Yang Jian turned around and looked at the hand he had just pressed against the wall. He pressed it on one of the bloody palms, which was bone-chilling and terrifying.

Even though he had experienced many supernatural events, his scalp was numb when he saw this scene.

But what frightened him even more was that, seemingly because he came into contact with the bloody palm prints, countless people in the passage raised their heads, looked at him with their empty eye sockets, and then all stretched out their hands.

Another hand stained with blood seemed to catch Yang Jian and turn Yang Jian into one of them.

This is a terrible ghost curse that can turn living people into part of the curse and increase the number of bloody palm prints.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and his other ghost hand holding the hatchet hurriedly raised it and chopped down the arm closest to him.

To outsiders, this action looked like he was chopping the air, because there was nothing in front of him for him to chop, just like what the rotting male corpse at his feet did originally.

Only now did Yang Jian understand the meaning of this action of cutting the air.

The rusty hatchet in his hand was strangely sharp at this moment. He just casually slashed through the air, and the blood-stained arm stretched out to him was cut off.

In addition, other "people" also seemed to have been attacked, and their arms were all disconnected at the same time.

The densely packed blood-stained palm prints on the wall began to dissipate rapidly, extending all the way to the depths of the passage, all the way to the original room 82.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!