Chapter 47: Thirty-six Steps

Knock knock!

The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty space of the decaying staircase.

A group of teenagers looked around with nervousness and horror on their faces, and walked up the stairs step by step.

I don't know how long the staircase has been deposited, and there is a thick layer of dust everywhere.

As soon as the footsteps of the person walked up, they immediately stirred up a thick dust and filled the air, making people cough and cough.

"There's really no human figure!" Ye Yang's heart was in his throat, his eyes looked at the dusty road under his feet, and he frowned secretly.

According to his original suspicion, those who disappeared must have entered the staircase without permission to go missing.

But the steps are covered with dust, and if someone walked on them, there would have been footprints, but looking at the steps without a trace of them, it really doesn't look like someone has walked on them.

Bad thoughts came to his mind, but he didn't say them.

After all, this is a haunted mansion with evil spirits, and it is not uncommon for anything to happen, and nothing can be judged according to ordinary common sense.

Looking at Lu Xiaoxi, the senior sister leading the way in front of him, he thought about it and hurriedly followed.

All the way forward, everyone was frightened all the way.

The steps are built in a style that closely resembles modern buildings, but they look old for at least a hundred years.

There's something weird about everything.

The staircase was dimly lit, and there were dark shadows everywhere that made it difficult to see clearly.

Everyone walked extremely carefully with every step, groping their way forward.

Lu Xiaoxi's hands were sealed, and there were words in his mouth.

Between her slender white fingers was a paper talisman that emitted a faint yellow light, illuminating the surroundings.

Only then could everyone barely see the road under their feet.

"Is this the power of runes?" Seeing this, Ye Yang muttered to himself.

Along the way, Senior Sister Lu Xiaoxi's rune spells have given him too many surprises. He didn't expect that Fu Literature, a discipline known for its boring and boring books, could play such a big role in real practice in the hands of Senior Sister Lu Xiaoxi.

How important it is to apply what you have learned!

Ye Yang had a faint realization in his heart.

Then, under the light of Senior Sister Lu Xiaoxi's Mingguang Charm, everyone's pace sped up a little.

After walking forward for more than ten minutes, Lu Xiaoxi suddenly stopped and looked at the side of the steps in disbelief.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?" Ye Yang walked over curiously, but when he saw it, he immediately stayed in the local area, and a chill poured down from the top of his head.

For a while, there was no sound among the people, only the heavy breathing of the people.

A blood-colored mural emerged from the mottled walls, the crimson paint as bright as blood.

The head of a man with his hair in a cloak appeared, his head tilted up to the sky, his teeth bared, as if he was suffering unimaginable pain, wailing and weeping, and blood spilled from all seven orifices, which was terrifying.

"...... this?" Zhao Tian's mouth trembled, and he couldn't speak in horror.

And Luo Qian, who was standing beside him, was about to cry, "President, let's leave quickly!" This place is horrible! ”

Recovering from the fright, Lu Xiaoxi said categorically: "No! The missing classmates have not been found, and now we must not give up halfway! ”

She glanced at Zhao Tian deeply, "If you want to go back, go by yourself!" ”

"Who knows what the hell is in this damn staircase, let's go back ourselves? Wouldn't that be even more dangerous! Zhao Tian and Luo Qian glanced at each other, and didn't say anything more.

Lu Xiaoxi took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions and began to walk forward again.

Everyone looked at each other, but they followed silently.

Even a girl has such a big guts, don't they dare to take risks as boys, it would be too embarrassing to be compared like this.

"Senior Sister Lu Xiaoxi, it's really amazing!" Ye Yang secretly admired and followed closely.

His eyes were lowered, and the golden-red glow began to emerge again.

"Other people can not care, but Senior Sister Lu Xiaoxi has taken such good care of me all the way, no matter what, I must protect Senior Sister well. If that strange thing does appear, I'll be the first to warn her! Using his fiery eyes to gain unparalleled insight, he paid attention to the slightest movement around him, without the slightest carelessness.

……

The staircase was endless, and everyone walked forward in fear, walking for about ten minutes without reaching the end.

"When will this staircase come to an end?" There was a sound from the crowd that was about to have a nervous breakdown.

Looking at Lu Xiaoxi's solemn face standing in front, Ye Yang also frowned.

His eyes swept around, and suddenly he stared at the shadows of the wall on the other side.

A look of horror suddenly appeared on his face.

"What's wrong with the junior?" Lu Xiaoxi keenly noticed his strangeness and stepped forward to ask.

"Nothing!" Ye Yang's face turned pale, shook his head and said, "Senior sister, let's continue to move forward!" ”

"Hmm!" Glancing at him, Lu Xiaoxi didn't ask much and nodded.

But she didn't notice it, and unconsciously Ye Yang's eyes were full of solemnity.

A blood-colored head stood out in the shadow of the wall that had been left behind him.

"Why is there a fresco of the same here! This staircase is also a dead end? If that's the case, but why didn't we notice the steps we walked on when we came! Ye Yang's heart was full of doubts, and his mood was extremely heavy.

"1, 2, 3......" He nodded and looked at the steps under his feet, counting silently with the corners of his mouth, and reading a number for each step he took.

If this staircase is really an endless loop, the next time you see the mural, you may be able to calculate the exact number of layers of the staircase.

Knock knock!

The footsteps were hollow and dull.

Everyone walked silently on the stairs, exuding a strange and dull atmosphere, which made people's hearts extremely depressed.

“…… 34、35、36! And Ye Yang was still silently reading, and suddenly his body shook, and a terrifying light shot out of his eyes, staring at one place.

In the shadow of the wall where the light runes could hardly illuminate, a shocking mural of blood-colored skulls appeared silently.

But in front of Ye Yang, who opened his fiery eyes, it was extremely clear.

“36! Have we been going around in circles all this time, there are 36 steps in total! He shouted in his heart.

"Nope! It's not certain, maybe this mural is just a mark, maybe there is one such inexplicable mark every thirty-six floors! Ye Yang hadn't given up hope yet, and thought of another possibility.

In order to confirm his thoughts, his heart moved, and he suddenly and silently tore off a small piece of the corner of his clothes and threw it in a corner of the steps.

Ye Yang continued to walk forward and continued to count, "1, 2, 3......"