Old Hong was in decent shape and knew some martial arts. Though he had been nervous and frightened along the way, he still had enough stamina to keep up.
"Creak!"
"Creak!"
"Creak!"
The staircase swayed, and everyone placed each step with extreme caution, afraid of breaking the stairs and falling.
"Where the hell are we going? Your Uncle Hong has never suffered like this before..."
Old Hong cursed inwardly.
He raised his head and looked upward. Aside from Chen Baolin's outline, he could see nothing. Then he looked down, but could only make out the top of the head of the person behind him.
Farther down was nothing but an expanse of empty darkness, like a bottomless abyss.
Climbing stairs in a place like this.
After a long time.
It created an overwhelming sense of panic and loneliness, as if the entire world had abandoned him.
"Ah."
"I should never have come to Wang Family Village."
"What a lousy place."
"What terrible luck."
"Once I get back, I'm never coming here again!"
He could only keep those words bottled up inside.
Old Hong was no fool. Naturally, he did not dare speak recklessly in this environment. No one knew whether making random sounds would attract the gaze of something lurking in the darkness.
Even if they were temporarily safe.
There was no guarantee that Chen Baolin ahead would not kick him down the stairs.
Although he was an ordinary person.
He was well-traveled and understood Special Ability Users very well.
Those people acted without restraint. Killing someone was easier for them than killing a chicken. Let alone a mere accountant—even his employer would have to behave cautiously around them.
In the eyes of Special Ability Users, ordinary people were no different from pigs or dogs. If they killed them, so