Xu Yi behind him was getting closer and closer, only 5 meters away. He could even see the pair of eyes hidden behind the wet, long hair.

A pair of crimson eyes.

Matched with the bright red dress, it looked even more bizarre.

Even more chilling was that Xu Yi's legs weren't moving; it was as if some strange force was controlling her.

Following behind their car.

Moreover, the car had already started to slow down. At this rate, in just a few seconds, Xu Yi's outstretched hand would be able to grab his car door.

There was no time. He had to make a decision. Hua Luo glanced at Chu Jiu beside him, who was at a loss, reached out, and slowly approached the side door closest to her. Then, in the instant he opened it, he pushed her out.

The moment Chu Jiu fell, light began to appear at the end of the seemingly endless tunnel.

Hua Luo seemed to ignite with new hope. He immediately squeezed into the driver's seat, tore away the obstructive long skirt, and stepped hard on the accelerator towards the light ahead.

The vehicle roared wildly.

But in the last second before exiting the tunnel, the vehicle suddenly lurched, and then the entire car began to deform, as if it had crashed into a wall.

But in front of him... there was clearly nothing!

The enormous inertia left Hua Luo no time to think. He was thrown directly out by the force, landing heavily on the ground, and then crashing into the rock wall beside the tunnel.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he felt like he was falling apart.

He leaned against the rock wall with difficulty, each breath bringing out large amounts of bloody froth.

His lungs were pierced by inward-bending ribs, and a metal bar pierced through his body at a tricky angle. He could barely even lift his hand.

His eyes were full of blood, and everything he saw seemed to be covered in a bloody haze. He gasped violently, clutching a piece of paper tightly in his hand.

A dark red figure stood in front of him, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his head.

In the next second, a massive force twisted his wrist.

Hua Luo gritted his teeth and remained silent. He vaguely tried to reach out with his other hand to stop it, but that arm was broken off at the elbow.

That paper... was finally taken away by the figure.

But the moment the dark red figure opened the paper, it suddenly froze. The paper was actually blank; there was nothing on it.

As if realizing something, the resentful figure immediately looked back into the darkness from which it had come. But in the next second, her legs were tightly hugged.

"Chu Jiu!" Hua Luo shouted into the darkness with bloodshot eyes, "Run towards the darkness, don't look back!!"

About a few dozen meters away, a small figure struggled to stand up, staggering towards the deeper darkness, clutching the paper tightly in her hand, which danced wildly in the wind.

30 meters.

20 meters.

10 meters.

5 meters...

Chu Jiu was running with all her might, clutching the painting that represented hope in her hand. Only by giving this painting to Lin Chen could she end this mission.

Only then... would everyone not have died in vain.

Her tears flowed like a broken string, just as Hua Luo had predicted. This time, the ghost's goal wasn't to kill anyone; what she wanted was... the painting that could end everything.

And the ghost's range of control must have a limit. Only by luring the ghost to his side would Chu Jiu have a chance to send the information out alive.

The result proved that he had gambled correctly.

Chu Jiu found the door they had entered through at a corner in the tunnel.

More precisely, a huge picture frame.

From here, she could leave the world bound by the painting.

But just as she pushed the door open, a hand landed on her shoulder from behind. "Jiu Jiu."

Chu Jiu's eyes narrowed sharply.

It was Sister Xu Yi's voice, and her voice was full of pain and longing, clearly not wanting Chu Jiu to abandon her.

"Jiu Jiu," Xu Yi continued, "I'm in so much pain! I was left in this tunnel. It's so dark here, and I walked for a long time but couldn't get out. I thought I was going to die here, but luckily, you came. You finally came..."

"You'll save me, right?" Xu Yi's voice was full of anticipation. "Jiu Jiu, you're the best to me, you won't abandon me, right?"

"Chu Jiu." Another hand also landed on Chu Jiu's other shoulder, and this hand was covered in blood.

"Cough... cough cough." It was Hua Luo's voice. He seemed to be seriously injured. "It hurts so much. Luckily Xu Yi saved me. Chu Jiu, quick... quick, give us a hand. We... cough cough, we'll get out together."

"Quick! It'll be too late if you wait!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Chu Jiu's body trembled. She slowly reached out her hands, but without turning her head, she grabbed their hands and slowly moved them away from her shoulders.

After grabbing Xu Yi's hand, Chu Jiu clearly felt the other's hand pause for a moment.

"I'm sorry." Chu Jiu bit her lip, tears streaming down her face.

In the next second, she slammed the door open.

The moment she left the door and returned to the corridor, she seemed to lose all her strength and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

......

"Hold on... you have to hold on." The Fatty lifted the person on his back a little higher and continued to walk down.

The corridor was filled with thick smoke and scorching heat. The Fatty was groping his way down entirely by feeling.

What was even more worrying was that he encountered Li Zumei, who had injured her leg, halfway down. The Fatty thought it would be too slow to help her walk, so he simply carried her on his back.

The two had been walking in the corridor for a long time. The Fatty was mechanically repeating the action of going down the stairs. Every time he felt like he was almost there, he would go down and see that there were still stairs.

Were these stairs heading to the 18th level of hell?

He cursed in his heart.

"It's... it's okay." He gasped for breath, comforting Li Zumei on his back. "Not... not far now. I... I remember the way, we're almost there."

He was worried that Li Zumei would lose hope. Once people lose hope, bad things will happen.

But after all, his physical strength was limited. The Fatty was large, and in this environment, being large was actually a disadvantage. Moreover, Li Zumei's body seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

Countless clouds of smoke poured into his nostrils. He began to suffocate, and his body became heavier and heavier.

Finally, he swayed and fell down the stairs with Li Zumei on his back.

After rolling a few times, the Fatty struggled to stand up. The first thing he did was grope for the missing Li Zumei.

Soon, he touched a hand.

"How... how are you?" The Fatty's voice was distorted by the smoke.

"You... you go." Li Zumei's voice was weak, and she seemed to know that she couldn't get out. "I... I can't go anymore."

In the next second, Li Zumei felt a hand that was hot from the scorching air grab her arm and kept pressing her arm onto his shoulder.

"Get... get on!" The Fatty croaked. "Don't... don't talk nonsense, hold your breath, I... I'll take you out."