Chapter 1478: Chapter 903: Encounter_5
Munan’s thought was simple: if she could save someone, she would try; if saving them was impossible, she at least needed to figure out what this ghost was, how it killed, and pave the way for tomorrow night’s teammates, just like Chu Xi and Zhou Mingxiao.
The Nightmare World has never been a place for solo battles; even the strongest individuals need cooperation. If someone offends all their teammates, regardless of having great power, they’re surely doomed.
This place isn’t like the outside world; no matter how strong the Angel Envoy is, they’ll be suppressed by the Nightmare World and reduced to ordinary people.
When she first encountered the Nightmare World, she heard a senior mention that, in some ways, the Nightmare World can be considered the fairest arena.
She arrived in front of this door and looked inside. It was an equally charred world with another office area, yet clearly more advanced. There’s a small open space nearby, with a few small rooms which should be where Chen’s Strange Film Industry’s leadership works.
Suddenly, Yang Yan seemed to have received a severe fright, staggering back with wide eyes, as if she’d seen a ghost. If Munan hadn’t caught her, she might have run.
"Let go of me! Quickly, let go!" Yang Yan fiercely struggled, almost getting into a scuffle with Munan.
"What’s wrong with you?" Munan asked.
"Didn’t you see? There’s a ghost, it’s a ghost!" Yang Yan instinctively wanted to shout aloud, yet out of fear, she didn’t dare, causing the situation to momentarily freeze.
"Ghost?"
Munan quickly scanned the inside again; she saw nothing. "Where’s the ghost?"
This made Yang Yan even more terrified. Shaking, she pointed toward a charred room in the office area, "Just... standing there, can’t you see?"
Munan followed the direction of Yang Yan’s pointing, but saw nothing beyond the charred ruins.
She picked up the DV machine to film, capturing an area resembling a reception zone with comfortable leather sofas, upscale tea seats, and a European-style round table.
Near this area were scattered individual offices, their doors bearing signs: Manager’s Office, Director’s Office, Writer’s Room, Makeup Room, and so on, plus a large conference room with double doors.
The location Yang Yan pointed at was precisely the Writer’s Room.
In reality, the Writer’s Room was also burned to ruins, with the door gone, leaving inside a mess.
At this moment, Yang Yan was urgent too, being targeted by the ghost herself. She forcefully broke free from Munan’s hand, accidentally knocking into the DV machine. Munan couldn’t hold it steady, and the machine dropped to the ground with a "thud".
Right as Munan felt a chill gripping her heart, bowing to pick up the DV machine, she inadvertently glanced inside the door, and just this brief look made her shiver.
There, outside the Writer’s Room door, where it was previously deserted, now stood someone, their back facing them, head down, using their head to bang on the door gently and rhythmically — "thud", "thud".
As Munan froze in shock, Yang Yan had already run far, darting into the corridor, her figure rapidly disappearing in the smoke.
Simultaneously, the "thud, thud" banging sound abruptly stopped, as if the man noticed something, suddenly turning around, raising two arms, and, with a speed no normal person could manage, dashed quickly toward Munan.
His arms straightened, raised to shoulder height, akin to Zombies from old Hong Kong movies, each small step rapid, reaching Munan almost instantly.
In that critical split second, Munan suppressed the instinct to turn and flee and instead reached for the DV machine — anyway, even if she ran fast, there was no way she could outrun the ghost.
The DV machine was her only chance.
As her fingers touched the DV machine, the Door-knocking Ghost had arrived before her, its claws already reaching for her neck.
Munan instinctively closed her eyes, her body collapsing to the ground in a twisted posture.
She lay still on the ground, waiting for half a minute, feeling nothing amiss in her body, before cautiously opening a slit in her eyelids — where had the Door-knocking Ghost gone?
The ghost was gone; she wasn’t dead; it hadn’t attacked her.
Relieved, Munan looked at the DV machine in her hand, finally understanding. This ghost was unusual; it wouldn’t attack anyone holding the DV machine.
Or rather, it wouldn’t impact anyone holding the DV machine at all. If Yang Yan hadn’t accidentally knocked out her DV machine, she wouldn’t even know about this ghost, neither seeing nor hearing it.
No wonder Zhou Mingxiao hadn’t encountered the ghost; he was alone last night, with the DV machine in his hands.
The Door-knocking Ghost had been here all along, it was just a matter of visibility.
Now Munan couldn’t see the ghost, wasn’t sure where it had gone, whether nearby or chasing after Yang Yan — she had no idea.
If she wanted to know the ghost’s location, it was simple. If she threw away the DV machine now, she’d know immediately.
However, as soon as the thought emerged, Munan stomped it down. She wanted to know the ghost’s whereabouts but wasn’t ready to die.
There is indeed such a possibility: as soon as she drops the DV machine, the ghost would be right in front of her — just imagining that scene is thrilling.
Though she couldn’t see the Door-knocking Ghost now, she could see Yang Yan. She took the DV machine and pursued along the path Yang Yan escaped, but upon entering the corridor, a heart-piercing scream suddenly resounded from the depths of the fog.
Yet the scream lasted only a moment before abruptly stopping, replaced by a series of dull, violent thudding sounds.
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
