Yang Jian had just used Ghost Shadow to open the tightly shut door, his focus entirely on what lay beyond it, and he hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings; of course, he also trusted that the people by his side would stay alert.
However, Luo Su Yi's sudden scream made his heart jolt violently.
Almost instinctively, he realized something was amiss nearby.
Several of his ghost eyes opened in an instant, shifting his attention to the vicinity.
Immediately, Yang Jian's pupils constricted.
The dim hallway they had just passed, at the crossroads blanketed with dark footprints, a tall man with a dark complexion, exuding a strong stench of decay, had appeared at some point, standing stiffly, facing forward, presenting a sidelong profile to them all.
At this moment, Luo Su Yi, who was the first to spot the man, held a flashlight, trembling all over with sheer terror in his eyes.