Finished!
It’s over!
Yang Jie's legs were so weak that he couldn't even take a single step and was almost being dragged forward!
The "person" next to her finally stopped, and she slowly turned her head, "You can't walk anymore?"
In the darkness, Yang Jie couldn't see her face.
But he could feel the fishy smell coming towards him when she spoke, as well as her sharp and sinister voice.
"Not bad."
He squeezed out these two words with difficulty, his upper and lower teeth trembled, making a clicking sound.
"Then keep going."
The man's words came faintly.
Yang Jie knew very well that he couldn't go on. If he did, he would never be able to return. The boss had disappeared long ago, and he felt that he had no hope of survival this time.
But he has parents at home, a company, and three properties to inherit!
Yang Jie made up his mind, took off his coat in an instant, pulled his hand out from the thing's elbow, and ran towards the door.
Almost at the same time, the thing pounced on him. There was a whistling sound from behind him, and a sharp pain ran from the back of his neck to the back of his waist. The sharp claw of the thing scraped through his skin and missed. The next claw would kill him directly!
“Help!”
This is the last cry before death.
Obviously, he was so close to the door, just two steps away! He had never felt so desperate at that moment.
Just when he thought he was going to die, suddenly a light appeared at the door.
In the darkness, the black shadow chasing Yang Jie was repelled by the light, which also bought him precious time.
Yang Jie rushed out of the corridor door desperately.
He couldn't even stop at that speed and rushed straight to the stairs, then stumbled and fell to the next floor.
He actually escaped!
Yang Jie looked at Fu An'an standing at the door, feeling as if he were in another world. The man, who was originally a bit effeminate, shed precious tears.
"Boss, I almost died, wuwuwu!"
Fu Anan didn't have time to take care of him, and was busy extinguishing the candle in her octagonal lantern. This thing burns so fast, and watching the speed of the wax dripping, it really hurts.
After venting his anger, Yang Jie sat on the ground wailing in pain.
He had just fallen from the top of the stairs to the bottom, and had a serious scratch on his back. Blood was flowing down his back and had already dyed his pants red.
He needs to be bandaged.
Fortunately, this is a hospital, full of doctors and medicines.
Like Mu Zihan, these doctors would still provide treatment when they were not transformed. Yang Jie's back was sutured with several stitches, and he lay on the hospital bed, becoming a real patient.
For this reason, the ordinary players upstairs all came down.
To put it nicely, it was a visit; to put it bluntly, it was to gather information and ask how Yang Jie got injured. When they heard that they had encountered a ghost wall on the stairs, the group of people looked solemn and somewhat relieved that they were not the ones who encountered this incident.
Some of these people were honest. After listening to Yang Jie's free information, they looked at him lying on the bed and suggested, "He may not be able to move around at night in this condition. Why don't you move to the 6th floor tonight?"
"That's not possible. Why?"
Hearing this, the woman who had said she wanted to go up jumped out to object, "It was Fu Anan who said before that no one should be treated specially, and everyone should be treated equally. Why can he go up just because he's injured?"
The next few chapters will be late, so go to bed early~
(End of this chapter)