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"Da, da, da."

Du Wang stood alone at the familiar corner of the 15th-floor staircase and stopped.

Just now, when they were going uphill, Liu Qiang beat him to it, intending to go first.

Unexpectedly, he disappeared from Du Wang's sight with a single turn.

Followed by.

Du Wang climbed up three floors in a row and found that each floor was the 15th floor.

Go down, and every floor is also 15 stories.

The staircase on the 15th floor looked like it had been copied and pasted hundreds of times, stuck together.

No matter whether he goes up or down, he cannot escape this level.

After walking for a long time, Du Wang even felt that his perception of space and time was becoming confused.

He knew he was trapped in a maze.

"In the realm of ghosts, anything can happen."

This is a sentence that is emphasized in the Investigation Department's manual.

So he didn't panic; he just walked around thinking about how to break the deadlock.

As he walked for a long time, feelings of loneliness and suffocation slowly grew from the bottom of his heart, gradually turning into a real feeling that strangled his neck and made it difficult for him to breathe.

The stairwell was exceptionally dark, with old-fashioned incandescent bulbs crackling in the ceiling, but their light remained confined to the perimeter, failing to illuminate the rustling corners.

"Perhaps I've been standing still all along."

Du Wang combined his illusion abilities to arrive at a guess.

Ghosts cannot change the laws of physics, but they can deceive you on a physical level.

For example, the eyes.

What you see may not be the truth.

Perhaps the exit is near the stairs.

Thinking of this, he didn't rush upstairs, but instead walked to the wall and stretched out his hand.

The grayish-white walls felt cold to the touch, like ice blocks that hadn't melted for over a decade. When you got close, your nasal cavity was filled with a damp, rotten smell that gave you goosebumps.

He walked around the stairwell but didn't touch anything strange.

So he lifted his foot and went up the steps one by one, his hand following along, touching each step carefully.

But wherever they went, it was all cold and unchanged.

It was as if his guess was wrong.

This made Du Wang feel uneasy. He felt as if he had overlooked something, as if he had forgotten something important.

"Tick-tock..."

The sound of water suddenly appeared in my ears.

Du Wang turned around abruptly, but did not see the water droplets.

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

The sound of dripping water appeared at a gentle rhythm, and then increased.

Their echoes reverberated in the silent stairwell, like the ticking of a countdown pocket watch.

A strange sense of tension arose in Du Wang's heart. He lifted his foot and kept moving upwards, trying to escape the sound of dripping water.

He ran up five floors in one go before finally stopping.

however.

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

The sound of dripping water appeared in Du Wang's ears at a strange, fixed frequency, following him like a shadow.

Du Wang felt his breathing becoming increasingly difficult, and he had to take three deep breaths to inhale about one breath of oxygen.

It's like the symptoms after strenuous exercise.

He put his hands on his hips and tried to slow his breathing.

The feeling of oxygen deprivation lingered deep in my brain, and instead of weakening with rest, it grew stronger.

"This can't go on."

Du Wang's gaze swept across the empty stairwell, trying to find a way to leave.

The security door had disappeared the first time he went upstairs; all he faced were walls, and more walls.

The ceiling was a full 3 meters high. Even after being devoured several times and having his physical abilities enhanced, he still hadn't reached the point where he could jump up there out of thin air.

So where is the key to breaking the deadlock?

Du Wang's breathing became rapid, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more severe.

He touched his neck and opened his collar, but it did nothing to alleviate the situation.

"Tick-tock~"

The dripping sound in my ears grew louder.

Its appearance disrupted Du Wang's breathing rhythm, making him even more agitated.

Du Wang closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the sound, but found it was no use.

"Tick-tock~"

"Tick-tock~"

"wrong."

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the walls around him again.

In his view, all the walls were clean and tidy, without the black mist characteristic of evil spirits, nor any black cracks.

"That's not right."

Du Wang suddenly realized what he had overlooked.

If the ghost used illusionary abilities to obscure his vision, then he should have been able to see a faint black mist in the stairwell!

Because illusions are essentially an extension of the power of ghosts and monsters.

But I didn't see anything!

It was as if everything was real.

This proves that I was not blinded, but rather that I was attacked on a spiritual level!

In other words, his current state is close to sleepwalking.

Everything that just happened felt like a dream!

Having figured this out, Du Wang suddenly looked up at the top of his head.

There was nothing there, only dark shadows.

"Since that's the case..."

His hands ignited with faint blue flames, then he gripped them tightly upwards, as if seizing a rope!

The next second, a faint sizzling sound came from afar.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock..."

The dripping sound quickened, but it couldn't stop Du Wang's actions.

"boom!"

Blue flames burned fiercely in his hands, and he pushed the power of his natal spirit to its limit.

The wailing followed, growing louder as it approached, eventually filling my ears.

Du Wang felt a sudden lightness on his neck, and then he found himself sinking into the concrete.

"Bang."

The pain from his body hitting the ground woke him up.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the corner of the stairwell, surrounded by darkness.

On the ceiling above, dense, tangled hair was retracting.

"really."

Du Wang stood up from the ground and realized that he had actually been hanging in mid-air by his hair the whole time.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly, a coughing sound came from upstairs, followed by the cry of an eagle. A huge gray eagle swooped up to the ceiling and tore all the hair to shreds with its talons.

"Double pupils!"

Liu Qiang jumped from the 16th floor.

His face was flushed, and there were obvious marks on his neck, indicating that he had experienced the same thing as Du Wang.

"I'm fine, Brother Liu."

Du Wang stared at the hair that had fallen into the air and turned to ashes, and said, "It seems that the 16th floor has become its home ground."

"That's right." Liu Qiang's brows furrowed into a deep frown. "Next, we must be careful not to get tangled in his hair. This guy's methods are very strange."

"Um."

Currently, it is known that ghosts possess two abilities.

One is to hang someone to commit murder, the other is to put someone into a dream.

All abilities rely on hair as a medium, so as long as you don't come into contact with your hair, you can avoid falling into a dream.

The two climbed the steps, pushed open the fire door on the 16th floor, and entered.

The Youth Commune's floors were L-shaped, with one long corridor and one short corridor.

They are currently at the end of the short corridor.

Logically speaking, since there's a balcony and windows here, it should be able to see sunlight.

But it was pitch black outside the window, and I couldn't see the buildings in the distance, let alone the situation downstairs.

Liu Qiang picked up the walkie-talkie, the only communication device available in the Ghost Realm.

"Nine Ears, you heard the answer."

"Buzz".

The walkie-talkie responded: "Nine Ears heard you, Brother Liu, what's up?"

"Beware of everyone's hair; ghosts can use hair to drag people into dreams."

"Understood." Cheng Huo's voice was quite serious.

Putting down the walkie-talkie, Liu Qiang looked at the room ahead: "Let's go."