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Without any lighting, the surroundings were quite dim, still filled with that odd, sourceless, eerie glow, which reminded him of yellowed old photographs.
In recent times, Yang Xiao's resilience had grown rapidly; after all, he had seen so many bizarre happenings. Just outside the hospital room was a corridor of the guesthouse, and he could accept this level of weirdness.
The entire guesthouse was deathly quiet. Yang Xiao tiptoed out the door, stepping on the old wooden floorboards that creaked beneath his shoes.
This did not feel like an illusion--he had truly returned, and he hadn't forgotten his mission to find Yu Shu and bring her home.
Trying to tread lightly, he approached Yu Shu's room. Just as he was about to push the door open, his foot touched something slippery and sticky.
Looking down, he saw the floor was smeared with bloodstains, extending from beneath his feet all the way to the end of the corridor where the stairs led downstairs.