The Dark Corridor was lit only by the Eerie Cold Light cast by the flashlight.
Holding a flashlight and walking at the very front, Nan Tian continued downward while silently counting in his heart.
Perhaps because no one had cleaned the place for a long time, the stairwell was covered in dust. As they passed through, the steps were left with a mess of footprints.
When Nan Tian's count of the steps reached twenty-seven, the sight illuminated by the flashlight made his expression change slightly.
—The next flight of steps he was about to descend was blanketed in dust.
He remembered clearly that Zhou Zhuang, who had been walking at the front earlier, had stood on those very steps. But now, as far as the eye could see, there was not a single footprint.
As a Fitness Coach, Zhou Zhuang was one meter ninety tall, to say nothing of his muscles. He weighed at least 180 jin. He was not light as a feather—how could he possibly leave no footprints on steps covered in this much dust?
Earlier, he had only noticed something strange because the flashlight had happened to sweep across it. He had thought he might have seen wrong, but the situation was far worse than he had imagined.
...Zhou Zhuang was a ghost that had infiltrated their group.
And now, that ghost was standing behind him.
At the thought, Nan Tian felt a chill run down his back, as though a gust of cold wind were pouring straight into him.
After steadying himself slightly, Nan Tian let his gaze sweep over the next flight of stairs, then continued leading the two people behind him downward as if he had noticed nothing.
The rules existed to restrain ghosts. At the very least, he did not think that ghost