"I found you."
"I found you."
"I found you."
...
Dozens of messages burst onto the phone screen, chilling one to the bone; Yang Xiao promptly put away his phone.
Faced with a ghost that could only kill by scent, he had to keep moving; staying hidden in one spot would eventually lead to capture.
Retreating was not an option, as a wall was just a few meters behind him; his only choice was to move forward, trying to get as close as possible to the morgue's iron door and exit through it.
Having a plan for escape, the next step was implementation. Three paths lay before Yang Xiao—the first was to pass through the middle of the two rows of mortuary beds in front of him. This path was the most spacious and offered the best visibility and ease of movement.
The second path entailed moving to the left, sticking to the wall and then nearing the door. Compared to the first path, this one was slightly more troublesome.