The staircase spiraled upward, but there were no lights inside.
Upward seemed to lead toward a world of light.
The farther down he went, the darker it became. Eventually, aside from the few steps beneath his feet, everything else was pitch-black.
He had only just gone a few steps.
Xu Yanxing vaguely heard a loud bang behind him—the sound of a door closing.
His scalp instantly prickled.
The sound had come from the house he had left. There were no other rooms in the corridor, and no one had entered the corridor from the stairs. That left only two possibilities for the door closing.
Either the wind had blown it shut.
Or someone else was hiding inside that room.
Recalling the fleeting glimpse of a figure outside the bedroom window, Xu Yanxing unconsciously quickened his pace.
He wasn't sure whether the "person" who had closed the door had left the house.
What if they had closed the door before leaving? Although he hadn't heard any footsteps, he couldn't rule out the possibility that the other party was heading toward the stairs.
"Ancestors, please protect me."
Xu Yanxing hurried down the stairs.
Down and down he went.
Down and down.
The entrance to the stairwell had already disappeared from sight, and the footsteps and strange figure he feared most had not appeared behind him.
That made him breathe a sigh of relief.
But soon.
He realized that something was wrong with the staircase. It seemed far too long.
He had already descended more than a hundred steps.
Yet he still hadn't reached the next floor.
By the estimate of a normal building, he should have gone down more than ten stories by now, right? Could it be that this building didn't actually have upper and lower floors? Did these stairs lead