"Let's see just what's so scary about this damn hallway."
The Demon Disciple was named Shi Zhen. He was burly, with muscles knotted like rock, and his skin had an unnatural, ashen-gray hue.
He chose the widest path, the central corridor that was a full three meters across, and charged into it like a wild bull, hunched over and scrambling forward.
BAM!
Who would have known that just a few steps in, the walls, which were covered in bone spikes on both sides, would suddenly and bizarrely slam inward!
Shi Zhen's pupils shrank. He turned to flee, but the bone spikes were even faster than he had imagined.
KRAK—!
The sharp spikes viciously plunged into Shi Zhen's arms and back, instantly leaving over a dozen bloody holes.
"AHH!" Shi Zhen let out a piercing scream as he threw his head back, blood spraying everywhere.
His head lolled to the side, and he went silent.
