At this moment, Yun Qiuce finally knew fear. He walked towards the door while trembling, listening intently for any sounds around him.
Suddenly, a light appeared in the dense fog, like a flicker of phosphorescence, appearing particularly eerie in this sinister and terrifying atmosphere.
Yun Qiuce gathered his courage and quietly walked over.
To his astonishment, he found out it was a cigarette, or to be precise, half of one, the lit end burning quietly, hanging abruptly in the air.
Yun Qiuce was baffled; was this... half a cigarette come to life?
He turned around to leave when suddenly, a heavy hand clapped on his shoulder.
"Don't go, brother." A low, hoarse voice came from behind, as if a handful of gravel was lodged in its throat.
Yun Qiuce's hair stood on end, and he froze, slowly turning his neck to peek at his shoulder.
Instantly, he shut his eyes and gasped.
On his shoulder was a ghostly blue-white claw, stained with suspiciously putrid corpse fluid.
