Following the method given by the voice in the darkness, Yang Jian and the others went down the steps smoothly indeed. None of the steps broke or collapsed.
But that voice had also said there were ghosts on the staircase and dangers lurked there. Finding the right way downstairs did not necessarily mean it was safe.
Soon, Yang Jian, who was descending the stairs, spotted something unusual ahead.
A person was lying sprawled across the steps. The person did not move at all, as if they had been there for a very, very long time. Their body was coated in dust, and more strangely, the middle of their body was shriveled and sunken, as though a huge chunk were missing.
"Is that the ghost on the stairs? Don't bother with it. I'll deal with it."
Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly. He did not stop walking. The instant he stepped over it, the coffin nail in his hand came down, piercing straight through the chest of the sunken corpse on the stairs.
The corpse lying on the steps remained motionless. It was impossible to tell whether the vicious ghost had yet to revive or whether the coffin nail in Yang Jian's hand had worked.
Still, this directly avoided one danger, and they continued onward without issue.
After walking for another stretch, something abnormal appeared on the stairs again. This time was somewhat different from before. A clay doll had been placed on the steps. It was not very large, looking about eleven or twelve years old, and it was shaped like a little girl.
But the clay doll's pose was rather strange. Its mouth was wide open as though it were screaming, making it deeply unsettling.
Yang Jian did not hesitate either. He stepped forward, raising the cracked spear in his