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The dim, silent corridor was graced by the figure that had emerged from the haunted painting, standing rigid at the entrance of the dormitory room, motionless as if it were a corpse whose life had ceased, seemingly waiting for the next victim after having killed the last qualified person. But currently, no new target was in sight.

The atmosphere at the scene was particularly heavy.

Neither Wang Quan and his companions nor Yang Jian made a sound.

All were waiting.

Wang Quan was waiting for Yang Jian's move, while Yang Jian was waiting for any movement from the ghost.

In the absence of certainty about the true source, the best course of action for Yang Jian was to wait and see if the ghost would continue to kill.