Chapter 195: White Candle

B2-7 Storage Room.

This is a key hint for Chen Shao on the Infiltrator Rules slip.

He skillfully avoided the scattered clutter on the floor, like a mouse familiar with its own nest, and precisely found that inconspicuous room.

The door was unlocked.

He pushed the door open and a long‑sealed musty smell hit his face.

The room was small, filled with all sorts of discarded medical equipment and cardboard boxes.

Chen Shao's eyes swept quickly through the room and finally settled on an unremarkable wooden crate in the corner.

He walked over and opened the crate without any hesitation.

Inside the crate, a neat row of White Candles was stacked.

That whiteness, in the dim surroundings, exuded a morbid, corpse‑like pallor.

【Igniting a White Candle can cancel the effect of one red Candle.】

The rule echoed in his mind.

There was no expression on Chen Shao's face.

He took a match from his pocket, struck it, and lit one of the White Candles.

A faint, cold white flame instantly illuminated his refined face.

The eyes behind the lenses reflected an almost maddening calm.

"Yao Yao......"

He whispered softly.

"Brother, it's almost successful."

At the moment the White Candle was lit.

The entire second underground level seemed to have something fully activated.

In the Corridor, the mountain‑high, densely packed Corpse‑wrapping Bags began to emit a faint, hair‑raising rustling sound.

Immediately after.

They began to writhe.

At first it was only a slight tremor, but soon it turned into a violent struggle as if something inside were trying to Break Cocoon!

On the other side.

In a Storage Room piled with discarded hospital beds, Jiang Yuan was leaning against the wall corner, gasping heavily.

The Shadow Ghost's backlash and invasion were more terrifying than he had imagined.

An extreme weakness and cold, like bone‑gnawing maggots, entrenched in his limbs and bones, frantically devouring the little life force he had left.

He felt like a sponge drained of moisture, even lifting a single finger was immensely difficult.

"Damn......"

Jiang Yuan muttered low, and darkness flickered before his eyes.

He knew he had to stay here to rest until he regained strength, then go find the scattered Chen Shao and the others.

But at that moment.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of several items piled in the room's corner.

Human‑shaped, wrapped in thick canvas.

"Rustle......"

A sticky sound, like nails scraping the inside of canvas, emanated from those Corpse‑wrapping Bags.

Jiang Yuan's hair stood on end!

He stared fixedly at those Corpse‑wrapping Bags.

They began to twist and writhe irregularly, the amplitude growing larger!

Puff!

The top of one Corpse‑wrapping Bag was suddenly torn open by a pair of pallid hands!

Immediately, a monster whose skin was rotting and oozing yellow pus struggled out from inside!

Puff! Puff!

One after another.

All the Corpse‑wrapping Bags in the room were ripped open!

One by one, grotesquely twisted monsters of various forms crawled out, turning their stiff necks to collectively aim their hollow "faces" at the room's sole living being.

Why?

Why are these corpses coming to life?

There was no time to ponder the cause; what surfaced in Jiang Yuan's mind was a countermeasure.

Run?

He could barely stand, let alone run.

Fight?

Conventional Flying Cards are useless against these monsters!

The only option left is......

Jiang Yuan felt the cold force inside him wildly eroding his body.

He had a strong premonition.

Just one or two more uses.

The Shadow Ghost within him would completely break free from his wavering will and fully recover.

By that time, the one who dies will be him.

This is a situation of certain death.

Either, be torn to shreds by the monster before him.

Or, use the power of the Shadow Ghost, then be devoured by the Shadow Ghost.

Either way, it's death!

"Heh heh......"

Those monsters emitted unintelligible howls, staggering forward step by step, approaching Jiang Yuan.

The rotting stench was almost suffocating.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

Jiang Yuan could clearly see that in one monster's gaping mouth, crawling maggots filled it.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Yet on his face appeared a grim, mad smile.

"Damn......"

"You wanna eat me?"

"Come on!"

"Even if I die, I'll drag you bastards down with me!"

"Come out!"

He let out a final roar in his heart!

Boom!

The small shadow beneath his feet, at that moment, erupted like a volcano!

A darkness more violent and vast than any before swept the entire room!

Countless thick black tentacles, carrying the madness of destroying everything, lunged at the staggering monsters!

Tearing!

Devouring!

Crushing!

This was a slaughter without suspense!

The monsters that were nightmares to ordinary people were as fragile as paper before the fully berserk Shadow Ghost!

At the same time.

In another side passage.

Li Na was stumbling in a desperate flight.

Her hands were bound behind her back, making her escape posture miserable.

But she dared not stop.

Because behind her, the monsters crawling out of the Corpse-wrapping Bag were issuing heh-heh cries, pursuing relentlessly!

Suddenly, she saw a half-open door not far ahead.

Survival instinct gave her a final burst of strength, like a wild deer chased to the edge of a cliff, she charged forward with all her might!

She slammed the door open with her shoulder, tumbling and crawling inside!

Bang!

She braced her back against the door, shutting it tight to block out the terrifying howls outside.

"Hah...... hah...... hah......"

Li Na collapsed to the ground, her chest heaving violently, drenched in cold sweat.

The relief of having survived left her mind blank.

Leaning against the door, she greedily breathed the room's murky but at least bloodless air.

Just then.

A gentle, familiar voice echoed softly from the shadows of the room.

"Li Na?"

Li Na's body jerked stiff!

She lifted her head, looking toward the source of the voice.

In the corner of the room, a figure was slowly rising to its feet.

It was Chen Shao!

He wore glasses, his face bearing that signature refined and composed expression.

The only odd thing was that he held a lit white candle in his hands.

That pallid, cold flame lit half his face brightly, while the other half remained hidden in deep darkness.

"Chen...... Chen Shao?"

Li Na's voice trembled with disbelief and joy.

"Don't be afraid."

Chen Shao walked toward her, his face showing a comforting gentle smile.

He stopped before Li Na, gazing at her with that soft look.

"There are no Corpse-wrapping Bags here; we're safe for now."