"Look back," Wei Jinting said, squinting.

Wu wasn't worried about being attacked from behind. He could sense that Wei Jinting was seriously injured and no longer posed a threat.

He turned his head, and his brow furrowed the moment he saw what was behind him.

A dark red chain was wrapped around Lin Chen's neck, piercing her skin, as if ready to inject a curse at any moment.

Lin Chen bit her lip, making no sound.

She must have known that with her strength, she couldn't resist such a curse. As long as the rash intruder had a single thought, she would die.

"Heh heh." Wei Jinting swayed as he stood up, then dusted off his clothes, which were already clean, and said, "Can we talk now?"

Wei Jinting had a general idea of the relationship between Lin Chen and Wu, so after realizing that Wu was beyond his ability to deal with, he placed his final bet on Lin Chen.

Fortunately, he was right.

But...

Seeing Wu slowly raise his sword, his face immediately turned pale. "Holy crap, what are you doing?" Wei Jinting hugged himself. "Don't mess around!"

"I don't like being threatened," Wu said, his eyes filled with intense murderous intent, as if Lin Chen had a special meaning to him. "Especially... when it's with her."

Wei Jinting racked his brains and changed his tune. "I'm not threatening you. I just sincerely want to sit down and talk with you, Brother Wu."

"You can see that my door's ability is just so-so. It's okay for petty theft, but in a real fight, it's useless. Brother Wu, you're so upright, chivalrous, heroic, and handsome, surely you wouldn't look down on my door." He licked his lips obsequiously and said with a guilty conscience, "Right?"

"And I have a suggestion." Wei Jinting seemed to want to get closer to Wu, but after seeing the sword, he decided to keep his distance.

As he spoke, he slowly backed away.

"You can't escape," Wu interrupted. "The moment you turn around, you'll die."

"What are you saying, Brother Wu!" Wei Jinting immediately stopped, his tone impassioned. "I would never do such a thing. I wanted to say, don't just focus on the door I have. Think bigger. There are still two more doors, aren't there?"

"Remove the chain from her," Wu said, looking at him. "Then we'll talk."

Wei Jinting gave a sheepish laugh. "Brother Wu, that's not right. Are you trying to fool a fool? If I remove it, can we still sit down and talk properly?"

"How about this? We cooperate. I'll help you get those two doors, how about that?" Wei Jinting thumped his chest. "I guarantee it with my personality!"

After a moment of silence, Wu raised his head and stared into Wei Jinting's eyes, not saying a word, as if he knew the other party wasn't finished yet.

"Of course," Wei Jinting smiled. "If I don't offer some conditions, I'm afraid you won't trust me, Brother Wu."

"Letting me go goes without saying, and then..." He licked his lips, a light flashing in his eyes. "I also want someone."

"Who?"

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with the doors. It's just a personal matter. You can have those two guys with the doors. I won't interfere."

"I'm asking... who is it?" Wu's tone suddenly became stern.

Wei Jinting slowly grinned, and spat out a name, "Wan Yanning."

...

Building 2.

Room 404.

Jiao Tailang, who was leaning on the sofa, suddenly stood up. About half a minute ago, he had heard a strange noise.

It was hard to describe, but it was a "rustling" sound, mixed with a dying gasp as if someone was being strangled.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't clear.

Jiao Tailang couldn't even pinpoint the direction the sound was coming from.

But one thing he was sure of was that the thing making the sound... was in his room.

"Drip."

There was the sound of dripping water. Jiao Tailang immediately looked at the kitchen faucet.

"Drip."

A drop of water hung under the faucet, slowly swelling, and then dripping, making an unusually clear sound.

Jiao Tailang frowned. He didn't remember turning on the faucet, and it didn't leak before, and it didn't leak later, but it just happened to leak at this time...

No matter how he thought about it, there was a problem.

But gradually, the dripping became more frequent, even turning into a thin stream, and finally, the faucet was completely open.

In the silent night, there was the sound of running water.

The sound gave Jiao Tailang an extremely uneasy feeling. He had an instinctive feeling that if he didn't do anything, it would lead to terrible consequences.

So, without hesitation, he rushed forward and turned off the faucet.

But at the moment, the drain seemed to be blocked. There was already a lot of water in the sink, almost overflowing, and the water in the sink was very murky, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Jiao Tailang grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the kitchen drawer and poked at what he thought was the drain. But strangely, the feedback felt very strange. What was blocking the drain seemed to be something very soft.

Moreover... Jiao Tailang's expression suddenly changed. There was a force pulling the chopsticks into the water. He wanted to pull the chopsticks back, but the force inside was beyond his imagination.

Just before he was about to let go, the thing under the water released its strength first. He grabbed the chopsticks and quickly retreated.

His heart was beating like a drum.

When he saw the chopsticks in his hand, Jiao Tailang's pupils couldn't help but tremble. The front end of the chopsticks was densely covered with... teeth marks.

He was so scared that he immediately threw away the chopsticks.

But the weirdness didn't disappear. After a while, there was a gurgling sound from the sink, as if the water was boiling.

Then a blackened, bloated hand stretched out from the sink and grabbed the edge of the sink with a slap.

Then, a bloated body slowly crawled out of the sink, and Jiao Tailang was stunned.

He never thought that such a big person could squeeze out of such a small drain, like squeezing toothpaste!

The moment the figure raised its head, Jiao Tailang gasped. The entire chin of this person had been cut open with a knife, and inside... there were densely packed teeth.

The teeth were crowded together, making his trypophobia flare up, and what was even more terrifying was that he had recognized this ghost from his clothes.

It was Liu Guo, who had called him not long ago.

Liu Guo, who had become a ghost, slowly approached Jiao Tailang. His mouth was wide open, almost able to bite off Jiao Tailang's head in one bite.

Just as Liu Guo was about to succeed, his head suddenly stopped. A hand grabbed his hair from behind, and then, with a "snap," the world in Liu Guo's eyes was turned upside down.

"Tailang," Weng Qing's voice rang out, "how are you? Did you get hurt anywhere?" Holding a large knife in her right hand, Weng Qing looked at Tailang and asked with concern.

On the other side, the headless corpse fell to the ground with a loud thud.