Sss… ahhh--... The door behind Qin Ye was tightly shut, and the lights overhead flickered incessantly as distant cries haunted him. There weren't any Yin spirits in sight, and yet, Qin Ye could immediately sense something amiss with the access corridor. It felt… unclean.

Qin Ye tapped lightly on the handrail and swiftly made his way down the spiral stairs. It was obviously the stairwell of a luxury cruise liner, but the feeling it gave off right now was no different from that of a morgue.

Sss… Pop! After descending to the first basement, the lights fizzled out, and during this transient interchange between light and dark, the silhouette of a female Nipponese child appeared in the corner of the passageway.

She was dressed in a red kimono from the Nipponese Warring States period. Her hair was tied up in braids, and she was weeping in the corner with her back faced towards Qin Ye.

Bzzt… bzzt… The lights quickly came back on. But they quickly began to flicker once more, almost as though the lights were intent on matching the ambience of the scene right now. This was a desolate corridor with flickering lights and a young child weeping in the corner of the room. It was cliched, but sufficient to evoke the most horrific associations in a person’s heart.

Wuuu… wuu…. Qin Ye walked up to the girl, but she still remained unresponsive. Qin Ye sneered, “It looks like our Nipponese emissary friends have left us with a little gift… Lord Ming, have you ever seen a Nipponese horror movie?”

“Mm?” Ming Shiyin responded with great disinterest....