As soon as he thought that he was going to be hit, he immediately squatted down and first touched the ground with his hand. It's okay not to touch it, but when I touch it, I was sweating profusely, and my feet were not wooden floors, but hard clods, and they were still uneven.

I touched my back a few more times, and the road I came to was all this kind of clods, and my heart suddenly tightened, and I was so frightened by this sudden change that I almost didn't sit on the ground. I always thought that I had overcome the fear of emergencies in my heart and could adapt to any unexpected situation, but when this situation came, I still felt the fear, and now it seems that I still haven't passed my own level.

The heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, creating a premonition of extreme fear. I don't know if I've been tricked, but I know that I'm definitely heading for a trap. The only thing that puzzled me was that the clods of dirt under my feet were uneven, but I had just walked so smoothly without noticing at all, which was so unreasonable.

I'm trying to keep the fear in my heart as much as possible, reminding myself not to move, and at the same time calming my nerves and relieving the stress that is being in my mind. My brain is also constantly filtering the structure of the entire wooden building, although I don't know what the layout of the second floor of the road looks like, but I have also seen the frame of the wooden building from the outside.

For now, I have to figure out where I am and whether I have been hit. Despite the clatter of wood in the distance, I knew that I could not go any further.

When I was outside, I observed that the whole wooden building was not connected to the outside, only the roof of the wooden building was connected to the mountain stone above, so the overall structure of this wooden building should be wooden. If it was on the first floor, I wouldn't have thought about it, but this was on the second floor, and all I had under my feet was the wooden floor, and there could have been nothing else, unless I wasn't in the wooden building anymore.

For a while, this question was in my mind, and I was also so confused by this question that I forgot many details that I had come by. I'm repeating myself that I need to be calm, and that only being awake can solve the problem. Although I was constantly reminding myself, I still couldn't calm down, although my brain was awake and my will was still there, but I thought of all the details for a while, and I'm afraid it's hard for me to do it now.

I have to admit that I panicked a little when I touched the clod of dirt under my feet, because this is not a small matter, this is a big matter related to my life, and nothing is more important than life. I took a few deep breaths, calmed my mind with a forced method, closed my eyes and thought quietly.

I have to get this straight, because only when I understand this problem can I know if I'm still in the wooden building. If I'm no longer in the wooden building now, then I must have been tricked, and it's hard to say whether I can return to the wooden building.

My brain was rapidly calculating the area of the entire first floor, and after knowing the area of the first floor, I was about to start remembering how many steps I had walked after walking through the screen to get here, because only in this way could I calculate whether I was still in the wooden building.

I began to recall step by step, and calculated every big step and small step very carefully, trying to minimize the error. After a period of careful conversion, I have deduced that where I am now, this should be the wall on the second floor. If it is not on the second floor, but on the first floor, then this location should be the gate that has just entered the wooden building, that is, I am now above the gate of the wooden building.

Walking up the stairs to this point, I had just passed the entire second floor, and I should have walked to the other end of the second floor by now, but I didn't feel any walls around me.

Although I figured out where I was, I didn't solve the substantive problem either, because there were no walls around me at all. I tried many times around with a torch and never hit any resistance, which had to make me wonder if I had made a mistake in my calculations.

After a period of thinking and struggle, I am still very firm in the results of my calculations, although I am not sure that they are 100% accurate, but the error will never be greater than one step. If this is the case, a new question arises, then where are the walls, even if it is a wooden building, there should be wooden walls. At least when I looked outside, the second floor was walled and made of pure wood.

At that moment, the distant clatter of wood suddenly stopped, and the ghostly cries for help and the swishing jumps disappeared almost at the same time. There was silence all around me, and I was startled by the sudden silence, and my heart, which had been relieved, suddenly began to beat rapidly.

It's like two people fighting in the dark, neither of them can see each other, and they can only rely on their voices to discern each other's location. But if the other party suddenly calms down and no longer gives you any sound, you will have a sense of fear, because you don't know what the other party is doing, you don't know where the other party is, and when to make any moves to you, so all this is unknown, only when the other party really moves, you know where the other party is, but then it may be too late.

I'm in a worse situation now than fighting in the dark, because I don't know who my enemies are or how many they are. I tried to squat and walk back, but this time after walking a few steps, I felt that the road was uneven, how I walked and how it didn't feel right, and I even suspected that I was going in the wrong direction.

I walked ten steps back, and I didn't even reach the wooden floor, and a cold sweat broke out on my face. I'm beginning to understand that the sound of the voice has disappeared just now, because it is very likely that I have been tricked, and the angry ghosts have achieved their purpose.

As soon as I thought that I had fallen into the trap of these angry ghosts, my heart became more and more furious, and I began to shout for help at the top of my throat around me, first calling a few little wolves, and then a few old prostitutes, but no matter how I shouted, no one answered.

I don't know if I was taken to another place by the angry ghost, but I am sure that the old prostitute is not in the same place as me, and they can't hear my cries for help, and if the old prostitute can hear it, then he will definitely respond to me at the first time.

Now it seems that I have been isolated, and I am not sure whether I am still in this wooden building, although I can't see my own expression, but I think it must be a blank face, because I don't know what to do at this time.