Feeling that he was now safe, Jiang Che let out a small sigh of relief.
He wasn't afraid of dying, but he didn't want to let Ding Ning down.
He wanted even more to finish the trial that Ding Ning had given him in the best state possible.
He surveyed the corridor; the walls were extremely old, and the floor was scattered with broken glass.
The dust was thick—even a single step would stir tiny clouds of it into the air.
Jiang Che looked into the distance; at the end was a shattered glass window, and then a left turn at the corner.
When he'd walked out of that bright passage earlier, the howling and slobbering noises behind him had vanished, fading off to somewhere further away.
Now, he felt like he was following behind some evil ghost.
It didn't seem to have gone far—the sound of its breathing was always at the end, so indistinct he couldn't tell if it came from beyond the broken window or from the corner ahead.
