A Way to Survive

Lin Muyun's expression froze when he heard that. For a moment, he didn't understand. He first glanced at the stairs leading down, then looked at Xia Qiang and asked in confusion, "Captain Xia, are we... escaping upward?"

Anyone could see that fleeing upward while the killer was after them was a dead end. Sooner or later, they would be found.

If they fled downward, there was at least a slim chance of survival.

But Xia Qiang persuaded Lin Muyun with a single sentence. "Young Master Lin, the killer may have thought of everything we have."

From his experience with missions, Xia Qiang had gradually come to understand one thing: ghosts were indeed the embodiment of madness and malice, but that didn't mean they were stupid. On the contrary, most of them were more cunning than people.

The only thing that could restrain them was the rules.

Just recently, for example, Jiang Cheng and Lin Muwan's group had run straight into the killer. But because of the rules, it couldn't attack them, and the two of them had survived.

Xia Qiang and Lin Muyun stepped onto the stairs leading up and quickly disappeared into the fog.

Not long after they left, a gust of wind inexplicably swept through the emergency stairwell. It wasn't strong, but it stirred the surrounding fog.

At the turn in the stairs leading down, the wind blew away the fog, revealing a pair of black leather boots.

The boots were as big as boats and stood tightly together, motionless.

It seemed they had been standing there for some time.

"Where are we going now?" Lin Muyun asked softly. It was very quiet nearby, and he didn't dare speak loudly, afraid of drawing something out of the fog.

Strangely enough, after staring at the fog for a while,