As soon as the three of them entered the third floor, they were greeted by a strong smell of rot.

"Vomit ......"

Wan Jinping retched, he was obviously not very used to this taste, Qiu Wangsheng, who was standing next to Ning Qiushui, his face was also blue and white, and he tried his best to endure the churning of his stomach.

"What does it smell like?"

"It's disgusting!"

Markham Ping covered his mouth with one hand, his brow furrowed.

Ning Qiushui made a 'silence' posture towards him, listened attentively for more than ten seconds, and did not hear any woman's voice.

He turned his head to Markham Ping and whispered:

"Markhamping, are you sure you heard me right?"

Markham Ping gritted his teeth and said:

"I've been single for 30 years, I can't be wrong with a woman's voice!"

Ning Qiushui nodded.

"Prepare the ghost weapon yourself, let's go to the room and have a look."

The three of them followed the smell of decay all the way to the middle of the corridor, the decoration of the third floor was not quite the same as the second floor, the middle of the corridor was separated by an iron door, and a small path was opened to the right.

The trail is not well lit.

The intense stench of decay came from within the path.

Squeak –

Just as Ning Qiushui was observing the path, the sound of the bamboo ladder being pushed came from behind them, and the three of them quickly turned around, and they heard a loud 'bang' after walking a few steps.

They returned to where they had come up and found that the bamboo ladder had been knocked down by something and had fallen to the ground.

"Wipe ...... Why don't you hold steady? ”

"It's broken this time, how are we going to go down?"

Markham had panic written on his face.

You must know that this guest house in the village is the same as the buildings built by the residents, each floor is three or four meters high, and the balcony on the third floor is ten meters high from the ground, and the ground is still full of potholes and gravel.

It is true that it is not easy to fall to death at this height, but it is self-evident what will happen if you are seriously injured behind the blood gate and affect the operation!

"Not steady?"

Qiu Wangsheng said coldly.

"Haven't you felt it when you climbed up?"

Markham was dumbfounded.

Indeed, when Ning Qiushui put the bamboo ladder, he was specially looking for an angle, unless it was a violent storm in a rainstorm and the ground was slippery, the bamboo ladder might be blown down.

Thinking of this, Markhamping's face turned pale.

It's not the wind, and there's no one under the guest house, so it's ......!

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

A familiar and icy laugh came from behind everyone.

The three of them jerked their heads back.

Nothing.

The horrible laughter came from the rancid-smelling path.

The three of them had already heard this voice last night, and the bad experience of last night made Markham Ping a little out of shape, and he climbed the railing of the balcony in a hurry, as if he was hesitating to jump off.

"Don't look at it, jumping into the ground below at this height, your foot is 90% likely to be bruised, and if you don't do it, you will break it."

"But as long as you land your hands and feet first, the chances of falling to death are very small."

"If your teammates are willing to take care of you, then the impact can be minimized."

"I helped you estimate the conclusion, we're here to watch you now, if you're going to jump, then go fast."

Ning Qiushui's calm voice eased Wan Jinping's wildly beating heart a little.

“……”

He glanced at Ning Qiushui, who was vigilantly around, and then looked at Qiu Wangsheng, who was attached to Ning Qiushui back to back, gritted his teeth, and came down from the railing again.

"Fuck ......"

Markham Ping scolded.

"Aren't you all afraid?"

Ning Qiushui once again took the lead and walked towards the path around the corner in front of him.

"Ask less useless questions."

"It's coming."

"If it's time to go forward, go forward."

Ning Qiushui's composure was indeed like a shot in the arm, hitting Wan Jinping's heart, he took a deep breath, and clutched the ghost weapon in his hand.

"People die and birds are facing the sky, fight!"

"Let's go!"

Entering the dimly lit pathway, the three of them felt an indescribable coldness, as if someone was blowing in their ears.

"It should be almost there."

A violent rancid stench lingered in the wings of his nose, and Ning Qiushui reminded the other two.

The ground in front of them was damp and slimy, and an unknown liquid soaked in, and there were many scratches and bloody palm prints on the rough concrete walls around it, and it was unknown what had happened here before.

The three of them proceeded cautiously, and just as they were about to reach the fork in the path, the strange laughter reappeared:

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

As soon as the sound appeared, something was thrown out of another path!

It was a round object wrapped in a sack.

The sack was already soaked in bright red blood, and it rolled on the ground with a "thump" sound.

The circular object bounced back after hitting the wall, and as it disappeared from the sight of the three men, the sound of the collision disappeared with it.

Ning Qiushui chased after him in great strides, but just as he was about to run to the corner, he suddenly stopped!

"What's wrong?"

Qiu Wangsheng, who was following behind, asked.

Ning Qiushui's eyelid on the right side kept jumping, and he gently touched the almost completely invisible silver thread in front of his neck with his hand.

Zi –

A barely audible sound sounded, and a drop of bright red blood remained on it!

When the two people behind them saw this scene, they were also in a cold sweat on their backs!

But if Ning Qiushui ran faster just now and didn't find this strand of silver, then the three of them would probably have already fallen to the ground!

"It's a pity ......"

A cold, resentful voice rang out from the other side of the corner, and then a rush of footsteps ran away......

Ning Qiushui beckoned to the two behind him, and carefully bent down to pass through the silver thread.

"Grass...... What the hell is this, not only can you casually enter our room, but also set such a terrifying trap? ”

Qiu Wangsheng's breathing was also rapid at this moment, and the cold sweat of Dou Da kept sliding down his head.

He slowly looked at Ning Qiushui, and his cold gaze revealed a complicated look.

Admire...... And curiosity.

That strand of silver was almost completely invisible in the dark, how did Ning Qiushui see it during the high-speed movement?

"That's what it is...... Is it the strong man who has passed the eighth gate......"

pS: The second update, go out and buy a fruit, come back and continue writing.