Chapter 80: Exit

Su Tingting was stunned, until Yang Xiao gave her a hard pat, "Run!"

Kuang Hongyi hoisted a chair and smashed it heavily against the wooden window of the side room; when one attempt failed, he continued to smash, completely ignoring the blood continuously spurting from the wound on his shoulder.

Yang Xiao pulled out the axe tied to his back and hacked fiercely at the connection between the wooden window and the wall. Finally, the two of them combined their strength to smash the window on the right to pieces. Kuang Hongyi jumped out first, then pulled Su Tingting out after him.

As Yang Xiao climbed out, he looked back one last time and happened to see Chun Jie kneeling with a trembling body beside the twisted corpse of the Second Young Mistress. The next second, she raised her swollen, rotting hand and slapped the dead fetus on the ground into a pulp, flesh and blood splashing into the air.

After escaping, the three of them realized that the entire Feng Mansion was now in chaos. Ghost Mist filled the air, and everywhere there were screams, tearing sounds, and the *patter-patter* sound of footsteps in water. In the distance, flashes of fire appeared, as if houses were burning.

"Why... why would Chun Jie kill the Second Young Mistress? That was her daughter!" Su Tingting's mind was still stuck on the horrific scene from just a moment ago; the Second Young Mistress's body had exploded like a watermelon.

"It might be because of that child. I just saw Chun Jie smash that child to pieces!" There were screams everywhere nearby, and for a moment, Yang Xiao did not know where to go.

"Just because that child was of the Feng family's blood?" Su Tingting's face was deathly pale.

"What's the use of saying that now?" Yang Xiao looked at Kuang Hongyi, "Brother Kuang, where exactly is the exit you mentioned?"

Kuang Hongyi clutched his shoulder, fresh blood seeping through his fingers, "I don't know, I... I don't know either. Logically, it should have appeared by now. Could it be... could it be that we were wrong?"

"Ah!! Save... save me quickly!!"

The gate of the main hall was knocked open by a figure, but before they could run more than a few steps, the figure fell to the ground. Looking closely, it was the Martial Master surnamed Zhao who had followed them the whole way.

At this moment, Martial Master Zhao was in a wretched state, his hair disheveled and his sword missing. He lay on the ground struggling incessantly, but he could not crawl away, as if he were imprisoned in place by some kind of force.

"Don't pull me, let go! Let go, quickly!" the Martial Master surnamed Zhao roared back, his entire person already broken.

Yang Xiao suddenly noticed that Martial Master Zhao's body was moving backward bit by bit, and his left foot was already gone. There was a puddle of water on the stone steps, and there was something in the puddle, grabbing his left leg and dragging it inside!

"Hummm~~"

Almost at the same time, a strange humming sound rang in the ears of all three, Yang Xiao, Kuang Hongyi, and Su Tingting. With the onset of this sound, the pupils of Kuang Hongyi, who had already fallen into despair, lit up, "It's here! It's here!!"

The next second, an indescribable feeling spread rapidly from the bottom of his heart, guiding Yang Xiao to look toward the southeast, as if something different had appeared there.

"The exit is about to appear! Go, hurry and go!"

Kuang Hongyi was incoherent with excitement and took the lead.

The gray Ghost Mist nearby obscured everything, and visibility was reduced to only about 5 meters. Through the mist, the surrounding environment became twisted and strange. The hissing and screaming sounds that occasionally came from behind the mist were even more chilling; tonight, the Feng Mansion had completely devolved into hell.

Although the three were anxious, they dared not walk too fast. They could see that they were about to escape, and if they rushed forward and ran into those ghost things, it would be a truly unjust death.

"Be careful, everyone, watch your feet, don't step into water puddles," Yang Xiao reminded in a low voice. Those harmful things were all drowned ghosts, and water was an important medium.

It was easier said than done, but it was raining at the moment, and the uneven road surface easily accumulated water, which greatly limited the speed of the three.

The three kept walking toward the southeast, but soon, they realized something was wrong. Ever since they left the gate of the side courtyard, they had not encountered a single wall; the ground under their feet had been a muddy dirt road the whole time.

There were countless courtyards and corridors in the Feng Mansion; how could this be?

Kuang Hongyi turned around, kept scanning the surroundings, and whispered, "It's a Ghost Wall."

Yang Xiao also understood at this moment that they were trapped by dirty things. In fact, they didn't even need to kill them; as long as they trapped them for another hour or so, they would never get out.

"Drip."

A raindrop landed on Su Tingting's face. In a normal state, Su Tingting would not have noticed this raindrop, as it was raining anyway.

But this raindrop was different. It slid down the side of Su Tingting's face bit by bit; it was warm and had a viscous texture.

Su Tingting wiped it with her hand; her fingers felt slippery and a bit sticky. Su Tingting then looked up, and with just that one glance, her legs went weak with fear.

"Up... above!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiao and Kuang Hongyi immediately looked up, only to see a corpse hanging high by its feet. At this moment, it was facing downward, staring at them with blood-red eyes.

Along the corpse's parted lips, viscous liquid kept sliding down.

It was Martial Master Zhao!

Drowned ghosts had the instinct to find a substitute. It seemed this newly dead Martial Master Zhao had set his sights on them and was unwilling to let them leave.

"Look down, don't look at his eyes." Yang Xiao was the first to withdraw his gaze and began to walk forward with his head down, while taking care to avoid the water puddles under his feet, "Follow me closely."

The three walked with their heads down for a while, feeling it was about enough. Yang Xiao was the first to lift his head, "Hiss—" he couldn't help but gasp. Martial Master Zhao was still above his head, and even more terrifyingly, the arms of Martial Master Zhao, which were hanging down limply, seemed to be closer to them.

Yang Xiao had no doubt that as long as there was enough time, those hands of Martial Master Zhao would definitely be able to grab them.

What to do?

How... how exactly could they escape?

"The three of you... *cough cough*, are you three Lucky Guests ahead?" Suddenly, a very light voice with a heavy accent came from the mist.

Yang Xiao immediately recognized it; the voice was very familiar, it seemed to be the coachman who had driven their carriage earlier, if he remembered correctly, his surname was Wu.

At a time like this, Yang Xiao could only treat a dead horse as a living one, so he shouted toward the mist, "Is that Brother Wu?"

"Oh my, it really is... it really is you all." Brother Wu's voice also sounded very scared, even carrying a sobbing tone, "You... you must... must not look up! You must not!"

"Brother Wu, we are trapped and can't get out. Do you have a way?" Yang Xiao asked anxiously, "We won't let you help for nothing, we have silver, lots of silver!"

"You... you have been haunted by a Hanged Ghost, it is right... right above your heads. You must not look up, I will come over and pull you out."

Afterward, the three of them heard a rustling sound, and the sound grew closer and closer, "Can you see me?" Brother Wu asked.

Yang Xiao quietly waved his hand behind him, signaling the three to spread out a bit, while he alone stood still, "Can't..."

Before Yang Xiao could finish the third word, he suddenly saw a pair of footprints appear on the ground in front of him, but he saw no one. The tips of the footprints were pointed directly at him, coming straight for him.