Suddenly turning back and seeing the object, Han Fei was startled too. He was now the person closest to the bathroom.
"Didn't we throw it in the trash can?"
"It's useless. This Red Skirt has appeared before..." Brother Hua's face turned as white as a ghost, seemingly recalling something terribly unpleasant.
"So, how did you handle it last time? Did you burn it or cut it up and bury it in the ground?"
"It was no use. After it appeared last time, the people in the Security Guard room of Building One started dying in accidents, one after another, until there was only one person left. Then it suddenly disappeared." Brother Hua shrank his neck, saying cautiously, "It felt like a Blood Sacrifice, as if only bloodshed and death could make it leave."
Brother Hua's words changed the expressions of the young Security Guard and Han Fei. No one knew the origin of the Red Skirt; they only knew that its appearance meant death. This object seemed even more sinister than a real Curse Item.