Nightmare Apostle Chapter 1466 - 900:

Zhou Mingxiao’s footsteps didn’t stop as he pushed open a glass door and rushed into the warehouse hall.

The lighting here was poor, and as far as the eye could see, so corners and edges were shrouded in darkness, with boxes piled up all around, along with various bulky, hard-to-move decorations, and many bare, window mannequins.

Most of these display mannequins were defective, missing arms or legs, so hidden in the shadows, revealing only a blurred outline.

At this mont, Zhou Mingxiao felt a bit of regret; this place instinctively made him uneasy, but it was too late to regret now. The DV cara’s display showed the ghost chasing after him, just passing through a dining area.

And Zhou Mingxiao clearly rembered that the dining area was not far from the warehouse he was in, just a short walk and a turn away.

From the beginning to the end, the ghost could always pinpoint his location, and with great precision.

He had tried all sorts of ways, even detouring back and forth or returning the sa way, but couldn’t escape the ghost’s tracking. It felt like the ghost had installed a locator on him.

Zhou Mingxiao looked down at the old DV cara in his hand. He had considered that this DV cara might work reciprocally—for him to determine the ghost’s position, and for the ghost to locate him.

But Zhou Mingxiao had never been resolved to abandon it before, and now he had to take a gamble!

This was one of the reasons he chose to co here.

Without hesitating further, Zhou Mingxiao imdiately rushed towards the depths of the warehouse, where small rooms lined both sides like reserved office spaces, so doors open, while others were closed, uncertain if they were locked.

He ca to a room on the right side, where the door was half-open, with only a table and two chairs inside, empty. Zhou Mingxiao didn’t even glance; his target was not the room but the window inside!

He forcefully pulled the dirty glass window open. As dust had settled in the cracks, an exhausted Zhou Mingxiao only managed to open it by one-third after two attempts.

Enough!

That was enough for him!

One last ti, Zhou Mingxiao picked up the DV cara, seeing that the countdown on it showed less than 3 minutes left, and the ghost had already reached the corner corridor of the mall outside.

Ti waits for no one. Zhou Mingxiao retracted the unfolded display screen, restored the DV cara to its original state, quickly took off his jacket to wrap the DV cara, and stuffed both the device and jacket into his carried bag, then threw the bulging bag out of the opened window crack.

Having done all this, Zhou Mingxiao didn’t hesitate for a second; he imdiately turned and ran out of the room, not forgetting to shut the door, and then rushed to the opposite side of the warehouse, found a large room, and hid inside, closing and locking the door.

This room was quite large and used as a storage area, with rows of shelves that seed to be filled with items, though many were empty boxes.

Such a big room had only one window, and with the lights off, the lighting was poor. Zhou Mingxiao quickly moved to the window, and this ti he was lucky; without much effort, he opened a crack.

That was sufficient. If he sensed any threat, he would imdiately open the window fully and jump out.

Below was not a five-story building but a concrete platform, with the vertical drop not being very high, which was why Zhou Mingxiao chose this place to hide.

If he jumped from this height, he might sustain so injuries, but not severe ones—definitely not fatal. As long as he wasn’t badly injured, he could continue to run.

After all, he didn’t need to run for a lifeti, just for 3 minutes...now estimating there might be only 2 minutes left. As long as he survived these 2 minutes, he would win.

Holding his breath, Zhou Mingxiao softened his footsteps, hiding in the corner ford by two vertical shelves, where he could directly observe the door and was close to the window, ready to dash.

He had decided that if the room door opened, he would imdiately jump out the window to escape.

After jumping out, there should be other room windows on the platform, where he could break a window, sneak in, and continue to run or circle around with the ghost.

By that ti, the Source Ghost would have very little ti left, increasing his chances of surviving until the end.

Of course, before that, there was one more thing he needed to do. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, operating it skillfully, turned on the recording function, pressed his mouth against the phone’s microphone, and lowered his voice to almost a whisper.

After approximately half a minute passed, Zhou Mingxiao put away his phone. At this mont, his heart was undoubtedly filled with fear and anxiety, yet he heard no abnormal sounds from outside.

The door to his room hadn’t been opened, which was the best news for him.

Unfortunately, he didn’t synchronize counting the ti in his head when he abandoned the DV cara. Otherwise, he would know the exact remaining ti, but now he could only guess.

The phone was unreliable; during the initial abnormal period, the phone’s ti had gone awry, and at the sa ti, communication signals were cut off.

In such an intensely tense and oppressive atmosphere, people might misjudge ti, believing a long ti had passed, when in reality it was just one or two minutes.

Zhou Mingxiao’s mind was in turmoil, an extrely bad premonition welled up inside him. Though he saw nothing and heard nothing, he sensed that he had been found.