Here Lies The Wicked

In fact, from Zhang Yongmao's mouth, when he knew the term Yin Yang Ladder, Fang Zheng was not surprised.

He had already learned about Zhang Yongmao's career long before he left.

Pull! Push!

Zhang Yongmao was still running up and down in front of Fangzheng.

“If you can show up in front of me on your own initiative, it means that the ghost who killed Zhang Yongmao has discovered me, and my whereabouts have been revealed... but why hasn't the attack come too late? What are you waiting for? ”

The portable soul lights were facing each other, standing on the stairs, looking still pale, running up and down Zhang Yongmao.

In fact, at this time, according to the logic of normal people, Fang should directly attack, what cow ghost snake god, pretend to be a ghost, strangle directly in the cradle.

But this is not a reality.

It's walking in the shadows.

Sometimes you can't do it with common sense.

So, this forces the party to be a little cautious… in case of any deviation, his spiritual world will always be trapped in the memory of the dead, then his flesh on the outside, equivalent to a vegetable without a soul.

Time is running out.

In a world of black and white hues everywhere, Zhang Yongmao is like a vintage black and white video of the past. He has been right in front of it all the time, repeating the same movement.

Panic runs to the eleventh floor.

And then he came back.

Her mouth panicked and she was afraid to read the three words of the yin and yang ladder.

It's like, a man can't walk down a staircase… a similar creepy scene happened to him the last minute before he was killed.

That's why there's a scene that keeps repeating itself.

The black and white tape ends over and over again.

Click.

Remove the tape and place it back on the disc to continue the loop.

When the cycle is over, click...

Remove the tape again, so far back and forth.

Until the audience watches it 10 times over and over again! Twenty times! Hundreds of times... the audience finally had an intolerable outburst when it was getting impatient.

It was decided that it would not be so endless.

He intends to solve the situation in his own way.

“Let me see if this shitty staircase is a yin and yang ladder... or if there's a ghost behind it that's been playing ghosts with me! ”

Square took a breath and sighed in his eyes. He began walking down the first level of the twelfth floor, counting the number of stairs.

Everyone's subconscious, whether up or down the stairs, takes the right foot first.

The same is true of Fang.

One... two... three...

Mm-hmm.

Fang noticed something wrong, he walked out of 20 steps, but had not yet gone from the twelfth floor to the next platform. According to his previous rough count, this staircase is only about the tenth grade at most, and the staircase is not long.

Fang looked back at the stairs behind him. He counted the number of stairs down, which was level 13.

from the steps set at his feet.

Focusing on the stairs behind him, he thought for a few seconds, then turned around and walked back to the twelfth floor, walking back, counting the steps, and eventually returned to the twelfth floor smoothly.

Surprisingly smooth.

“Interesting, interesting...”

“When it was just counted, it was the thirteenth level staircase, it was the singular, when it returned to the twelfth floor, it became the even, the right foot became the starting point, the left foot became the end point, the first level staircase was missing, it became the twelfth level staircase...”

“No wonder folk old people always say that when walking alone at night, don't go back. It doesn't look like you can't just go back at night, it's easy to climb the stairs alone at night...”

Thereafter, it was repeated two or three times.

Every time, it can't get to the bottom, but the eleventh floor platform is right in front of it, and it can't get to the bottom.

No matter how many steps he took, he walked 20 steps, the same as he walked 50 steps. When turning back to the staircase behind the number of turns, he always had the singular staircase 13, but when he actually went, he turned into the even staircase 12.

Fang couldn't help but recall a ghost story he had seen in the past.

This ghost story is called "Counting Stairs."

Do you count the stairs at home every day?

Count the stairs at home, how many steps, then once a day, and when you're one step short… you'll see what you want to see.

Pull! Push!

Pull! Push!

Just as Fang stood on the twelfth floor thinking about how to break the yin and yang ladder in front of him, Zhang Yongmao repeated it again and again, passing by him, running up and down.

The thinking square looked at Zhang Yongmao, who had panicked and missed one by one, and his eyes gradually squeezed.

No doubt about it.

As soon as he was gone, he had been targeted by some evil spirit, and now he was trapped in this building.

In the immediate future, it will certainly not work if we want to go out in the normal way.

Spiritual martial arts!

Monkey Views!

The smell on the square suddenly changed, returning to the ancestors, growing the fur of the apes... bang!

A tall, magnificent monkey, leaping furiously, did not take the stairs according to the usual level I, but directly crossed the stairwell and jumped down from the 12th floor!

This operation, simple and crude, is suffocating.

People jumped from the twelfth floor.

Brachial bones are as thick as steel, the monkey with amazing arm strength, stretching out the muscularly developed monkey arm, intending to grab the railing and safely unload the floor before landing at the last minute.

But just as we were about to fall to the floor, and the monkey was about to fall into pieces, suddenly!

The foreground of the square eye has changed!

At the end of the day, he did not appear on a floor, but in a dark, damp, unseen cell.

The cell was constructed of strong walls stacked with a hard rock, even the iron fence had a finger thickness, and his cell was empty.

There is a very complex stench of bad smell in the air, corpse rot, sewage stink, faecal excrement stink, food stink... all kinds of smells, mixed together, mixed into an unspeakable nasal stench in this airless prison.

There was only one person in the cell.

No one else is being held.

Faced with his appearance in the cell, Fang glanced at him and wondered if he was still disturbed by evil spirits?

Is this another ghost trick behind the evil spirits?

At this time, he felt an abnormality in his hand. He looked down and was carrying the soul light in his hand all the time. It was actually gone.

The face changes slightly.

“Damn it! ”

Without the soul lights guiding the way back, he can't leave the shady world.

Fang did not move slightly. He stood in his cell, constantly thinking about spiritual martial arts and trying to see through falsehood. But he found that all this was futile.

Still in prison.

Fang Zheng's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. He was trying to figure out how to get out of the place. Finally, he had a loose eyebrow and could not think of a way to stand here alone. He decided to attack voluntarily and go out of the cell to find a way out.