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Yuan Ye took a jade Guanyin pendant from around his neck and hurried toward the elevator. Just as he reached it, he leaned closer to the sign indicating the floors, and what he saw nearly scared him to death.
"It’s... it’s the 14th floor... We’ve been running for quite a while, and we ended up on the 14th floor. Quick, let’s go down to the 12th floor and find Liu," Yuan Ye said urgently to Liu, who was leaning against her knees, gasping for breath.
"Okay," Liu exhaled, standing up and starting to walk down the stairs, her legs feeling as if they were walking on cotton. She had a strong premonition that something was controlling them right now...
Both of them silently reached an unspoken agreement in their minds as they carefully counted the steps down the staircase. They had clearly been running for a long time; how could they still be on the 14th floor?
Thud, thud. They began to count the steps carefully as they descended. Each flight of stairs had twelve steps leading to a small landing, then another twelve steps around it—two flights meant forty-eight steps.
One step, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve—then around the landing again: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. They exchanged glances; Yuan Ye was getting increasingly anxious but was signaled by Liu with her eyes not to rush. He felt a jolt in his heart but didn’t understand what she was hinting at. After finishing one flight of stairs, they should have reached the 13th floor. As they approached the wall with large red letters, Yuan Ye cursed under his breath: "Damn it." Liu's face turned even paler as she tried to calm her racing heart while looking at the steps beneath her.
"Let’s go! Let’s try again," Liu said with a quivering voice that hinted at tears.
"Alright," Yuan Ye stretched his neck and puffed out his cheeks to steady his chaotic emotions. "Let’s go down."
They both stepped forward simultaneously, silently counting in Arabic numerals: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. After finishing half of the staircase again and then stepping down once more: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve—phew... They both exhaled deeply. Once again leaning closer to the wall by the window to check it out revealed another large red lettered message.
"Heavens," Yuan Ye felt his patience wearing thin and sat down on the stairs. He searched his pockets for a cigarette. His facial muscles twitched rapidly as he desperately tried to calm his panic. Beside him, Liu pressed tightly against him in helplessness; she almost grabbed Yuan Ye's arm.
After searching for a while for cigarettes but finding none, he suddenly remembered that he had quit smoking a long time ago and cursed again under his breath. He pulled out his phone only to find there was no signal. He wanted to stand up and look outside through the window but realized helplessly that it was too high up.
A rustling sound came from somewhere unknown; Liu finally couldn’t hold back her fear any longer. She grabbed Yuan Ye tightly and nervously stared in the direction of the sound.
The rustling sound continued, resembling a cleaner sweeping the floor or perhaps someone mopping it with a cloth. The two slowly leaned forward to peek down the corridor on the 14th floor.
"Stop throwing your cigarette butts around..." A shower of dust mixed with cigarette butts suddenly poured down on Yuan Ye and Liu. "Ah... ah... ah..." Liu lost control and buried her head deep in the crook of Yuan Ye's arm.
Yuan Ye's eyes widened in shock at Liu's scream and the scene before him. The woman before them had disheveled hair and wore a light purple dress... but there were no legs beneath the skirt. Her pale face, partially hidden by her flowing hair, revealed a pair of bloodshot eyes.
"Wha... what... run... ah!" Yuan Ye shouted in horror. He didn't forget to grab the dazed Liu, and together they rushed down the stairs, no longer caring to count the steps.
The sound of their frantic footsteps echoed in the stairwell, accompanied by their heavy breathing. Liu was almost dragged down by Yuan Ye, the atmosphere tense. They ran desperately, colliding with a soft body. They both let out piercing screams of "ah... ah... ah... ah!"
"Hey! Yuan, what's wrong with you two?" The soft body spoke up, and only then did they realize it was Liu.
………………………………
Ziya clung tightly to the elevator door frame, her fingers straining against it, causing her knuckles and fingertips to ache. In her line of sight, she saw Yuan Ye pull out a jade Guanyin pendant, a small beam of light flashing brightly. With a sudden violent struggle, a shadow split away from her body. The elevator suddenly jolted into motion.
Ziya jumped up and frantically pressed the elevator button as the shadow emitted a chilling, piercing laugh. Her fingers suddenly stiffened, feeling weak and powerless; cold sweat dripped down uncontrollably. Faced with this eerie shadow, she didn't know what to do.
"Let her go..." Suddenly, a pair of large hands pried open the elevator door frame, and Zhou Chen silently emerged from within, addressing the shadow. Ziya felt a mix of surprise and concern as she looked at Zhou Chen, thinking to herself: How could he possess such incredible skill, so flexible that he could shrink himself and slip through the gap in the door frame? Despite her admiration, worry crept in as she watched him entangle with the darkness; her palms grew clammy with cold sweat, and chills ran down her spine.
"... Hmph... don't waste your energy," the shadow sneered ominously.
"How many people do you intend to harm before you're satisfied? The number of deaths in this building can't possibly quench your resentment towards Luo Daoming," Zhou Chen said protectively as he glared coldly at the shadow while shielding Ziya.
The shadow lowered its head, gradually becoming clearer from the blur. Ziya mustered her courage to stare at the slowly sliding hairpin, and a familiar face appeared before her.
"Duan Xiuying... you..." Wasn't she Duan Xiuying? Liu had said that Duan Xiuying was recuperating at home; how could she be here? Could it be that she... "Who are you?"
"Hmph... you nosy brat... mind your own business... I want your life..." The shadow spoke quickly, extending its crimson long nails toward Ziya with alarming speed.
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