"the kid. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ。。 The man knelt on the stone-strewn staircase and wept.

I heard the other end shouting, "Dad, come and save me, save me!" ”

Save a fart, what else can a head do, for it, my wife is dead! The man looked up and saw with tears in his eyes that he was now in the last of the three teams.

Now I can only save my own life, and I just want to throw everything down ruthlessly. The steward with the scepter appears, and he sits on a platform where a family of three is eating. And the three of them are exactly what his family of three looks like.

They were sitting on a country bench at the edge of the table to eat, and on the table made of firewood, there was also a meal that they usually ate. From time to time, women still help men and children with vegetables, as if they are still nagging about something.

This is all too familiar and ordinary, and how cruel it is for a man who has lost his wife at this time.

The steward sat on the edge of the platform, bowed his head with a smile, and said to the man standing below, "You still have a chance, as long as you don't look back." Then you step back step by step and pick up your son's head. Maybe you can get your son's body back in the future, and bring your wife back to life. Try it, or you won't stand a chance! ”

The man hesitated, gritted his teeth and ran up, howling in pain: "You are the devil, I can't listen to you, I can't listen to you." ”

I heard the child's voice at the bottom of the stairs sounding crisply: "Dad, you don't want me anymore?" You really don't want me anymore ... This was followed by loud cries.

The man really couldn't listen to it anymore, his footsteps gradually stopped, and after a last pause, he sighed: "This injustice! ”

He couldn't turn back, he could only turn his back to the downstairs, hold on to the stairs with both hands, and walk backwards down.

"Dad, hurry, hurry up!" It was as if the voice had become sharper and sharper, but it was full of hope and joy.

Can't look back, the man climbed in a grid, and the platform he saw when he was going up slowly moved down to the front.

Originally, on this platform, there was a chest full of dazzling jewels, but this box contained only all kinds of rancid garbage, which had shimmering and had been replaced by green-headed flies that "buzzed" around it.

A dozen squares down, another platform, the man looked up, almost frightened. Suddenly exclaimed: "My mother... ”

The six beauties in seductive poses who had been standing on it had all turned into dried corpses, black or gray-black, with dry skin, stuck to the white dry bones that could already be seen.

There was also one with a gauze in his hand, which at this time was a dusty spider web, gray and tattered hanging from the long, pointed fingers of an almost skeletal corpse.

It was as if there was a gust of wind blowing around, and on the platforms on both sides, the original jewels and incense car beauties had turned into garbage, scrap iron, and dried corpse skeletons, exuding all kinds of death atmosphere.

He endured the great fear in his heart and climbed down step by step, but the head behind him was silent. The silence is even more frightening.

When I looked up, I saw that the figures of the others had disappeared into the dim staircase, and I don't know how far away.

There was no sound, and suddenly there was a gust of yin wind, and the sound of "creak, creak" sounded. It seems to be right behind you, from far to near.

He didn't dare to look back, gritted his teeth, and slowly moved down.

After climbing down a few more stairs, the sound became louder and louder, and it was beside me. When I looked at it from the side, there was a terrifying sight.

I saw three shriveled and terrifying dried corpses on a platform, one of which was facing away from him, and he was still in a hip twisting posture. It lifted its two arms and pulled at its dusty, messy hair.

At that time, it was the round and jade arm that was raised, and the long golden hair arched at one end, revealing the entire back, twisting the hips. At that time, every man could see the beautiful scenery that he couldn't take his eyes off after seeing it, but if you look back now, will you still feel that it is beautiful?

It was one of the two arms it had raised, as if it had been badly weathered, and the tendons had broken and loosened. But because the dry skin was connected, it hung there, swaying with the wind, making a terrible "creaking" sound.

It was like a dry arm dug out of a grave, shaking slightly, making a sound of rubbing between bones in the silence, "creak, creak... The sound was like the night wind blowing on an unclosed wooden door, and a person's hair stood on end.

The withered arm that was hanging in mid-air and swaying finally fell, "clicking" and falling on the surface of the platform, stirring up a burst of smoke and dust that had been precipitated for an unknown amount of time.

But the world without sound seemed to be even more terrifying, surrounded by dim staircases and scenes of corruption and death. The cold wind seemed to be coming from all directions, digging into the bones. The sweat that flowed out turned into a cold sweat when it was blown by the wind, and the body didn't know whether it was cold or scared, and it couldn't help but keep shaking.

The only thing you can hear here is the sound of your own breath and the slight grinding of your hands and feet as you press your hands and feet on the dusty staircase as you go down a block.

He finally couldn't stand the silent feeling as if there was only one person crawling in the grave, and stopped yelling: "Bastard, make a sound!" ”

"Make a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound..." His shouts echoed up and down in the empty dark staircase that seemed to have no living creatures.

"Dad, come down a little longer, and you'll be almost there." Finally a reply. Listening to the sound should be a few blocks away.

The man continued to go down cautiously, and he heard his head shouting from below, "Be careful, don't step on me." Point on the left, point on the right, and down again! ”

"This bear kid!" The man's mouth and nose were breathing, panting and crawling down: "It's good for Lao Tzu to fish you up, and I still ask for so much." ”

He climbed a few more blocks and finally saw an oval object resting on the staircase. It was the child's head, and he breathed a sigh of relief, slowly leaned two steps aside, grabbed it with one hand, and then turned the front of the head towards himself.

But instead of seeing his child's face, he had a terrifying rakshasa blue-black face, grinning and baring its fangs; The red eyes bulge high... The grimace opened its mouth, and the grim words erupted along with the fire: "Hey, hey, you got it wrong... ”

The fire sprayed straight into the man's face, and while the man was scared to throw away the ghost head, his body leaned back... "Ah~" he screamed, his body lost its balance and fell backwards.

It took seven or eight steps to control it, and finally stopped... But he also turned around, facing right under the steps, and saw something behind him... His eyes widened in horror.

It was a huge head, and it was his child's head that had become so large that it seemed to occupy the entire staircase, and it was in the hellfire below full of painful spirits, and it was smiling at him with its head raised and smiling: "You have turned back! ”