The string of dangerous and bizarre experiences that preceded this left Kuang Feifan deeply concerned for He Shaoqing, but having barely saved his own life, he had no opportunity to call out and inquire about his friend’s condition. He shouted for a long time, yet no echo of He Shaoqing came from within the building. Kuang Feifan sighed; though he didn't know He Shaoqing’s current state, everything he had just endured suggested his friend was likely no better off.

Kuang Feifan straightened up. He had to hurry and find He Shaoqing, the playmate he had grown up with. He certainly didn't want to meet his end in this wretched building, especially since, unlike himself, He Shaoqing possessed no miraculous item like the 'Mani Stone' pendant.

There were two more rooms ahead in the hallway, and two mirrors. Kuang Feifan stared at the mirror before him, resolving that whatever came next, he would smash the mirror first. Decided, he acted.

He tested the weight of the pendant in his hand, took a few quick, charged steps, and without giving the mirror a second glance, swung his arm and struck it hard. With a sharp crack, the mirror shattered in response. He glanced at the utterly pulverized glass, let out a soft grunt, and then turned to face the door opposite.

The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light bleeding from within. He found it strange; why wasn't the door wide open? He had explicitly stated he would check this room after separating from He Shaoqing.

Could his friend still be inside? With his thoughts in turmoil, Kuang Feifan rushed forward and kicked the door forcefully. With a loud thud, his foot met the door solidly.

Instead of flying open as he expected, the door remained unmoved. He was jarred backward several steps by the force of his own kick, his thigh aching with numbness. Even after witnessing so many bizarre phenomena, the fact that he couldn't kick open a door that was clearly only latched surprised Kuang Feifan.

Frowning, he crouched down, peering through the gap in the door. The moment his eyes drew near, the light through the crack dimmed. Across the narrow opening, he clearly saw a pair of eyes staring directly back at him—and that head was being held in a pair of hands.

Suddenly confronted by a severed head held aloft, Kuang Feifan instinctively staggered back several paces in shock. He shook his head to clear it and regain his composure. Though momentarily stunned, he hadn't clearly seen the features of the head, but he felt certain it wasn't He Shaoqing.

In a daze, he recalled the figure wearing red clothing and long hair—it must have been that female ghost in red. Yet, this realization only intensified his worry for He Shaoqing's safety. A chilling voice suddenly emanated from behind the door.

It began with a small, childlike sound: "I want this toy." While not inherently terrifying, the voice was so sharp, like a needle, that it stabbed directly into Kuang Feifan’s mind, causing a distinct, throbbing pain in his head. Immediately following, a second voice, a woman’s, sounded hollow and devoid of emotion: "Alright, don't rush, soon." Every word she spoke sounded as if it were being wrenched out stiffly. Kuang Feifan froze.

Could the 'toy' mentioned in this exchange refer to him? "Who are you? What have you done to He Shaoqing?" Kuang Feifan shouted into the room from the hallway.

The voices inside completely ignored him. The smaller voice spoke again: "The toy ruined my room." The woman’s voice responded: "Keep it secured; play slowly." The voices aggravated Kuang Feifan’s headache. He rubbed his temples in frustration.

"Nonsense! I won’t let you treat me like a toy!" Grit in his teeth, suppressing the pain, he repeated his tactic, slamming the 'Mani Stone' pendant from his palm against the door while shouting, "Lin Bing..." The door instantly flew open. The female ghost behind it, who had been holding the head, seemed apprehensive and drifted backward.

As the door swung wide, Kuang Feifan instantly took in the scene. This room was unlike the last one; not a single piece of furniture remained. The red-clad female ghost floated in the center of the room, holding the head, her feet inches above the floor.

Behind her stood an infant that looked barely born. However, no normal infant could stand upright. This child stood perfectly straight on two legs behind the female ghost.

Its skin was a pale, ashen white, with faint, eerie purplish-blue patterns visible in places, resembling either subcutaneous vessels or the cracked lines formed by parched earth. These markings were jarringly incongruous with the small body. On its disproportionately large head, two white eyes, lacking pupils, stared fixedly at Kuang Feifan outside the door.

It held one hand up, sucking its little finger, a slight upturn at the corner of its mouth. While this gesture might be charming on a normal baby, on this creature, it radiated a sense of grotesque terror. Its other hand seemed to be dragging something, but the female ghost obscured the view, making it impossible to discern what it was.

