Six minutes had passed since the game began.
At the news that everyone on the first and second floors had been eliminated, the four-person squad huddled in a circle, crouching on the stairs between the second and third floors.
Jiang Nian frowned slightly. "Chuhe and the others must have gathered together to get eliminated all at once. Somewhere on the first or second floor must be packed with ghosts."
Tan Xuguang hugged his knees tightly to avoid exposing himself, then offered a suggestion. "Then should we split into two groups? If there are ghosts on one floor, we can go to the other?"
Wen Jincheng remembered the zombie they had locked up twice and shook his head. "The Iron Bucket Zombie should be coming after us too. With the ghosts from the first and second floors joining in this time, we'd better stick together."
"Let's check out the second floor first and play it by ear. We just need to find a way to last these final four minutes."
Everyone nodded. That was all they could do for now.
With Feng Xing taking the lead and Tan Xuguang bringing up the rear, the four of them quietly edged toward the second-floor stairwell entrance.
Feng Xing turned and shushed them, signaling for them to stay quiet, then poked his head into the corridor to check for any movement.
He surveyed the corridor on this side but saw no sign of any ghosts. It was so quiet that it seemed no one had ever been there.
"Well? Anything moving?"
Jiang Nian whispered the question from behind him.
Feng Xing turned back to report. "There's no one here on the second floor. Song Jici and the others must have been caught on the first floor just now. Let's find a room here and