The office building was now deserted, with no lights on anywhere.
Fortunately, the moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight, and the building's walls were all floor-to-ceiling glass, allowing the crowd to barely make out the surroundings.
The master held his peach wood sword and slowly paced around the lobby. After discovering the elevator was out of order, he headed toward the dark stairwell, apparently intending to ascend to the second floor.
One had to admit, this so-called master was quite bold.
In such a setting, an ordinary person wouldn't dare linger here, let alone climb upstairs.
The crowd followed the master without hesitation.
The pitch-black stairwell had no light at all. As Lin Chen stepped inside, he immediately felt an oppressive atmosphere descend.
Luckily, the crowd wasn't foolish—almost everyone took out their phones and turned on their flashlight apps.
In an instant, the dark stairwell became brilliantly illuminated by the combined light of over twenty phones.
As if buoyed by the light, the group's pace quickened, and they arrived at the second floor in one go.
The moment Lin Chen stepped onto the second floor, he sensed something was wrong.
The yin energy here was far thicker than in the lobby below.
Feeling the chill in the air, Master Huang Wei wanted to retreat but reconsidered—he'd come this far and couldn't just give up now.
At that moment, he regretted having the "ghost" staged on the tenth floor.
Huang Wei was ambitious; selling talismans only brought in a little money, and such things were one-off sales.
He wanted a long-term plan.
His idea was simple: leverage the building's internet fame by placing a "ghost" to haunt the building while he live-streamed ghost hunting, dazzling thousands of viewers.
With a few hired internet trolls promoting the stream, he'd quickly gain popularity.
Then he could open a Online shop selling "magical tools" and offer feng shui consultations to wealthy clients—a lucrative venture.
This idea excited Huang Wei, and he forced himself to continue upstairs.
The higher they went, the stronger the yin energy grew.
When they reached the eighth floor, Lin Chen noticed the yin energy had coalesced into thick mist, hovering above their heads.
"This is bad, we can't go any further!" Lin Chen instinctively stopped, feeling a strong sense of foreboding.
Turning to Li Mo, he whispered, "Something's wrong, let's get out of here!"
Li Mo, naturally timid, quickly agreed, "Yeah, let's go!"
Suddenly, a scream pierced the air.
In the phone flashlight's beam, a figure staggered slowly toward the stairwell.
Huang Wei jumped back, startled.
The figure grew clearer in the light—an expressionless middle-aged man, face pale and bloodied, his shirt soaked with blood trailing to the floor.
Most chilling was the man's right hand, tightly gripping a sharp steel pipe stained with blood and chunks of flesh.
Everyone gasped.
Huang Wei, however, relaxed upon recognizing the figure—it was the "ghost" he'd hired.
"Damn, wasn't he supposed to stay on the tenth floor? Why's he on the eighth? Scared me half to death," Huang Wei grumbled inwardly, though the man's makeup was effective, clearly scaring the crowd.
Lin Chen suddenly felt a cold chill rush from his feet to his head.
With Yin-Yang Eye, he could tell the strange man was not alive but a corpse.
More horrifyingly, clinging tightly to the corpse's back was a ghost—a drowned woman, swollen and rotting, with hair plastered over her face and eyeballs missing.
The ghost controlled the corpse's movements.
"Run! There's a ghost!" Lin Chen shouted to warn the crowd.
But Huang Wei waved his hand calmly and said, "Don't panic, I'm here! Watch me slay the demon!"
With a yell, Huang Wei swaggered forward, peach wood sword in hand.
The crowd, who had been ready to flee, paused, encouraged by his boldness. Some even took out their phones to record.
What idiots!
Lin Chen cursed silently, then grabbed Li Mo and bolted down the stairs.
"Puchi!"
A sharp sound echoed through the stairwell.
Lin Chen stopped, puzzled, and looked back.
The once mighty Huang Wei now stood frozen, a sharp steel pipe impaled through his chest.
He lowered his head, incredulous, "Wh... why?"
After stabbing him, the corpse's face twisted into a sinister smile.
It casually tossed Huang Wei's body aside with a flick of the pipe.
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