Hu Die Lan

After receiving the text message, Huai Yi was stunned for a moment, but still opened WeChat. A person named Yinqiang Xiaolangjun (Silver Spear Young Master) appeared on the list, requesting to add him as a friend.

After accepting the request, the other party sent a video.

Clicking on the video, Huai Yi's expression changed drastically as the content unfolded. He didn't recover until the video ended.

He turned his stiff neck, slowly, slowly turning his head, and suddenly noticed that Director Qi was standing beside him at some point, staring at him with a strange expression.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"Thump."

"Thump."

…

The moment their eyes met, Huai Yi heard his own heartbeat.

He hadn't felt this moved even with his girlfriend.

Huai Yi immediately put away his phone and said with an obsequious smile to Director Qi: "Just now... it was all a misunderstanding. I was just joking with you. That slap didn't hurt you, did it?"

Director Qi stared intently at Huai Yi, his eyes slowly rolling upwards, turning into a pair of dead fish-like white eyes.

Huai Yi felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

Director Qi's face began to twist, his muscles and bones moving, the bones underneath slowly wriggling, visible through the skin.

Even more terrifying was that Director Qi's body, wrapped in his trench coat, was also changing.

Many round things wriggled under the trench coat. Soon, the buttons of the trench coat burst open, and faces appeared under the white shirt.

The faces were of all sizes, but without exception, they all had their mouths wide open, as if they were roaring.

The feeling Huai Yi got in that instant was as if there were a dozen... no, even dozens of evil spirits hidden inside Director Qi's body!

And these evil spirits were about to break free.

"Fuck!" Huai Yi couldn't help it. At this critical moment of life and death, he had nothing to hold back. He immediately opened the door within his body and summoned his helper.

The Qilin Arm (Kirin Arm) took over, his arm swelling up as if inflated. The moment the light red scales covered his arm, Huai Yi slapped out.

It was the same position, but the power was more than a hundred times greater.

Director Qi's face gradually rotted, his lips falling off, rotten skin and flesh sticking to his face and drooping down.

One eye rotted in its socket, and the other wobbled, as if it could fall out at any moment.

This wasn't a person at all!

It was clearly a corpse that had been rotting for who knows how long.

With this slap, the rotten ghost face caved in a large area, and a piece of the skull was shattered.

Foul-smelling pus dripped from the cracks from time to time.

The only remaining eye also fell out, hanging on the face by a few strands of blood.

The spine in the neck was twisted off by the enormous force, and the ghost face was tilted on the shoulder, still facing Huai Yi.

"Giggle, giggle~"

The ghost face smiled, eerie and evil.

The next second, the "Director Qi", with his head tilted and wearing a torn trench coat, pounced towards Huai Yi with strange steps.

Huai Yi screamed "Mommy" and ran towards the corridor where Jiang Cheng had disappeared before.

"Step."

"Step."

…

The footsteps chasing him from behind were far apart, but the distance was not being widened at all. One step of the ghost was probably equivalent to his seven or eight steps.

Now, thinking of Jiang Cheng's previous performance, Huai Yi wanted to raise his Qilin Arm and slap himself in the face.

That kid Jiang Cheng is full of bad ideas, and he's not afraid of his family suffering the consequences!

"Jiang Cheng!" Huai Yi's shrill voice echoed in the empty hospital, "Come out and save me! If... if this door of mine is swallowed by it, you'll definitely die here too!"

"The door inside it is not something that one of you or I can deal with. It doesn't know how many people it has swallowed."

"The door inside Xiang Nan has been completely eroded, the curse has already erupted, and it is now a moving door!"

"Its target is us!"

"What it wants is the doors within us!"

"Brother Jiang!" Huai Yi noticed the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him and shouted loudly, "Help!"

At this moment, Jiang Cheng was hiding in the corner where he had hidden before, closely watching the movements over there.

Lin Wan'er was not there, Jiang Cheng let her leave first.

To go upstairs to find Yu Yu and Cao Yang.

After all, there were some things he didn't want Lin Wan'er to know, and the situation had already developed in an uncontrollable direction.

Now the real Director Qi had fallen into the hands of the guy behind Xiang Nan's door.

Next, what they were about to face had two possible outcomes.

First, Director Qi was already dead, the ritual had begun, and the mission had failed.

Second, Director Qi was imprisoned by the ghost. He hadn't been killed only because the time was not yet ripe. The ritual had not yet begun. At a certain fixed time, the ghost would kill him to complete the final step of the ritual.

Jiang Cheng couldn't be sure which one it was.

But now, he was indeed preparing to take action and save Huai Yi.

Not because of any remarkable affection, but because of what Huai Yi said just now, which saved himself.

He seemed to be quite experienced in such things, especially regarding "doors."

And he had once said that he was commissioned to come and solve this matter.

From this, it could be judged that the person who commissioned him had long known that Nan Huai Li's disappearance was related to supernatural events.

This was a completely new field for Jiang Cheng. He might not have cared before, but now he was also entangled with a door.

Moreover, judging from Huai Yi's attitude towards him, the wu (nothingness) behind the door within him seemed to have an overwhelming power over ordinary doors.

For Jiang Cheng's current situation, this could barely be considered a good thing.

He needed Huai Yi to live.

To obtain the information he and the people behind him possessed.

"Brother Huai Yi, here!" Jiang Cheng poked out half of his body and waved, shouting.

The moment he saw Jiang Cheng, Huai Yi almost cried. He originally thought Jiang Cheng had taken Lin Wan'er and slipped away.

He didn't expect him to be quite conscientious, actually hiding here, not far away.

It seemed that although he didn't say it, he still cared about him in his heart.

"Giggle, giggle."

The eerie laughter behind him sounded, so close that it seemed to be sticking to the back of his head. Huai Yi's chrysanthemum tightened, and he ran even faster.

The thing following Huai Yi had completely revealed its true colors.

In addition to the crooked and broken head, it had several other heads growing crookedly on its shoulders and neck.

The heads were tinged with an eerie blue-gray.

Like branches of a tree, hanging on the body.

What was even more terrifying was that each head seemed to have preserved its consciousness from the moment of death. Apart from the tilted head giggling, the other heads all wore expressions of extreme pain.

Some had their mouths wide open, making silent wails, while others constantly shed tears of blood in agony.

There were also two heads huddled together, tearing at each other, blood dripping from the wounds, a very bloody scene.

The heads swarming together created a scene that could no longer be described by mere horror or eeriness. Jiang Cheng's breath hitched.