That's more like it.
The footsteps were just as hurried, and judging by the sound, they were even heading upstairs.
Fu Qian was quite satisfied with this sudden change.
Since the situation was unclear, in that brief burst of less than half a minute, he had tried to embrace as many cultural elements as possible--
Ordinary footsteps, fleeing for their lives, fear, an inhuman appearance, pursuit, clothes bursting apart, flickering unpredictably...
The key was to bombard them from every angle.
Now it seemed to have worked perfectly. He'd really flushed out a fish.
And this fish seemed to have an ordinary physique. Their footsteps were even louder than his, and they sounded quite panicked.
Even the direction they'd chosen made it seem as though he'd scared them.
But there was no need to hurry.
Fu Qian stayed seated and continued to wait quietly.
As befitted such a lively place, before long, another set of footsteps came from below.
These were also moving upward, but they weren't nearly as hurried or loud, and they were clearly coming from a point lower down than where he was now.
So there were already two humans in this dark game?
For a moment, Fu Qian couldn't help feeling as if the supernatural had weakened and his crazy-person index had risen.
Once the second set of footsteps had passed this floor, he finally stood, opened the door, and plunged into the darkness.
Although Eva was just downstairs, it was almost certainly not her.
No matter how hard her curiosity was to resist, even if she neither fled nor stayed in the storeroom, but instead wanted to come up and see what was going on, she wouldn't have gone out of her way to put on shoes.
Still, the footsteps chasing each other really did sound