The moment I pulled open the fire door, I realized that the other side wasn't a floor at all.
It was a staircase slanting both upward and downward.
It was as if we were standing in the middle of a Swastika Byte Point.
I shone my phone's flashlight up and down. It was dim and pitch-black, with no end in sight.
It felt as though the staircase led straight into hell.
"Damn it, these ghostly things are so damn annoying. They're trying to trap us here until we die."
As I spoke, I slammed a fist against the door.
It rang out with a dull bang.
Seeing my anger, Wang Cui spoke up as well.
"Senior, why don't you stop worrying about me?
Figure out a way to leave on your own.
I'm already dead. I don't want to drag you down even after death."
Wang Cui's voice was choked with tears.
Though half her face had no skin, it was obvious that she truly did not want to burden me.
But at a time like this, we were grasshoppers tied to the same rope.
Besides, I couldn't abandon someone who had saved me.
Even if she was a ghost.
I first steadied my emotions.
I forced myself to calm down, repeatedly telling myself, Calm down, calm down.
I absolutely couldn't let everything before me affect my state of mind.
The moment I lost my composure, there would be no chance of escaping.
After taking several deep breaths, I calmed down and said to Wang Cui,
"Junior, don't say that.
There's always a way out. We'll definitely find one."
After saying that, I looked at the Fish Bone Sword in my hand again.
Judging by the brightness of its inscriptions, every direction was equally bright.
It seemed we were trapped