William Clark felt a wave of relief in his heart. It seemed that it really worked.

However, just as William Clark was about to let out a sigh of relief, his gaze subconsciously shifted upward—and in the next instant, he felt as if he had plunged into an ice cellar!

Less than ten centimeters from his own face, right at the edge under the bed, there was a face—an upside-down face, a face smashed into a bloody pulp—staring at him intently!

Only then did William Clark realize that the female office worker had been hanging upside down, head down and legs up. The “thud, thud, thud” sounds she made while going up the stairs earlier weren’t footsteps at all, but the sound of her head banging against the floor as she moved.

Chapter 3: Good and Evil Will Be Repaid in the End

That twisted, caved-in, mangled face was smashed in by William Clark himself. Although it was his own handiwork, seeing it at such close range was a visual shock that was truly unimaginable unless experienced firsthand. William Clark felt every hair on his body stand on end, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Even the bravest person would have a primal, instinctive reaction when faced with such a scene.

“Heh heh... you’re here... heh heh... you’re here...”

The female office worker’s lips were torn, but she still bared her teeth in a grin. Her mouth emitted a stench like rotten fish, so foul it could make someone faint.

“Bang!”

The female office worker grabbed the bed in the opposite direction with both hands, and the entire bed was flipped over. William Clark rolled and scrambled up from the floor, while the female office worker lunged at him.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

A piercing scream rang out.

But it wasn’t William Clark who screamed—it was the female office worker.

At that moment, the woman from before had actually returned, and with her was an elderly man with a haggard face. The two of them, one man and one woman, each grabbed one of the female office worker’s feet, lifting her upside down into the air.

This woman and the old man were clearly not easy to deal with either. When William Clark turned on his flashlight, he saw that both their faces were ashen, and their bodies were emitting a chilling white mist, like when a refrigerator door is opened.

They were all ghosts,

No,

They were all ghostly things.

William Clark took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress his chaotic emotions. He was a very calm person—whether during exams, in love, or even when killing, he was always so composed. But faced with something so far beyond normal human comprehension, trying to maintain that absolute calm was already a fantasy.

Moreover, William Clark truly didn’t know what to do.

The living don’t know what to do,

But the dead,

Do.

“Fire, fire, burn her, burn her!”

The woman shouted at William Clark while holding tightly to one of the female office worker’s feet.

At this point, as the female office worker struggled violently, the woman and the old man were clearly having trouble restraining her. Even though both her legs were being held up and her hands and head couldn’t touch the ground, making her unable to move, she began to frantically bite the woman’s body, clawing desperately at the woman’s legs.

Right in front of William Clark, the woman’s legs had already been stripped of flesh, and her abdomen had been bitten open, with some blackened intestines spilling out.

The woman’s body was already convulsing. Even though she was dead, her body still had its limits. And the female office worker was clearly even more formidable—her claws were shrouded in black smoke, and wherever she grabbed the woman’s body, it looked as if it was burning.

On the other side, the old man bared his blackened teeth, wrapped his arms around the female office worker’s legs, and forcibly turned her toward himself.

Obviously, the old man didn’t want the woman to be bitten to death by the female office worker.

“Fire, fire, fire!”

William Clark’s eyes darted around the room, and then he spotted a simple gas stove in the corner. He ran over and turned it on.

“Click...”

“Click...”

“Click...”

William Clark kept striking the lighter, but it wouldn’t ignite—no spark came from the stove.

He glanced back. The old man was already being gnawed to pieces by the female office worker, his body on the verge of collapse.

“Damn it!”

William Clark crouched down, grabbed the gas canister, and shook it vigorously, then stood up and tried again.

“Click...”

Fire, fire!

A flame finally leapt up.

William Clark immediately turned around. There had been many banners and big-character posters under the bed earlier—William Clark remembered clearly. He rushed over, scooped them up, and set them alight on the fire, then charged straight at the female office worker.

At this point, William Clark didn’t care about anything else—not whether the fire would also hurt the two ghosts who had helped him. He simply hurled the burning banners and posters at the female office worker.