"Ah!" That person was so frightened that it seemed like their soul had left their body; they immediately ran backward, but upon turning around, there was another figure in white before them.
Her hand slowly lifted, yet both hands were decayed and blackened, with no nails, emitting a rotten stench within the blood-colored dense fog.
The nails had been scratched off during struggles inside the coffin, and they remained that way as she transformed into a vengeful spirit.
Among a group of people eager to get rich overnight, only these two were soberly enduring the fear, screaming for help as they reached for the exit, yet somehow, the path they came from vanished without a trace.
There was no way out.
In this burial chamber, there was no exit.
More than two vengeful spirits lurked behind them, as many vengeful spirits as there were coffins filled with bones. The last scene they saw while alive, whether illusion or reality, they couldn't tell.
They were frightened to death.
