Inside the second floor of the Ghost Post Office.
The wooden, old staircase reappeared, shrouded in a black, ominous mist, unclear to see, but one could tell that this staircase extended upwards, seemingly connecting to some place.
Yang Jian didn't hesitate; he crossed the corridor and stepped onto the creaking, ancient wooden staircase and started ascending.
Li Yang, following him, did not shrink back either.
Although he was covered in wounds, having just controlled two ghosts, he was more confident now, and with Yang Jian leading the team, he didn't seem to worry about reaching a dead end.
Yang Xiaohua, Liu Mingxin, Cai Yu, and Wang Shan hesitated for a moment but quickly followed suit because other areas on the second floor were being eroded by darkness, rooms were disappearing, and everything on the second floor was being erased.
This floor was already rejecting them.
