Yuan Xiaotian, who was already unsteady on his feet, was sent flying, scraping along the ground for five or six meters. Lin Muwan was also overturned by the massive force.

But she quickly stood up. Jiang Cheng saw her wipe the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then run back without looking back.

"Muwan!" Lin Muyun couldn't help but shout.

Just as Lin Muwan turned around, exposing her back, the killer seemed to receive some kind of signal. He immediately turned around, his toes pointed in the direction Lin Muwan was running.

A moment later, Yuan Xiaotian's figure on the ground struggled to stand up, then chased after Lin Muwan in a very strange posture.

His head, split in two, swayed in the air, constantly dripping wet liquid.

Jiang Cheng's heart suddenly sank as his gaze swept to the side.

The killer, who had been standing on the other side, had disappeared.

"Where did the killer go?" Lin Muyun immediately noticed this as well, his face exceptionally ugly. After all, the killer's target had shifted to his only sister.

Lin Muwan was running towards the emergency exit, not the main door.

How could Lin Muyun not understand? She wanted to lure the killer away, then leave the hope of survival to him and this Mr. Jiang.

Now, the entire hall was empty. The door that represented the path to survival was not far away. As long as they walked out, they could survive.

"You go first. You're too weak. Staying here will only be a burden to me." Jiang Cheng pushed him towards the door. "Wait for me outside. I'll bring your sister out."

After saying that, Jiang Cheng didn't give Lin Muyun a chance to explain and immediately chased after the direction Lin Muwan disappeared.

Lin Muyun glanced at the door, then his expression turned fierce. He took a few quick steps, grabbed a chair, weighed it a few times, and then chased after Jiang Cheng with it.

"Huff—"

"Huff—"

Lin Muwan rushed into the emergency exit, head down, running up the stairs non-stop. She had never run so fast, because her body wouldn't allow it.

She gasped for breath, her heart pounding as if it were about to explode, but she felt an unspeakable sense of joy, even overwhelming the fear of death.

She had helped her brother and Mr. Jiang, helping them escape from the killer's threat.

She did it all by herself.

There were footsteps behind her, constantly chasing, it was definitely Yuan Xiaotian.

She remembered that strange sound of footsteps, like her feet never leaving the ground, her shoes dragging, scraping along the floor.

She had been running too fast just now, she didn't have time to look around. She didn't count how many floors she had run, but roughly, it should be six or seven.

The stairwell was darker than outside. She needed to concentrate hard to see the surroundings clearly. That thin mist had returned, bringing her pressure.

Suddenly, she stopped.

As if she had discovered something strange, she frowned, staring intently at a spot on the wall at the corner.

The wall directly in front of her.

The next second, her breathing suddenly became rapid, and her body subconsciously retreated, almost falling down the stairs.

A window had appeared on the wall.

No, not a window!

A painting!

It was a painting hanging on the wall, an oil painting! The "window" was painted on, but it was painted so realistically, it looked like a real one.

As the mist dissipated little by little, the area exposed on the wall became larger and larger. Around the "window," a large, bronze-colored frame with a metallic sheen appeared.

Lin Muwan's mind went blank. If Jiang Cheng were standing here, he would immediately think of what happened to the store owner at the escape room.

But that didn't matter anymore, because Lin Muwan saw a terrifying figure behind the window in the painting.

The killer!

The killer was standing in the painting!

He was separated from her only by that window.

Then, in Lin Muwan's helpless and desperate gaze, the killer stretched out his only remaining arm and, with a "creak—" slowly pushed open the window separating the two.

A dark hand reached out from the opened window, extending out of the painting.

Run!

She had only one thought left: to run as far as possible, to run anywhere, just to get away from here, away from the dark and narrow stairwell, away from this ghostly painting, and away from the killer!

She rushed to the safety door, pulled it open, but as she was about to rush out, she stopped in her tracks, dumbfounded.

Outside... was the hall on the first floor that she had left not long ago!

And what made her even more desperate was that a stiff figure was walking towards her with strange steps, a sinister smile seemingly on his face, split in two.

Yuan Xiaotian!

How could this be?

Lin Muwan felt like she was about to collapse. She couldn't understand what was happening. She had clearly run far up the stairs, how could she still be on the first floor?

What was all that running for?

Her body went limp, and she slowly retreated until she tripped over a step on the stairs. She trembled and turned her head, and in the corner of the wall not far away, the killer had already extended his entire arm and most of his head.

The eyes hidden under the transparent tape were staring intently at her face, the torn corners of his mouth seemed to be emitting a silent mockery.

She slowly curled up, with Yuan Xiaotian closing in from the front and the killer about to crawl out of the painting from behind. For this girl, it was a nightmare she had never imagined.

Recent scenes replayed in her mind frame by frame, like a movie: her brother, Xia Qiang, and that reliable Mr. Jiang...

Lin Muwan clenched her arm, finally unable to hold back, and sobbed softly.

Yuan Xiaotian got closer and closer. Lin Muwan, with her head lowered, even noticed the swaying shadow approaching her feet.

The shadow had no head, only two petal-like things hanging on its neck, teetering.

But the next second, she heard a "thump" in her ear, and then a light seemed to appear in front of her. Lin Muwan subconsciously raised her head.

She saw Yuan Xiaotian's body staggering, almost falling, and a man with a chair was frantically raising the chair and smashing it down on Yuan Xiaotian.

Her brother!

There was light in Lin Muwan's eyes. She had never seen her gentle brother have such a violent side.

However, her brother's attacks did not cause any substantial damage to Yuan Xiaotian, except for shaking him a little.

Fortunately, another figure crashed into Yuan Xiaotian at the same time as he rushed in, then passed her and immediately rushed behind her.

Lin Muwan's first reaction was to remind him to be careful of the killer, after all, he had already crawled out halfway...

But when she turned her head, she saw Jiang Cheng grabbing the half-opened window and slamming it shut, trapping the killer's outstretched arm and head in the crack. At the same time, he was cursing, hoping to crush him to death.

She didn't know if she was seeing things, but Lin Muwan seemed to see a black outline behind Jiang Cheng, covering him.