The Fat One's Magical Puzzle

The ghost had already fled, and the staircase returned to normal.

This time, the three of them easily made it to the second floor without encountering the Stairway to Heaven again.

Although Curly Hair had some complaints about Gu Mian and the others insisting on going up to the second floor, after witnessing the Stairway God of War's intimidation, he honestly followed them anyway.

"Does your doctor have some kind of Special Item on him? The sort that makes ghosts run the moment they see it?" Curly Hair asked the fat man as they climbed.

The doctor obviously didn't have anything like that. Unable to explain, the fat man gathered all the knowledge he had accumulated over his lifetime and gave Curly Hair a wickedly charming smile, hoping to make himself seem a little more mysterious.

Looking at the fat man's menacing grin, Curly Hair silently swallowed and didn't dare ask any further. If he didn't want to answer, then fine—why did he have to look so fierce about it?

Seeing that Curly Hair had stopped asking, the fat man smugly turned back around, feeling even more mysterious than before.

The second floor had only one hall and one storage room.

After coming upstairs, the trail of blood went straight into the storage room and led toward its corner.

Standing some distance outside the storage room, the fat man poked his head inside. "This guy actually managed to get up to the second floor. Could it be that he wasn't trapped by that thing on the stairs?"

"Maybe he had some special trick," Curly Hair said, equally curious about what was inside. "But the blood trail goes in and never comes back out. He still died in there in the end and never got out."

As they spoke, Gu Mian