Dumbstruck

"Alright then, let's go with the original plan. You'll slap it with the ink stamp and I'll pull it into my painting realm. As for how we'll deal with it, we'll leave that for later. My painting realm is different from what it was anyway. Even if we can't kill it, we can at least seal it away," said Shu Xiaolou.

The plan was set. With the ink stamp in hand, Lin Jin disappeared into the door that opened up behind him.

In an instant, Lin Jin arrived at the Visitation Hall.

A Visitation Hall without visitors. Although the place looked no different from usual, to Lin Jin, it seemed creepier than before.

'All because of that zombie behind door number three,' Lin Jin mused.

He went over to door number three and studied it carefully. He was terrified that the thing inside had escaped while he was away.

Though, judging by the looks of it, there were no signs that the door had been opened at all.

This was a good thing.