(MTL) Welcome to the Nightmare Live

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===Chapter 166 Ping An Sanatorium "Are ghosts hitting the wall" ===

Chapter 165

The corridors are narrow and the atmosphere is depressing.

A group of people clung to the wall, groping forward, the sound of their footsteps was very low, and they could only faintly hear the rustling of clothes.

It was too quiet, so quiet that it was a panic step.

Like a dark lake, there is boundless darkness in all directions, and the fear brought by the unknown is boundless, which makes people feel like they can't breathe.

The faint light of the flashlight was like a thin strip of light from which all hearts were suspended.

Wen Jianyan moved forward step by step.

As he walked, he drew a picture of this floor in his mind.

So far, they have traveled almost one hundred and fifty percent of the way, but... have not encountered any high-risk patients so far.

Wen Jianyan glanced sideways without showing any signs.

The metal railing reflected faint light under the light of the flashlight, and the surface was a dark, fuzzy shadow.

"Still no one?"

He lowered his voice and asked Huang Mao who was walking beside him.

Huang Mao nodded, and also replied in a low voice: "No."

"..."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked away, and continued walking slowly.

Along the way, the iron doors of all the wards were wide open, but so far no one has been seen.

It didn't make him feel safe, on the contrary, it created an unprecedented sense of crisis.

The corridor in front of me seemed endless.

Time passed by second by second, and the groping in the dark was so long that people gradually blurred the meaning of time and distance, like crawling in a tunnel for a whole century.

Wen Jianyan stopped suddenly.

Su Cheng, who followed closely behind, was caught off guard and almost bumped into his back, triggering a series of chain reactions in the team, and a suppressed question came from behind: "What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes silently and looked around slowly.

strangeness......

Logically speaking, it should have gone □ □ □ ten.

However, the corridor in front of him still couldn't see the end.

Although darkness and silence can blur human senses, Wen Jianyan has been counting down the seconds in his mind since the beginning, calculating his steps, even if there may be deviations, it will not be much.

Under the faint beam of light from the flashlight, the corridor extended into the depths, with the same iron railings and prison cells on one side, a cold wall on the other, and bottomless darkness in the distance.

It's like they're always going the same way.

... not quite right.

Wen Jianyan moved his fingers slowly, sticky sweat oozed out of his palm, and the cold shaft of the flashlight was covered with heat.

"A ghost hitting the wall?" Su Cheng asked in a low voice behind him.

"I'm not sure--"

Wen Jianyan subconsciously shook his head, but the next second, his answering voice was stuck in his throat, not up and down.