The corridor was very cold.

With one step, a moldy and cold wind blew towards his face.

The corridor was in a dilapidated state. The green spray-painted stairs were peeling off piece by piece like shrub skin, revealing the bricks inside.

The concrete floor beneath their feet was full of potholes and pits, and bicycles and baby strollers were scattered around at the back of the stairs. Looking up, the backs of the stairs above their heads were covered with white or bluish-black moldy fungi.

Corrosion pits the size of acne scars occasionally appear on the narrow-edged lacquered iron handrails.

It looks like a face covered with acne.

The smell of rot and mold was everywhere.

The dusty stairs ahead were covered with stained footprints.

It was Zhang Zheshan and a few others who stayed behind.

"Let's go."

The young man who followed Han Qingxia spoke.

He was the first to take the lead and walked up along the footsteps of Zhang Zheshan and others.

One floor, two floors...

The higher you go, the more mold you'll find on your head.

When I reached the third floor, the mold on top almost surrounded the entire back of the stairs.

This vast mycelium produces dense black spores.

It's enough to make a trypophobic patient go into shock right here.

Fortunately, Han Qingxia and others are all strong people.

They endured all kinds of discomfort, pretending not to see this disgusting thing, and moved forward step by step.

But when they stepped into the third floor, the footprints in front of them disappeared.

"etc!"

Han Qingxia called out to the young man who was walking quickly in front of her.

The young man turned his head suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"Look at the footprints on the ground."

Han Qingxia held him back, and everyone's eyes were on the upcoming third floor.

There was only thick dust on the steps of the third floor.

It was obvious that the place had been abandoned for a year or two and no one had ever been there.

But it was clear that Zhang Zheshan and his group went up from here.

There was no other way before them.

Han Qingxia pulled the young man back, she stood in his position, and looked towards the corridor on the third floor.

The corridor on the third floor was as messy and dilapidated as that on the first floor.

Garbage and debris were everywhere, with only thick dust to accompany them.

Apart from that, there was no sign of anyone appearing.

But the traces of their footprints are still there.

It’s just that the group of people just now seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.

Suddenly, he disappeared from here.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Xu Shaoyang asked with a frown.

"I don't know." Han Qingxia shook her head.

This was the first time she encountered such a strange thing.

"Don't you think this corridor looks familiar?" Jin Hu suddenly said.

He stood on the next step below Han Qingxia, leaning his head to look at the long, dimly lit corridor in front of him.

Books, tea cups, children's homework books, pillows, garbage bags...all kinds of things were placed on the ground.

It’s exactly the same as the first floor!

Han Qingxia's heart skipped a beat.

How can they be exactly the same!

She stared at the corridor in front of her and pulled Qin Ke up from behind.

"Go in and take a look."

Qin Ke: “…”

He is half-zombie and is immune to zombies, but not to ghosts.

He is always the one to get involved in everything.

But no.

Qin Ke can go.

He tied a rope on his hand and walked towards the building step by step.

He walked neither fast nor slow, feeling the zombies sending messages to the people behind him as he walked.

Um.

Didn't feel a zombie.

Until he stood at the bathroom door on this side.

Qin Ke looked inside, his usually playful face now darkened, "Boss Beauty, maybe you should come over and take a look."

After hearing what he said, Han Qingxia asked Jin Hu to stay on the stairs and not leave. She took Xu Shaoyang and the young man towards Qin Ke.

The more they walked on the dusty road, the more Han Qingxia's brows furrowed.

It really looks exactly like her on the first floor.

It’s just that the direction is different from that on the first floor.

Then, Han Qingxia saw something that made her question her life.

In the sink of the bathroom on the third floor, a bubbling human head was staring blankly at everyone outside under the gurgling water.

"Ghost!" When the young man saw this, he was so scared that his face turned pale and he stepped back.

Xu Shaoyang held his shoulder and said righteously, "There are no ghosts in this world."

"No! No! No!" The young man was like crazy at this time, shaking with fear, "There is a ghost!"

"There used to be a legend about our building being haunted! The old lady on the first floor lost her son in a mining accident and she waited for him every day. I heard about it before. My uncle next door came home from get off work and met her. She kept asking him where his son was. He said he didn't know and just kept walking in circles on the stairs."

"I was not found until the next day at her doorstep. Why was he circling around her?"

"It's a ghost!"

Just then, there was a scream from behind them.

"ah--"

It's the voice of the Golden Tiger!

When Han Qingxia heard Jin Hu's voice, she immediately turned around and saw Jin Hu, who was guarding the stairs, falling to the ground, his head hitting the stairs, and being dragged upstairs with a thud.

When Han Qingxia saw this, he teleported in three breaths and rushed to the stairs on the third floor.

But when she reached the stairs, the golden tiger in front of her had completely disappeared.

There was only a trail leading upwards in front of her, and that trail did not stop at the corner of the stairs on the upper floor.

Just like the group of people in Zhangzheshan just now, he suddenly disappeared on a certain plane.

At this moment, alarm bells suddenly rang in her mind and she immediately turned to look at the corridor on the third floor.

The dim light on the third floor seemed to be completely plunged into darkness at this moment, and she felt the red rope in her hand being pulled sharply tight.

It was so tight that it seemed to have broken her hand.

At this moment, Han Qingxia grabbed the red rope with all her strength.

Finally, as she pulled with all her strength, the red rope in her hand loosened and a man ran out from the darkness.

The one who came running was Qin Ke.

"Beauty boss!"

"Where's Shao Yang! Where's that kid!" Han Qingxia immediately looked behind him. The corridor behind him returned to its empty state, except for that person.

"I don't know." Qin Ke shook his head. He looked behind him and felt confused. "Just now you kept pulling my rope. I thought you had something to do and ran back."

Qin Ke raised his hand tied with the red rope.

"What about them? Didn't they run away when you ran just now?"

"How should I know? I'm just taking care of you."

Han Qingxia: "......"

She didn't have time to praise Qin Ke for being so obedient at this moment. She looked at the confusing first floor in front of her in shock.

"Do you believe in ghosts?"