He spoke while slowly retreating. In the last moment his vision remained, he saw Lin Muyun make a turning motion, but the next second, his figure was completely obscured by the fog.

As expected, he hadn't fooled him after all… A self-deprecating smile appeared on Xia Qiang’s lips. Perhaps it was the last "Lin Muyun" that had given him away.

But it didn't matter anymore, since it was he who was being targeted.

Moreover, he had held that "Lin Muyun" in his heart for a long time.

He also didn't like the title "Young Master Lin," it was too distant, and too deliberate. Lin Muyun and the young masters of those great families that Xia Qiang was used to seeing were two completely different kinds of people.

He was refined, approachable, and unpretentious. More importantly, he had a heart that cared about others.

During this period of contact, Xia Qiang had long regarded him as one of his own, not simply as an object to be protected in a mission.

Xia Qiang truly hoped that someone like him could live on.

It would definitely be a fortunate thing if the Lin family had a young man of such quality as their future leader.

And Lin Muyun's final performance was worthy of Xia Qiang's evaluation of him.

He had not misjudged him. This young man was someone who could be trusted.

Lin Muyun sensed that it was he, Xia Qiang, who was being targeted, not himself, so he immediately turned around, wanting to save him.

Moreover, Xia Qiang was well aware that Lin Muyun did not have the means or ability to save him. This was a completely subconscious action, leaving no time to think.

Just as he had thought, once Lin Muyun turned around, his figure completely disappeared from the other's sight.

Although he knew he was being targeted, Xia Qiang did not give up on trying to survive, even though he knew that the chances of survival were already very slim.

He first calmed himself down, then immediately turned around. Behind him was empty.

The corridor became increasingly gloomy and dark, shrouded in fog both in front and behind, and seemed to stretch on endlessly.

He took one last look at the spot where Lin Muyun had disappeared, then walked in the opposite direction.

His steps became slower and heavier, his legs became stiff, and even more frightening, a cold wind kept blowing on the back of his neck.

It felt like someone was standing behind him, breathing on him, and getting closer and closer.

He had no doubt that the moment the other party was completely pressed against his back would be the moment of his death.

It seemed that their speculation was correct. The killer needed to approach unnoticed and stand behind a person to trigger the killing condition.

At the same time, he noticed something very strange. His shadow… the shadow he left on the ground seemed to be controlled by some force.

It was a strange feeling, a force was being applied to his shadow, making it cold and stiff, which in turn affected the movements of his body.

"Influencing the main body through the shadow!" Xia Qiang's heart tightened. The killer seemed to be stepping on his shadow, making every step he took feel like he was dragging a heavy object.

"Since the killer attacks from behind, what would happen if I found a wall and pressed my back against it, leaving no gap?" This idea took shape in Xia Qiang's mind. Although simple, Xia Qiang thought it was worth a try.

Without hesitation, he immediately turned around and pressed his back tightly against the wall.

1 second.

2 seconds.

…

After a few seconds, the cold feeling behind him gradually dissipated, as if the invisible person… had left his back.

"It worked!" Xia Qiang himself found it unbelievable that such a simple action could get rid of the killer's entanglement.

And more importantly, he could keep this posture until the rain stopped and the mission ended.

At the same time, he could feel a malicious gaze spying on him not far away.

It was the killer.

Without a doubt.

Xia Qiang couldn't help but hold his breath. It seemed that the other party had only temporarily failed to find a way to kill him, rather than completely letting him go.

This gave Xia Qiang a very bad feeling.

If he couldn't find the killer's location, he couldn't drive it away like Jiang Cheng, and the killer would keep缠着him until it found a suitable opportunity to kill him.

But with his back always against the wall, what could the killer do?

Xia Qiang wondered. He tried to keep his back pressed against the wall and slowly moved along the wall, but the cold gaze moved with him.

Until Xia Qiang suddenly heard a strange sound in his ear.

"Patta."

"Chua—"

"Patta."

"Chua—"

…

It sounded like someone's footsteps, but not an ordinary person, but… a person with a twisted body and a strange way of walking.

Xia Qiang didn't understand why he had such a specific idea in his mind. He couldn't explain it, it was like an intuition.

But what he couldn't understand was that the killer shouldn't make any sound when walking. In other words, what was coming wasn't the killer, so what else could it be?

Could it be that another ghost was hidden in the fog besides the killer?

This guess couldn't help but make Xia Qiang's back feel cold. After all, he could avoid the killer's pursuit by keeping his back against the wall, but facing another completely unfamiliar ghost, he didn't know the other party's killing method.

Not leaving him too much time, a blurred shadow soon appeared in the fog.

The moment the shadow appeared from the fog, Xia Qiang felt a chill run from his feet to the top of his head.

It was a person.

To be precise, it was a dead person whose head was split in half.

Yuan Xiaotian!

His head was split in half, hanging on his neck. As he walked, red and white sticky liquid kept dripping, the scene was eerie and terrifying.

The only eye embedded in his eye socket turned stiffly, and finally stared at Xia Qiang's face.

"Xiaotian…" Xia Qiang's expression was lost for a moment.

After looking into Yuan Xiaotian's only remaining eye, Xia Qiang couldn't help but shiver, not because the eye revealed such a cold meaning, but on the contrary, he saw fear and entanglement in that eye.

This gave Xia Qiang a bold idea, Yuan Xiaotian… was not dead!

Even if his head was split in half and his brains were smeared all over the ground, he was not dead, really not dead, he was still conscious!

Judging from his current movements, he was more like being controlled by something, and the actions he was taking were not what he wanted.

It was the killer!

In other words, he was now the killer's helper.

Before Xia Qiang could continue to think, "Yuan Xiaotian" swayed over, then stretched out two blood-stained hands and grabbed at Xia Qiang.

After Xia Qiang reacted, he quickly walked to the side while贴着the wall, but the speed of walking贴着the wall was too slow, and he was eventually caught by "Yuan Xiaotian".

His hand was like a pair of iron tongs, grabbing and not letting go, pulling Xia Qiang down the wall.