The Thirteenth Game: Cangling Village 22

Looking at the figure that effortlessly climbed over the roof ahead, Zeng Rou clenched her fists. The evil spirits were getting closer to her, and she had no choice but to take a different route to escape.

The large courtyard and buildings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of hurried breathing and frantic footsteps. Zeng Rou hid in a pitch-black room, her back against the door, trembling as she listened to the sounds outside.

The temperature in the room was dropping, as if something was coming toward her. She shakily lit half a candle, and under the faint light, the room seemed to be full of ghostly shadows.

Zeng Rou walked stiffly into the room. At the end, there was a water tank quietly standing. She stopped in place, too afraid to move forward. The ghostly villagers outside hadn't left, and there was no way out in both directions.