In fact, from Zhang Yongmao's mouth, when he knew the term yin-yang ladder, Fang Zheng was not surprised at all.

Long before he went to the yin, he had already learned about Zhang Yongmao's career.

Kick, Kick!

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

"Since you can take the initiative to appear in front of me, it means that the big ghost who killed Zhang Yongmao has discovered me, and my whereabouts have been exposed... But why hasn't the attack come for a long time? Are you waiting for something?"

Fang Zheng, who was holding the soul-attracting lamp, stood on the stairs, looking at Zhang Yongmao, who was still pale with fright, running up and down.

Actually, speaking of it at this time, according to the logic of normal people, Fangzheng should shoot directly, what kind of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, pretending to be gods and ghosts, and directly strangled in the cradle.

But this is not the reality.

Rather, they are walking in the underworld.

Sometimes, you can't get through it with common sense.

So, this makes Fang Zheng have to be a little cautious... In case of any deviation, his spiritual world will be trapped in the memory of the deceased forever, and his physical body in the outside world will be equivalent to becoming a soulless vegetative person.

The clock is still ticking.

In a world full of black and white tones, Zhang Yongmao is like an old-fashioned black-and-white videotape of the past, always in front of Fangzheng, repeating the same action back and forth.

Panicked and ran to the eleventh floor.

Then he ran back again.

His mouth was flustered, and he was afraid to read the three words Yin Yang Ladder.

It's like you can't walk up the stairs no matter how you walk... In the last moments before he was killed, a similar horror scene happened to him.

That's why there is a scene that keeps repeating in front of me.

The black-and-white tape loops over.

Click.

Remove the videotape and put it back into the player to continue the loop.

When the cycle is complete, click......

Take out the tape again, and so on.

Until the audience repeats it over and over again ten times, twenty times, thirty times, a hundred times... When I was about to vomit and became more and more impatient, the audience finally broke out unbearably.

Fang Zheng decided not to go on so endlessly.

He intends to use his own methods to solve the situation in front of him.

"Let me see if this broken staircase is a yin-yang ladder... Or is there a ghost behind me who has been pretending to be a ghost with me!"

Fang Zheng took a breath, groaned in his eyes, and began to walk down from the first step of the twelfth floor, counting the stairs.

Whether it is going up or down the stairs, everyone's subconscious mind is to take the right foot first.

The same is true for Founder.

One-step... Two steps... Three-step ......

Well?

Fang Zheng realized that something was wrong, he walked twenty or so steps, but he hadn't walked from the twelfth floor to the next platform. But according to his previous rough count, this staircase is about ten steps at most, and the staircase is not long.

Fang Zheng looked back at the stairs behind him, and he silently counted the number of steps down the stairs in his heart, which was thirteen.

They were numbered from the steps he had set up under his feet.

Fang Zheng stared at the stairs behind him, first thinking in place for a few seconds, and then, he turned around and walked back to the twelfth floor, counting his steps as he walked back, and as a result, Fang Zheng returned to the twelfth floor very smoothly.

It went surprisingly well.

"Interesting, interesting......"

"When I counted just now, it was thirteen stairs, which was singular, but when I returned to the twelfth floor, it became an even number, with the right foot as the starting point, the left foot as the end point, and one staircase missing, and it became a twelve-step staircase......"

"No wonder the old folk always say that when you walk alone at night, don't turn back, it seems that not only can you not turn back when you walk at night, but it is also easy to hit evil people when you climb the stairs alone at night......"

Subsequently, Founder tried two or three more times.

Every time, I can't go to the end, but it's clear that the platform on the eleventh floor is in front of me, but I can't go to the end.

And no matter how many steps he walked, twenty steps were the same as fifty steps, and when he turned back and counted the steps of the stairs behind him, it was always an odd number of thirteen stairs every time, but when he actually went to walk, it became an even number of twelve stairs.

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

This ghost story is called "Counting the Stairs".

Do you count the stairs in your home every day?

You first count the stairs in your home, how many steps there are, and then count them once a day, and when you count one step less... You'll be able to see what you want to see.

Kick, Kick!

Kick, Kick!

Just when Fang Zheng was standing on the twelfth floor and thinking about how to break the yin and yang ladder in front of him, Zhang Yongmao was still repeating again and again, passing by him, and kept running up and down.

Fang Zheng, who was thinking about it, looked at Zhang Yongmao, who ran over in a panic from his side again and again, and his two eyes gradually narrowed.

No doubt.

As soon as he left the shadows, he was already targeted by an evil spirit, and now he is trapped in this building.

For the time being, if you want to go out in the normal way, it will definitely not work.

Spiritual martial arts!

Visualization of the Demon Ape!

The aura on Fang Zheng's body changed suddenly, and his ancestors appeared, and black ape hair grew... Bang!

A tall, majestic demon ape, with a furious leap, did not follow the common sense of taking the stairs one by one, but directly across the stairwell, jumping directly from the twelfth floor!

This operation is suffocatingly simple and crude.

People from the twelfth floor, said to jump, jumped.

The arm bones are as thick as steel, and the magic ape with amazing arm strength stretches out its muscular ape arm, intending to grab the railing and land safely before landing at the last moment.

But just when he was about to fall to the first floor, and saw that the demon ape was about to fall to pieces, suddenly!

Founder's eyes have changed in the foreground!

At the last moment, instead of appearing on the first floor, he appeared in a dark, damp, and dayless cell.

The cell was sturdy, the walls were made of solid rock, even the iron fence was a finger's thick, and the cell he was in was empty.

The air is mixed with a very complex foul smell, the smell of rotting corpses, the stench of sewage, the stench of fecal excrement, the stench of food... All kinds of smells, mixed together, in this prison where the air is turbid and not circulated, mixed into an indescribable stench.

Fang Zheng was the only one in the cell.

No one else was imprisoned.

Faced with the inexplicable appearance in the cell, Fang Zheng's eyes sank, and he thought to himself, has he not escaped the interference of evil spirits?

Could it be that this is another trick made by the evil spirits behind the scenes?

At this time, Fang Zheng felt the abnormality in his hand, and looked down to see that the soul-attracting lamp that had been in his hand was actually gone.

Fang Zheng's face changed slightly.

"Damn it!"

Without the Soul Lamp to guide him back, he would not be able to leave the world of the shadows.

Fang Zheng did not act rashly, he stood in the cell, constantly visualizing spiritual martial arts over and over again, trying to see through the falsehood, but he found that all this was in vain.

I'm still in a cell right now.

Fang Zheng's brows became tighter and tighter, he was thinking about a way, how to get out of this place, and finally, his brows relaxed, he couldn't think of a way just to stand here, so he decided to take the initiative and get out of the cell to find a way to get out.