Kuang Feifan surveyed the room, recalling his prior encounters. He surmised that the pair before him were the entities causing trouble in this building. Looking at the female ghost instilled only a degree of fear, but seeing the large-headed monstrous infant brought forth not only uncontrollable dread but also a wave of nausea—perhaps due to the face covered in fine wrinkles and the disgusting image of the entrails he’d seen being dragged earlier.

Having endured successive scenes of horror and revulsion, Kuang Feifan seemed to have become somewhat numb. His initial extreme terror had morphed into intense rage. His inherent stubbornness, coupled with courage beyond the ordinary, surged within him.

He loudly addressed the two figures in the room: "What exactly do you want?" The large-headed infant picked at its lips and mumbled indistinctly, "The thing in the hand is annoying; let's leave first." Kuang Feifan blinked. Did they fear the pendant he held? He hesitated for a moment, then, with a hardening of resolve, raised the pendant and charged into the room, driven by an impulse to resolve things head-on, prepared to fight to the death.

However, the female ghost and the large-headed infant seemed to have no such intention. Seeing him charge in, the infant let out a derisive snort and, along with the head-holding ghost, rapidly vanished into the opposite wall. On the wall surface, the eerie, blood-colored cross remained.

Kuang Feifan rushed into the room only to find empty space, feeling like a punch had landed on cotton—a hollow void left him breathless. He couldn't help but cry out to the ceiling, "Come out! You two, come out for me!" In the empty room, only his own voice echoed from the four corners; no one answered.

Gritting his teeth, he savagely pounded on the walls everywhere, hoping to force the two ghosts out. But after reddening his hands, there was still no sign of anything unusual. Yet, this outburst allowed his impulsive mind to cool down.

He felt a chill of belated fear; that heedless action had been reckless. If those two had attacked him from behind while he was hitting the walls... He was unaware that his reckless behavior had actually stimulated the spiritual power contained within the 'Mani Stone' pendant.

During that period, his entire body had been enveloped in a field of light invisible to the naked eye. In truth, under those conditions, no spectral entity could have approached within three feet of his body. Regrettably, once he calmed down, that light barrier gradually dissipated.

Seeing no trace of He Shaoqing remaining in the room, Kuang Feifan felt he couldn't linger. Shaking his hand, he quickly exited the room. Only the final room remained before the corner of the hallway.

Kuang Feifan stood midway down the corridor. From this spot, he could see that the door to that last room was also ajar. Given the current situation, he had no idea if He Shaoqing was in there, but he still had to proceed.

Even if He Shaoqing wasn't in that room, he might be around the corner. Since the building seemed so small, if he didn't move forward, tracking He Shaoqing would be impossible. Kuang Feifan never imagined that the moment he took his first step toward the final room, the 'Mani Stone' in his hand immediately burst forth with a ball of bright yellow light.

Simultaneously, the hallway in his vision twisted without warning. In an instant, the entire corridor was shrouded in misty fog, filled with eerie, chilling drafts. Even more startling, the mist appeared a faint green to his eyes, and the hallway, within this green haze, transformed into a path stretching infinitely at both ends, with countless closed doors appearing along the sides.

Kuang Feifan felt a wave of dizziness and a tightness in his chest. His heart gave a jolt. Could the fog be poisonous?

He adjusted his breathing, striving to take fewer breaths—a technique taught to him by a comrade during his training. Though not some profound secret art, it had proven highly beneficial. However, this breathing method seemed ineffective; the dizziness did not subside.

He suddenly recalled a story his girlfriend once told him—at least, a story he had always believed it to be: the "Ghost Wall." His girlfriend had explained that a "Ghost Wall" was when a spirit used its power to create an illusory space superimposed upon the real one, confusing those who entered the true space, blurring the line between reality and illusion, thus trapping them within a specific area, unable to escape. "Is this... is this a Ghost Wall?" Kuang Feifan muttered to himself.

He bit his lip hard, hoping the sharp pain would keep him clear-headed. While he wasn't sure if it would work, he did remember his girlfriend mentioning that a Ghost Wall was only an illusion, that it only tricked the eyes, and the real space still existed; one could walk out if one was not misled by the phantom realm. "The mirror," Kuang Feifan’s eyes brightened, and the word slipped out.

If he remembered correctly, he should reach the last mirror after walking about ten paces forward. The fog seemed to be thickening rapidly; his vision began to blur, and even breathing became difficult. Kuang Feifan knew the situation was urgent.

Although no actual ghost was physically threatening his life, the longer he remained in the illusory space, the longer he would be lost—he would either suffocate or become hopelessly trapped. Kuang Feifan instinctively pressed the pendant against his chest, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Bai Ru, help me."