"Still no way out?" After just receiving another injection, my body was already starting to recover. I grew increasingly curious about what exactly Yuna Ji was giving me to eat all the time.
Hugh Thompson stood at the entrance, shining his flashlight around, while Justin Huang sat against the rock wall, cradling Mandy Lou in his arms.
"Are you sure those wounds of yours are really okay?"
"Hey, it's nothing, Ethan. These little injuries—just some food and a good night's sleep and I'll be fine. But Mandy, we need to get her out of here fast. Her body is way too cold. Maybe the rest of us will be alright, but she could be in real trouble."
Looking at Mandy Lou's pale cheeks and lips already turning purple from the cold, I tried to break the formation at the entrance, but it was useless—just touching it sent a sharp pain through my hand.
I really couldn't figure it out—Frank Niu was so young, how could he already use Silver Sigils?
"It really isn't normal. That kid's got skills—he's only twenty-five this year. He always kept a low profile at school, never compared himself to anyone. As soon as he graduated, he told Chief Stone he wanted to go back to his own place."
Now I finally understood the saying, 'You can't judge a book by its cover.' Frank Niu always put on a goofy, carefree face when we got here, but it was all an act.
Right now, what we needed most was to get out of here as soon as possible.
"Where did Frank Niu go?"
Hugh Thompson shook his head.
"When I went out just now, that Drowned Wraith woke up. I was going to try something, but it controlled Mandy Lou and made her run back. That's when Frank Niu showed up and told me a few things, then started sealing the entrance. There's probably another ghost outside. I can get in and out of this formation, but the real problem is you two."
With a thunderous crash, a huge rockslide came from the left not far away. Hugh Thompson and I quickly shone our flashlights over. A large section of the rock wall had collapsed, revealing a pile of white bones embedded inside.
Looking closer, all the skeletons were dressed in police uniforms. Hugh Thompson walked over, picked up a shoulder badge with a serial number starting with Z.
"They're members of the 98th Ghost Burial Squad, seven years ahead of me. So they all died here." Hugh Thompson said, holding up his flashlight and looking at the bones—there was more than one skeleton.
"What happened?"
"There used to be stationed members here, but strangely, every batch would disappear after a while. Frank Niu stayed here for a long time and never had any trouble, but thinking about it now, he's really strong—those ghosts probably couldn't touch him. But something still doesn't add up."
"The Drowned Wraith we just destroyed didn't seem to know how powerful Frank Niu was."
I muttered, and Hugh Thompson nodded. Just then, a blinding silver light flashed at the exit—a huge triangle shrank little by little until the glow vanished.
I rushed over and walked out. Sure enough, we could leave now.