The Vicious Ghost did not appear.
That "creak, creak" sound only existed on the staircase between the second and third floors. There was nothing unusual about the stairs from the first floor to the second, and they reached the second floor without incident.
"What a huge area."
As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, a hall greeted them.
Unlike the cramped first floor.
The second floor was spacious. The hall alone was three times larger than the entire first floor. It made no scientific sense, but it was extremely supernatural.
A ledger sat on the faded redwood counter. A wall clock hung on the wall, its hands stopped forever at eleven o'clock. On the tea table in the very center of the hall, there were also three cups of tea, each half-finished.
The tea had gone cold.
Clearly, their owners had been gone for a long time.
Compared to downstairs, this place looked more like a true first floor, while downstairs was no different from a basement.
"That scared me to death."
"My heart was in my throat the whole way."
"It almost jumped right out."
Several ordinary survivors who had mustered the courage to follow entered the second floor uneasily. Seeing that they were indoors, two of them assumed that, like the wooden building where they had sheltered before, this place was temporarily safe.
They actually dropped into the wooden chairs in front of the tea table, wanting to rest for a while.
"Don't sit!"
Yan Mo knew something was wrong.
He was about to warn them, but it was already too late.
The moment the two sat down, dark stains immediately began seeping out of the chairs.
"What's going on?"
They were startled and instinctively tried to stand.
But they found that their buttocks seemed