บท 70: Seventy. Then close the net.

"Uh..."

The youth was so struck by the cruel reality that he couldn't speak.

No more rooms appeared ahead, but the corridor was gradually narrowing; what had been a normal passage could now only accommodate two people walking side by side, squeezed together.

The formation changed, with Lu Li naturally walking in front, and the youth falling behind.

As they progressed, the corridor continued to narrow until only one person could pass through.

The youth vaguely felt that something was wrong and called out to Lu Li, placing his palms on the walls covered in graffiti.

Seconds later, his face turned ashen: "The walls are closing in!"

"It's just a trick of the Ghost House, meant to fool people; they can't really close in."

Lu Li, who had not been drawn into the narrative of the Ghost House at all, replied.