could hardly imagine.

Although last time she and Beichuan Si had gone to Shenzhu Shrine, it had been led by Sister Magong Yong and Sister Shihui, and she had passed out immediately afterward.

Facing the ghost directly this time, the fear that arose from her instinct to survive had once rendered her unable to move.

Had Beichuan Si always been exploring in such perilous circumstances?

Magong Tong stopped, panting heavily.

All she could think about was the scene she had just witnessed.

The hammer in its hand had been about to crush her skull, but in the next moment, a dazzling golden stream of light burst forth from her own neck.

As this golden stream repelled the ghost, the elevator doors also opened.

Under such circumstances, Magong Tong gathered the last of her strength, rolling and crawling out of the elevator.

As she left, she could still feel the ghost's cold, vengeful gaze...

Magong Tong curled up painfully, supporting herself with one hand while her body trembled.

The numbness throughout her body had lessened considerably, allowing her to move, but the aftereffects of forced exertion before the numbness had fully faded were evident.

Intense dizziness and spasms in her stomach made her vomit violently.

After vomiting, Magong Tong, dizzy and weak, lifted her head and struggled to stand up, leaning against the wall.

Her face was pale, her body still trembling.

Even so, Magong Tong knew that if she continued to stay where she was, the ghost might still catch up to her.

I can't do this anymore...

My vision is blurring.

I might really not make it...

Just like before I met Beichuan Si—

SMACK!

She struck herself sharply.

"How can I keep saying such disheartening things!"

The bright red imprint stung painfully, but it helped Magong Tong regain a lot of clarity.

She took deep breaths.

How could she let Beichuan see her in such an undignified state?

"What have you been striving for so long for, Magong Tong?"

She murmured to herself.

To be able to speak with Beichuan Si as an equal.

To talk normally, like friends.

What would Beichuan think of her if she shrinks back at every issue? What would Sister Yong and Sister Shihui think of her?

Magong Tong clenched her teeth and forced her eyes open, steadying herself.

The flashlight feature of her smartphone illuminated her surroundings.

This place is... a school?

Magong Tong continued to move forward, leaning on the wall.

She was sure that just moments ago, she had been in the apartment building's elevator.

She strained her mind.

This unfamiliar school interior, it wasn't any school she had attended before.

And...

Magong Tong glanced at a classroom door beside her.

The door was pitch black, giving her an indescribable sense of palpitations.

It wasn't just this classroom door.

All of these densely packed classroom doors seemed a bit off.

The mysterious doors, not knowing where they led, made Magong Tong involuntarily take a few steps back.

Perhaps it's better not to go in.

Magong Tong swallowed.

She pinched her phone in one hand and held onto the wall with the other, slowly shuffling her feet forward.

Every ten meters or so, she had to stop to catch her breath before moving on.

Despite her strong spiritual power, her physical condition was clearly not optimistic.

Yet it was at this time that in the shadows behind Magong Tong, the chilling, deathly sound of the iron spike clashing with the hammer rang out again.

Magong Tong's face stiffened, and she quickened her steps.

But as mentioned before, how could Magong Tong, who had to stop every ten meters to breathe, possibly escape a fully capable vengeful spirit?

The sounds grew closer, the clashing of the hammer and spike growing more intense and frantic.

The shadow behind her spread, swallowing the path Magong Tong had taken, filling the corridor with coldness.

Magong Tong could even sense very clearly the vengeful gaze emanating from the darkness.

Magong Tong's trembling grew more pronounced until, finally, she lowered her head.

And then—

The sound stopped.

Magong Tong looked up in confusion.

Yes.

The sound had unexpectedly ceased completely.

The looming shadow dispersed entirely, and the ominous clanging of the hammer and spike vanished.

But...

Magong Tong turned pale as she stared at the pale figure standing no more than five meters in front of her.

Black liquid dripped from its eye sockets, rotten flesh around the neck giving off a putrid stench, the eyes bulging out like those of a dead fish.

The vengeful gaze was firmly fixed on her.

Under such terrifying pressure, Magong Tong opened her mouth wide, then buried her head and let out a hoarse, tearful cry:

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