In fact, Fang Zheng was not surprised at all when he heard the term Yin-Yang Ladder from Zhang Yongmao.
He had already learned about Zhang Yongmao's career situation long before his death.
pedal! pedal! pedal!
Zhang Yongmao was still in front of Fang, running up and down.
"Since I can take the initiative to appear in front of me, it means that the evil spirit that killed Zhang Yongmao has found me, and my whereabouts have been exposed... But why hasn't the attack come for a long time? Are you waiting for something?"
Fangzheng, holding the Soul Lamp in his hand, stood on the stairs, looking at Zhang Yongmao, who was still pale with fright, running up and down.
In fact, speaking of it at this time, according to the logic of normal people, Fangzheng should take action directly, pretending to be ghosts and ghosts, and killing him in the cradle.
But it's not reality here.
Instead, they are walking in the shadow world.
Sometimes, it is impossible to get over it with common sense.
Therefore, Fangzheng had to be a little more cautious... In case of any deviation, his spiritual world would be forever trapped in the memory of the deceased, and his physical body in the outside world would be equivalent to becoming a vegetative person without a soul.
Time is still ticking.
In a world full of black and white tones, Zhang Yongmao is like an old-fashioned black and white video tape in the past, always in front of Fang, repeating the same action back and forth.
Panicked and ran to the eleventh floor.
Then ran back again.
Still trembling over and over again the word Yin-Yang Ladder.
It's like, no matter how you walk, you can't get out of the stairs... At the last moment before he was killed, a similar horror scene happened to him.
That's why there is a scene that keeps repeating before my eyes.
The black-and-white videotape loops over.
click.
Take out the tape and put it back in the player to continue the loop.
When the cycle is complete, click...
Take out the video tape again, and so on.
Until the audience watched it ten times over and over again! Twenty times! Thirty times! A hundred times... When I was about to vomit and became more and more impatient, the audience finally broke out unbearably.
Fangzheng decided not to waste it endlessly.
He intends to use his own method to solve the situation in front of him.
"Let me see if this broken staircase is the Yin-Yang Ladder...or is there a ghost behind me who has been playing tricks on me!"
Fangzheng took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, and began to walk down from the first level of the twelfth floor, counting the number of stairs.
Whether it is going up or down the stairs, everyone's subconscious mind is to take the right foot first.
The same is true for Fangzheng.
One step...two steps...three steps...
Um
Fangzheng realized something was wrong. He walked twenty steps, but he still hadn't reached the next platform from the twelfth floor. But according to his previous rough count, the stairs are at most about ten steps, and the stairs are not long.
Fangzheng turned his head to look at the stairs behind him. He silently counted the number of steps down, and it was thirteen.
It is counted from the steps at his feet.
Fangzheng stared at the stairs behind him. He thought for a few seconds at the same spot. Then, he turned around and walked back to the twelfth floor. While walking back, he counted his steps. As a result, Fangzheng returned to the twelfth floor smoothly. .
It went surprisingly smoothly.
"Interesting, interesting..."
"When I counted just now, it was thirteen stairs, which was an odd number. When I returned to the twelfth floor, it became an even number. The right foot was the starting point, and the left foot became the end point. One step was missing, and it became Twelve stairs…”
"No wonder the folks always say that when you walk alone at night, don't turn back. It seems that not only you can't turn back when you walk at night, but you can easily run into evil when you climb the stairs alone at night..."
Afterwards, Fangzheng tried again and again two or three times.
Every time I can't go to the end no matter what, but obviously the eleventh floor platform is in front of me, but I just can't go to the end.
And no matter how many steps he takes, twenty steps are the same as fifty steps. When he turns around and counts the steps behind him, it is always an odd number of thirteen steps, but when he actually walks, it becomes An even number of twelve stairs.
Fangzheng couldn't help thinking of a ghost story he had read in the past.
The ghost story is called "Counting the Stairs".
Do you count the stairs in your home every day
You first count the stairs in your home, how many steps there are, and then count once a day, and when the number is less than one level...you can see what you want to see.
pedal! pedal! pedal!
pedal! pedal! pedal!
When Fangzheng was standing on the twelfth floor thinking about how to break the Yin-Yang ladder in front of him, Zhang Yongmao was still repeating it again and again, passing by him, running up and down non-stop.
Fangzheng, who was thinking, looked at Zhang Yongmao who ran past him in a panic, his eyes gradually narrowed.
no doubt.
As soon as he passed away, he was already targeted by an evil spirit, and now he is trapped in this building.
From the current point of view, if you want to go out in the normal way, it will definitely not work.
Spiritual martial arts!
Demon Ape Visualization!
The aura on Fang Zheng's body suddenly changed, he appeared atavistic, and grew black ape hair... Bang!
A tall, majestic demon ape leaped violently, instead of going up the stairs step by step according to common sense, but directly crossed the stairwell and fell directly from the twelfth floor to the first floor!
This operation is suffocatingly simple and crude.
People jump from the twelfth floor when they say they jump.
The arm bones were as thick as steel, and the demonic ape with astonishing arm strength stretched out its muscular ape arms, intending to grab the railing before landing at the last moment and land safely.
But just when it was about to fall to the first floor, suddenly!
Fangzheng's foreground changed!
At the last moment, he didn't appear on the first floor, but in a dark, damp, dark cell.
The cell was built very solidly, the walls were made of strips of hard rock, and even the iron fence was as thick as a finger. The cell he was in was empty.
There is a very complex stench in the air, rotting corpses, sewage, feces and excrement, food... all kinds of smells, mixed together, in this prison with dirty air, mixed together Into an indescribable nasal stench.
Fangzheng was the only one in the cell.
No one else was imprisoned.
Facing the inexplicable appearance in the cell, Fangzheng's eyes sank, wondering if he hadn't escaped the interference of evil spirits yet
Is this another trick played by the evil spirits behind it
At this time, Fangzheng felt something strange in his hand, and looked down, the soul-inducing lamp that had been in his hand had disappeared.
Fang Zheng's expression changed slightly.
"Damn it!"
Without the soul-guiding lamp to guide the way back, he would not be able to leave the world of wandering yin.
Fangzheng didn't act rashly. He stood in the cell, contemplating spiritual martial arts over and over again, trying to see through the illusion, but he found that all these efforts were futile.
He was still in the prison cell.
Fangzheng's frown became tighter and tighter, he was thinking of a way, how to get out of this ghostly place, and finally, his brows loosened, and he couldn't think of a way to stand here, so he decided to take the initiative and get out of the cell to find a way to get out.
(end of this chapter)