I looked at the wall, but I still couldn't see anything, maybe the reason why they could see the mural was precisely because the two were descendants of the Liu family, and the paint painted on this wall might be special and only the people of the Liu family could see it.

"Hey, forget it, if you can't see it, you can't see it, anyway, this mural is not very important to you, we can see it and remember it, and when I go back, I'll try to see if I can find a master, I'll dictate it to him to copy it out, and when the time comes...

Zhang Qian was only halfway through his words, when he suddenly stretched out from the stairs behind him, covered his mouth with two hands, and pulled him down the stairs, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye! And I didn't even hear the slightest sound in my ears!

Jia Mo next to him reacted very quickly, he jumped over and planned to go down the stairs to chase, but as soon as he reached the staircase, his body immediately froze, I quickly ran over to look down, the stairs were empty, just two or three seconds to go down the stairs and not make a sound, this is impossible!

This staircase is the staircase where the footsteps sounded just now, I looked at the dark and lengthy staircase below and cold sweat broke out, Jia Mo was about to walk down as soon as he raised his legs, I stopped him, "Don't be impulsive, this staircase is too weird, before you and Lao Luo suddenly disappeared on this staircase, followed by footsteps, and then out of nowhere a pair of hands pulled Zhang Qian down, and disappeared in just a few seconds, it was like a black hole." ”

Jamer gritted his teeth and sighed, "That's better than us doing nothing, right?" Even if we don't go down now, something weird will happen later that will take us somewhere else. ”

He has a point, since we arrived in Liujia Village, this place seems to have an independent consciousness to separate us, unless this deserted village becomes a spirit, otherwise someone must be behind the ghost, but this person is hiding too deeply, so far we have not noticed this person's entanglement hiding somewhere to pretend to be a ghost.

And if there is no one else in this place, there are only a few of us, then this person is hiding among us, and that is the most terrible result.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but move my eyes to Jia Mo's hand and looked at it twice, his suspicion was naturally the greatest, because every time someone disappeared, he was there, and when Lao Luo went up the stairs with him, Lao Luo disappeared, and after meeting us, Zhang Qian was pulled away by another pair of hands, but where did those hands come from? What's the deal with footsteps? His accomplices?

The development of the situation has to make me think about it a few more steps, and Lao Luo's suspicion at the beginning was him, but when I think of the fact that he fought with the chicken foot god before, and now I want to go down the stairs to chase Zhang Qian, I feel that the person who is secretly making ghosts is not him, in short, my current mood is very conflicted, and after thinking for a while, I realized that it doesn't matter who this person is, the important thing is to be sure that it is that person.

"Now it's time for us to ponder the mystery of this staircase, people can't disappear for no reason, I guess there must be a mechanism in this staircase that can turn people into nothing, maybe it's a secret door, or a downward trap, I seem to have had a short sense of falling after being blinded by the light in the staircase before, so I think the possibility of a trap is very great."

Jamer said how he felt, but I had more doubts about it than I believed, and his suspicions in my heart were not cleared, and I wouldn't easily believe his words and continue according to his foreshadowing.

However, whether it was Lao Luo or Zhang Qian, it seemed that there was no other possibility to find the two of them except going down the stairs, so I decided to take a risk and go down the stairs to see what Jia Mo wanted for the time being, when I was about to open my mouth when a strange sound suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"What's the sound?" I pricked up my ears and whispered, and Jia Mo tilted his neck and listened for a while, "It seems to be a gong and drum?" ”

In the middle of the night, someone beats gongs and drums, I don't think it's strange to change to the outside world, there is this custom in the countryside, and some people in the family will invite some gongs and drums to come to the house to beat and beat and cooperate with the Taoist priest to chant the scriptures, but this is a deserted village, if you want to say that the funeral is a funeral, is it for ghosts?

Either way, it sounded bad, and my goosebumps started a little bit, and Jammer gasped as he got his bearings, and he looked at me in horror, "It's down the stairs!" And it's stereo! It's on both sides! ”

I shuddered and hurriedly retreated to the edge of the stage, looked down and looked down at the bottom of my heart, the height was about ten meters, there was no shelter and no trees to climb around, if I jumped directly, I had to go directly to the Lord of Yama to report.

"It's over, it's a dilemma." I smiled bitterly twice after I retreated, and Jamer held the dagger and stared at the staircase with a fierce look, "No matter what comes up later, fight with them, and when we find an opportunity, we will rush down." ”

I sighed and took out the folding shovel, and now it can only be like this, let go and maybe there is a chance to escape, jumping from a height of more than ten meters is absolutely lifeless.

The sound of gongs and drums is getting closer and closer, but strangely enough, there are no footsteps on the stairs, or the sound of gongs and drums is overshadowing, or the gongs and drums are walking silently!

After a minute or two, the sound of gongs and drums was almost deafening, and my palms holding the folding shovel were covered with cold sweat, and soon a pale hand holding a gong stretched out at the two staircases in front of us at the same time, and two seconds later an old man in a black robe and a bowler hat appeared in front of us.

The old man was not a man at first glance, he carried the gong and his eyes were blank as if he were a walking corpse from the staircase, and then as if he didn't see us at all, he walked directly to the open space next to him and sat down, and I looked at it more carefully, I don't know when there was a wooden stool under his buttocks.

And then came up the stairs one after another, several of them were like him, and these must be ghosts, some holding cymbals, some carrying drums, some beating gongs, and they 'sat down' on both sides of the stage, and then beat the tune with their instruments.

I just stood like a log and didn't dare to come out, I really couldn't figure out which of these ghosts were going to sing, and it really looked like they were going to sing a big show.

I secretly glanced at Jia Mo, his cold sweat also flowed down, this kind of fear and nervousness can not be pretended, I was a little relieved to him in my heart, at this time there was a unique tone in the opera at the staircase, "Bring it up!" ”