Yang Jian felt that staying in the hallway all night was also unsafe. The fierce ghost he had repelled earlier still had the possibility of reappearing, and the post office itself often had many strange supernatural phenomena during the night.
However, staying near a room with the lights on was also impossible, as the ghosts would be attracted to the light.
After circling around, his gaze finally stopped at Room 404.
Room 404 didn't have a door, as it seemed to have been smashed apart by a fierce ghost's head. Inside, it was pitch black with no light shining through.
But the ghost that was banging its head against the wall earlier had already entered Room 402.
So that room should be safe now.
"Follow me before the last bit of Ghost Candle's flame goes out." Yang Jian moved decisively, without hesitation, heading straight for that room.
None of the others dared to delay for even a second; they hastily followed, afraid to fall behind.
