Why aren't you leaving yet?

Shekh's voice was as sharp as a harbinger of death; aside from Shi Jinzhe, no one wanted to listen to her.

Yao Shu replied, "On the move."

The footsteps resumed, their sound muffled, not as jarring as the creaking of the wooden stairs.

Squeak—

The wooden door on the first floor of the tower pulled out a slender, undulating shape, slowly closing gently, as if it had been gently pushed up.

As Shi Jinzhe turned off the handheld lamp, a thin thread grew from the gold vine ring on his hand, sliding down his finger and climbing at the bottom of the stairs, quietly replacing the fragile staircase.

After securing the stairs, the vines explored other areas, silently taking over the wooden tower and sending back messages before it was too late.

There was a faint, unfamiliar energy emanating from the building; it was impossible to tell whether it was an illusion or a sign of genuine weakness.

In the darkness, Shekh touched his hand, and wrote the character "Spirit" on the palm of his hand, and then wrote the character "Outer".

Is there a spirit outside the building?

The phrase "when time runs out, turn back" is not written inside.

Shekh shook his head. The tower was empty; the offerings had run away. But something was approaching from outside.

The two went up to the second floor. They didn't need to walk one in front of the other. She continued writing [in circles].

Shi Jinzhe then walked inside and came to the sealed window. However, the wooden tower acted like a shield, making it impossible to see what was outside.

"Should we still go?"

As they changed positions, Huang Yingzong, who was standing at the outermost second-floor stairwell, asked, "The space gets smaller as you go up. It's already a bit crowded for nine people to stand on the second floor. Will there be enough room if we go any further?"

"Let's go up to the sixth floor," Shekh's mind automatically came up with the answer.

“Alright.” Huang Yingzong resigned himself to his fate, patted Lin Shu’s shoulder, took out a prop candle and said, “You go in front of me, I’ll go last.”

Walking back to the middle was too much trouble. He was afraid that with so many people walking back and forth, the floor would collapse, and he might be scared to death by the ghost or fall to his death.

The walls on the second floor were still covered in broken murals, so there wasn't much to see. Yao Shu continued to lead the way to the third floor.

The nine people lined up in an orderly fashion. Ye Zhan gave a strange smile. "Have you heard an urban legend? Years ago, when a railway was filming an advertisement, several children walked in a row like this. After the advertisement was filmed, the director found that there was one more child actor than there was during the filming."

“That’s interesting. Are you the extra one?” Shekh replied, his tone indifferent, not like he was arguing with someone.

"Oh dear, that's terrifying, please stop talking." Jiang Xiaowan's voice was trembling, barely audible. "I've heard from others that some stories aren't just for people to hear."

"Can ghosts really exist in this world? I don't believe it. Let's tell ghost stories, the atmosphere is just right."

As Qian Chang uttered these words, the others couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and also for themselves.

Horror movies always need a villain like this. Qian Chang has it tough. He offends the players and then the ghosts. He keeps causing trouble, all to make them die a horrible death and head straight for their graves.

Fu Guan couldn't help but advise him, "If you can leave here, go out and buy a lottery ticket."

What incredible luck! As long as they keep courting death, Qian Chang will always be there for them. He'll live a long time to come.

Judging from the current situation, although his persona is outspoken, impulsive, and easily angered, he hasn't been unlucky at all. The first to suffer are Yao Shu and Huang Yingzong, who are truly plagued by bad luck.

Qian Chang, unaware of Fu Guanzai's thoughts, had already begun telling his story.

"That was twenty or thirty years ago. At that time, hunting was not completely banned in our area. My father's neighbor liked to go into the mountains to hunt wild game. One year, he brought back a fox with bright red fur that was shiny and smooth. It looked very good."

"And then?" Jiang Xiaowan asked politely.

"Then my neighbor's first shot hit the fox's thigh, and the fox was lame and couldn't run away, so the neighbor caught it and took it home. When his wife saw the fur, she said, 'Let's make a big scarf.' Then, before the fox was completely dead, the neighbor skinned it alive."

Qian Chang swallowed hard and continued, "Then things went wrong. At first, nothing happened. The neighbors were showing off everywhere, and everyone who came by would touch the fox fur. But the following year, my neighbor's eldest son was in a car accident. It was winter, and the temperature was tens of degrees below zero. His leg couldn't be saved; his legs below the thigh were all amputated."

Ye Zhan chuckled dismissively and asked, "So this fox has become a spirit, and is taking revenge on this family?"

"Don't interrupt, I haven't finished yet." Qian Chang clasped his hands together and bowed twice where no one could see him. "They also have a younger son. Not two years after the eldest son's accident, the younger son was studying in another city. He got into a fight and his leg was broken. He's now lame."

"In three years, both of my sons were crippled, both in their legs. Everyone said that the fox had gained some power, but it was destroyed by the neighbor's shot. It was all retribution. My neighbor and his wife regretted it so much that they cried every day. Their family has had a rough few decades since then."

Qian Chang shook his head as if sensing something. His true emotions only lasted for three seconds before he reverted to being the troublemaker that everyone found annoying.

"I'm done talking, what about you guys? Hurry up and tell us." He randomly called on Lin Shu's name.

"I haven't experienced anything too bizarre, just had a few strange dreams." Lin Shu said as she walked, pulling at her pink skirt. The tower was too cold, and she felt a bit chilly, her thighs were icy cold.

"Okay then, tell me quickly, tell me quickly." Qian Chang twirled the keychain in his hand, rattling it incessantly.

"It's nothing, just a dream I had a couple of years ago. One day I dreamt that a man was sitting on my balcony and chatting with me. He said that his marriage was not going well, his life was not going well, and he was very tired. He told me a lot, but as he was talking, he suddenly floated out of the window and told me that someone was coming and he had to leave."

Lin Shu said, "I woke up right after that man said that. It was a little after 2 a.m. Then I heard someone knocking on my door. It was a drunk man who probably had the wrong door and wanted to use his key to open my security door."

Qian Chang: "Then this isn't scary at all."

“It wasn’t very scary, so I didn’t take it seriously. Until two days ago, I dreamed about this man again. Actually, I couldn’t see his face clearly in the dream, but I knew he was the man who had a heart-to-heart talk with me two years ago. In the dream, he asked me if I still remembered him.”

After Lin Shu finished speaking, everyone remained silent for a few seconds.

Has she forgotten that she has a boyfriend behind her? Is that something she can talk about?

Even if it's fake, the plot can make it...?

Ye Zhan, always eager for drama, called Huang Yingzong's name, "Senior, my sister dreamt of talking to another man. You don't mind, do you?"

Huang Yingzong's eye twitched slightly, but the reason for the twitching was not because of this.

He was at the back of the line. Just now, he glanced down into the open stairwell and saw that the door downstairs had been blown open a crack. A pair of clear black and white eyes were peering into the crack, desperately looking up at him.