The two climbed the stairs.
First came the fourth floor.
It was deathly quiet, not much different from when they had arrived. But Jiang Qiao keenly noticed faint traces of stench in the air.
Behind those tightly shut doors, something seemed to be slowly rotting away.
"Don't worry about it."
"Keep going."
Jiang Qiao did not try to open the doors to check the situation. He immediately headed for the stairs leading to the third floor.
Dragon Tiger Daoist followed behind him.
He remained equally silent.
Outside, he was a genius, but ever since entering this great tomb, he had been completely dumbfounded. He secretly swore to himself that he would never fucking wander into special zones again.
The two climbed the stairs.
They soon left the fourth floor and entered the third.
The moment they stepped out, after only two steps, Jiang Qiao suddenly stopped and asked, "Did you hear that?"
Dragon Tiger Daoist focused and listened.
Then he nodded.
"I heard it."
From one of the rooms ahead in the corridor came a muffled sound.
"Thud—thud—thud—"
"Thud—thud—thud—"
The sound followed a steady rhythm, evenly spaced, as though something heavy were repeatedly striking the floor.
The two exchanged a glance.
Then they headed toward the sound.
The corridor ran straight ahead.
There was nowhere to detour.
Very quickly, they reached the middle of the corridor. One door stood half-open, and the sound was coming from within.
Jiang Qiao paused slightly at the doorway.
The sight inside made his brow twitch.
A bizarre figure stood upside down in the middle of the room, head down and feet up.
Its head pressed against the floor while its feet stuck to the ceiling. Its two-meter-tall body was inverted in a posture that completely defied gravity.
At that moment, it was striking the