Alin had seen a few children run out in the corridor on the second floor; she was very resistant to entering the second-floor corridor, but just now, out of sheer terror, she had unconsciously followed the others in.
By the time she realized it and wanted to stop everyone, it was already too late.
"This is bad! Why did we run to this place?" Alin screamed as she stepped back, accidentally bumping into Xiao Chen behind her.
"Don't stop!" Xiao Chen was already terrified; the moving altar and the huge faceless portrait had become an unshakable shadow in his heart.
"There are ghosts on this floor! Really!" Alin tried to stop the people around her, but at that moment, something unimaginably horrifying happened.
The altar, originally placed at the corner between the third and second floors, had run by itself to the outside of the second floor's emergency exit door; the faceless portrait was stuck on the glass window of the safety door, as if staring at them with its blank face.
