There is an upward staircase in the corner of the small hall. It is pitch black and covered with spider webs that have almost turned to gray. It is stained with insect mummies, which makes people have no desire to go up.
"I don't want to go up there," she said.
"Oh, you don't have to go up." Xuanyuan Xuantian said.
Ling Xiaotu turned her head in surprise. She had never seen Xuanyuan Xuantian so considerate before. It turned out to be true. Xuanyuan Xuantian squatted in the corner of the stairs and looked at the traces that had turned into ashes.[
He raised his head and said to Ling Xiaotu:
"The traces disappear from here. They were underground."
He stretched out his hand and pushed, a trap door slid open silently, and a long staircase leading to the underground appeared in front of him, which was even wider and smoother than the stairs in the general main hall.
Ling Xiaotu walked over and could clearly see the traces of secretions remaining on the stairs.
The road to hell is not always a narrow path, it is often a smooth and broad road that allows people to walk and penetrate easily.
Xuanyuan Xuantian walked down without hesitation, and Ling Xiaotu followed behind uncertainly.
The stairs are also made of stone, but unlike the stairs going up, they are very well preserved, although they are still lifeless.
"What do you think that thing was locked in the room just now?" Ling Xiaotu asked, she had a strong urge to communicate with others.
Death is the king of this castle. It is not just the end of life, but the end of all memories and emotions, turning into dust outside time. She has to say something to make sure that she has not been forgotten by the universe.
"Don't you have any other topics to talk about?" Xuanyuan Xuantian said.
"We should have killed it just now. It looked very painful. It completely went against the laws of nature and was born out of hunger and fear." Ling Xiaotu said. "I hope it won't be too painful when it dies..."
"That's not much comfort. It has been in pain for who knows how long." Xuanyuan Xuantian snorted coldly.
The stairs quickly disappeared, and a dark corridor appeared in front of them, extending forward without any light. They didn't know where it extended, and they didn't know what was being held. It was quiet and dead.