She turned her head and jumped onto the back of the Flower Selling Ghost: "Carry me."
Flower Selling Ghost: "?? Why should I carry you? Can't your man carry you?"
Yuze's face slightly eased at these words, just as he was about to say something.
Josh rolled his eyes: "One carries one, stop fussing."
She surprisingly didn't argue, which made Yuze feel even more invigorated.
The four of them continued to move forward.
As they ventured further in, the spiral-shaped bloody streaks on the surrounding walls and floor became denser.
These spiral-shaped bloody streaks seemed to spiral and tighten deeper and deeper, while the corridor resembled a trumpet continuously narrowing and shrinking.
An idea flashed in Josh's mind; she lay on the ghost's back, closed her eyes, and allowed the ghost to carry her forward. In no time, the dizzy feeling had indeed improved significantly.
