I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

"Bang!!"

Chen Xi raised the axe he had borrowed from the priest high and brought it down heavily! Ashes flew everywhere!

The small mound of ashes was broken open, revealing the smashed cement ground.

Debris flew in all directions, and a shard the size of a thumb grazed Chen Xi's cheekbone, leaving a thin scratch on her face—

The ghostly movements on the rooftop paused for a moment, its eyes darting around frantically before finally locking onto the crowd.

Chen Xi didn't have time; it was time for the second axe strike!

"Bang!!"

The axe blade smashes into the same spot, penetrating even deeper.

The third axe blow.

Like a snail whose soft flesh has been touched, Chen Xi's actions completely enraged the ghost horde.

The ghost, which had been moving its eyes erratically and moving slowly, has gone completely insane!

"Hehehehe!"

"Hehehe!"

"Hehehehehehe!"

All the ghosts turned to Chen Xi at the same time, their eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible, and their facial features dripped like molten wax.

Countless ghostly figures swarmed forward.

Ghosts crowding together, ghosts piled on top of each other.

The grayish-white figure, like the rising tide, rushed straight in from all directions.

Chen Xi couldn't hear those sounds.

Her body reacted before her hearing—she gripped the axe handle and continued slamming it into the ground.

The fourth axe!

The cement cracked.

The cracks spread outwards from the axe blade, making a cracking sound, as if a bone had been forcibly broken open.

Chen Xi saw a hint of yellow through the crack.

The structure beneath the rooftop is neither reinforced concrete nor solidified cement.

The yellow paper was pressed together in layers, like a layered cake split in the middle, with bamboo strips sandwiched between the papers, the bamboo strips flattened by the pressure.

Finally, they are woven together to form a structure similar to human ribs.

This building is made of paper!

The outside is a thin layer of cement, and the inside is all paper.

The entire building, from its foundation to its rooftop, from its walls to its staircases, was made entirely of paper and bamboo strips.

"Captain Chen! Behind us!" Kang Xiaojia's scream came from the horde of ghosts, almost distorted by the crowd.

Chen Xi did not turn around.

She trusts her teammates as much as they trust her.

She heard the sound of Kang Xiaojia swinging her baton, the muffled sound of Jiang Chen smashing the ghost face with his baton, and the "whoosh" sound of Wang Lei crashing his half-paper body into the ghost group.

She could even hear Asan and the mixed-race child shouting, and hear the priest reciting prayers in a foreign language.

Everyone is working desperately.

She can't stop.

Stopping means death.

The fifth axe!

The sixth axe!

The crack widened, exposing more and more of the yellow paper layer.

The seventh axe.

With this final strike, Chen Xi used all her strength, and the axe swung down from above her head, carrying her forward with the momentum of her lunging forward!

The axe blade cleaved deep into the paper, and the metal blade struck the bone with a crisp "crack".

An arm emerged from the crack.

An arm that was almost completely skeletal, with all the flesh gone, the palm bent, and the joints of the five fingers trembling slightly in the air.

It is stretching upwards, like a drowning person struggling to rise from the bottom of a lake.

Chen Xi threw the axe on the ground, squatted down, and grabbed the arm tightly with both hands—pulling it outwards!

"Splash splash splash!!"

Cement debris fell, mixed with scraps of paper, which Chen Xi yanked out!

First, it was an upper arm, then a withered shoulder, and finally the chest, the neck, and the head.

A male skeleton.

The body was severely decomposed; the grayish bones and eye sockets were filled with grayish-white cement instead of eyeballs.

His chest cavity was also filled with cement, his ribs were turned outwards, and bone fragments mixed with cement chunks poked out from his skin, like blooming gray-white bone flowers.

His lower body had no legs.

Below the abdomen, it's directly integrated with the building.

Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but show expressions of nausea.

Below the waist of the corpse, countless grayish-white filaments branched out, like blood vessels, extending in all directions and deeply embedded in the cement and paper layers.

Each filament was slowly wriggling, its surface covered with a layer of slippery mucus.

Those thin threads followed the cracks in the concrete, along the paper-mache skeleton, and through the ceiling's interlayer, branching downwards until they finally transformed into the things they were familiar with—

Old electrical wires exposed in the wall.

Everyone assumed that the marks of disrepair were part of this evil spirit.

This building is his lower body.

It resembles a worm with a bloated belly, about to lay eggs, its entire body swollen and deformed, blending into the building.

The building is his stomach. Each floor is a section of his intestines.

Each room is an organ in his abdominal cavity.

The wandering ghosts in the stairwell were remnants he couldn't digest.

The ghosts burning paper money on the rooftop are his eyes.

Chen Xi knelt on the ground, her stomach churning. She used all her strength to try to pull the corpse out of the ground.

But the body was too heavy.

It connects the entire building, and every few inches Chen Xi pulls it out, the entire rooftop trembles.

She could even feel a low tremor coming from deep within the building.

"Get it out of there! It's moving!"

At the stairwell, countless ghosts were surging upwards frantically, as if all the ghosts in the entire building had been summoned.

Wang Lei and Jiang Chen had been forced to a distance of an arm's length behind Chen Xi.

Jiang Chen's hands were bleeding, and the baton had slipped from his grasp. He was kicking the ghosts that were crowding up with his fists and feet.

Kang Xiaojia squatted on the ground, holding a baton horizontally in front of her to push the ghost back.

Wang Lei's paper body has been torn off by more than half, making it look like a melting paper figure.

On the other side, the mixed-race child, the priest, and Ah Shan are also struggling to hold on.

The horde of ghosts pressed in from three directions simultaneously, like a gray-white cage slowly closing in.

Chen Xi put all her weight on her knees, leaned her whole body back, and used the strength of her waist and legs to pull outwards!

The body was suddenly pulled out a large section.

This time, almost half of his chest cavity was exposed above the ground.

The concrete beneath my feet was vibrating, and the building was shaking more noticeably than before.

"Is he still alive?" Chen Xi asked, her voice trembling so low that she could barely hear herself.

Suddenly, the corpse's mouth moved.

Click.

Click.

The skeletal jaw opened and closed twice, producing a crisp sound like bones hitting bones.

In that instant, Chen Xi saw something emerging from the depths of that dark esophagus—

"puff!!"

A thick, black mist, like tar, gushed out of his esophagus, carrying an extremely sour and putrid stench!

Chen Xi instinctively tried to back away, but she was too close. The black mist swept over her right arm and swallowed her up in an instant!

!!!

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The sound of flesh melting was sickening. Chen Xi's half-arm melted rapidly as if it had been splashed with strong acid. Jiang Chen was a little further away, but the flesh on his palm also turned into water droplets on the ground.

"……snort!"

Chen Xi suppressed a painful scream in his throat, only letting out a muffled groan, revealing a section of white bone on his right arm.

"team leader!!"

Kang Xiaojia's crying was a little hoarse. Chen Xi supported himself with his left hand and used his knee to hold down the corpse's shoulder, preventing it from shrinking back.

Just then, a bluish-white hand reached out from behind Chen Xi and slowly pinched the chin of the skeleton.