An irresistible drowsiness struck, and when I finally remained awake, I realized that it must have something to do with the mysterious voice just now, and although I knew it in my heart, I was powerless, and my eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds as unbearable.

I don't know how long I was in a coma, and I had a very weird dream in between. In my dream, there was a strange room, I was hung by ropes from the beams, and the most terrifying thing was that there were people who looked like me constantly being hung up. In the end, the whole room was filled with figures hanging in the air, and the most terrifying thing was that these people were all me.

In that dream, I was mass-produced as if I were a product.

I was woken up. When I woke up, it was dark, there was no light, and the silence around me was terrible, and it took me a lot of effort to calm myself down.

I reached out and touched it, but fortunately, the flashlight was at hand. After screwing it up, I found my backpack and began to look around.

It was a room, the floor, the windows, and the walls, all wooden, and it looked like it was very old, and in some places it was rotten, and there were messy footsteps on the ground everywhere in the direction of the doorway.

People have been here before, and it's only recent.

I guess this is the footprints of Yang Xiaoqi and others. Looking at the footprints, a wooden door that was almost falling off appeared in front of me, and the door frame and door leaf hung irregularly together, which should have been violently destroyed by someone, I think it might be a beard or a flying mirror.

I checked the whole room, it was empty and there was no other furniture. Collect your heart and walk in the direction of the door.

But at the whole time, I suddenly felt a numb scalp.

In the intricate footprints on the ground, there was a trace of a bare foot. Almost at the same time, I felt a chill all over my body, and I was terrified.

What's going on?

Who would run back and forth barefoot and idle?

Flying Scope? Beard? Although these two buddies are usually unreliable, they are not like this. Yang Xiaoqi and others are even more impossible.

The footprints on the floor cast a shadow on the heart. This kind of thing can no longer be called horror, and the word horror should be more appropriate.

The footprints were also in the direction of the door, and I was afraid that I would stay where I was for a while, and I didn't dare to leave this room. I am afraid that I will see the owner of these footprints when I go out.

I froze where I was and began to observe the footprints. Surprisingly, these footprints gave me a sense of déjà vu. Not the kind I've seen with my own eyes, but I've heard something like that.

I frowned slightly, magnifying and magnifying the feeling infinitely, until I finally understood that this was a fucking double footprint!

I wrote about this kind of footprint at the beginning of the 'Necromantic File', which Yang Xiaoqi encountered when he went to Li's family Tuozi to handle the case. When he told me at that time, I was very impressed, and I kept making up the appearance of these footprints, so when I saw these footprints, I had a familiar illusion.

How can there be a double footprint here? Could it be that the ghost of Li Jiatuozi also followed here? No, Feijing doesn't eat dry food.

Or are these two groups of people at all? One of them also hit the 'ghost'?

The more I thought about it, the more likely it became. I became excited, since this is the case, that is to say, the forces that have always opposed us have also come here, if I am not mistaken, that force is likely to be the same as Old Man Qi.

To make sure my guess was correct, I pored over all the footprints in the room and found that there were at least nine of them. This means that there are other teams here.

I can't guess which side it will be, and I don't know where it will go. After calming down, I looked at my watch, and by this time the hands had already started to work, indicating that I had come out of that weird area.

Gather your mood again and start walking out the door.

Outside the door was a hallway, and beyond the hallway was an open space. The corridor surrounds the entire open space, and in the middle of the open space is a pavilion building, because the flashlight is insufficient, so it is impossible to see anything specifically.

Even so, it was enough for me to conclude that this was the strange old building. The ancient building that appeared inside the stone.

I'm on the first floor of the ancient building, and there are at least a hundred rooms on this floor.

It was the safest route to follow in the direction of the footprints, because I simply didn't have the strength to open up new paths.

It's better to follow in the footsteps of your predecessors.

After a short time, the door of one of the rooms in front had been kicked open, and when I looked inside, I saw a dark coffin in the middle of the room.

Looking inside, the coffin was opened, but there were no footprints around, and I didn't dare to go in. After chanting Amitabha, he continued to walk in the direction of the footprints.

In between, there were countless doorways to the rooms, all tightly closed, with no sign of opening. Although I was very curious, I still didn't have the courage to open any of the doors inside.

The footprints lead straight to the corridor on the second floor. After walking for about ten minutes, I finally came to the second floor. In general, it is no different from the first floor, except that the width of the corridor has changed slightly, and it seems to be narrower.

The appearance of the room is unchanged, with wooden doors and windows, and a musty smell peculiar to wood. After passing through a dozen rooms, a door appeared in front of it that was opened. The footprints walked towards the door, indicating that they had waited to be there.

After a little composure, he took out his dagger and walked towards the door. Inside was still a coffin, no different from the previous one, this one was also opened.

There are messy footsteps around the coffin, and the traces are still very fresh. I knew that this should be left by the beard and the others, and the barefoot footprints also appeared in it, all the way, never stopped.

Inside the coffin was a corpse, already in a state like a dried corpse, with a square mark in the direction of the head, and I thought there should be a burial object here, for fear that someone else would have taken it.

Looking around, I was a little disappointed that I didn't find anything but a corpse, Yang Xiaoqi and they really didn't seem to have left me any clues.

So far, I haven't seen any record of this ancient building, or even anything written about it, which is inevitably a bit disappointing.

Coming out of the room again, I followed the footprints again. This time I went straight to the third floor.

Third floor.

My heart suddenly jumped very fast, what did they not tell me to see?

When I arrived on the third floor, I was suddenly afraid to leave. It was a fear akin to excitement, very paradoxical.

The area of the third floor is smaller, and it seems that this ancient building is built in such a style, and the higher you go, the fewer rooms there are, and maybe there will be only one room on the top floor.

I collected my thoughts, threw away some of my frightening thoughts, and slowly walked towards the room where the beard had spoken.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be the left number, the left side of the corridor counts the thirteenth column of the corridor, near the second window of that column.