Vol 2 Chapter 726: prison

In fact, from Zhang Yongmao's mouth, when he knew the term yin and yang ladder, Founder was not surprised at all.
He had already known Zhang Yongmao's professional situation long before going to overcast.
Pedal! Pedal! Pedal!
Zhang Yongmao was still running up and down in front of the front.
"Since I can take the initiative to appear in front of me, it means that the big ghost who killed Zhang Yongmao has found me and my whereabouts have been exposed ... But why the attack has not come? What are you waiting for?"
Founder carrying the Soul Lantern was standing on the stairs, looking at Zhang Yongmao, who was still pale and scared, running up and down.
In fact, speaking at this time, according to the logic of normal people, Founder should directly shoot, what kind of bull ghost and snake god, pretend to be a ghost, directly strangle in the cradle.
But here is not reality.
It's walking into the overcast world.
Sometimes, you ca n’t use common sense.
Therefore, this made Fang Zheng have to be a little cautious ... In case of any deviation, his spiritual world will always be trapped in the memory of the dead, then his physical body in the outside world is equivalent to becoming a vegetative man without a soul.
Time is still passing.
In a world full of black and white tones, Zhang Yongmao is like an old-fashioned black and white videotape in the past. He has been in front of the square, repeating the same movements.
Panicked and ran to the eleventh floor.
Then ran back again.
His mouth panicked, and he was afraid to read the words Yin and Yang Ladder.
It's as if people can't get out of the stairs no matter how they walk ... At the last moment before he was killed, a similar horror scene happened to him.
So there is a scene that repeats in front of me.
The black and white video tape loop ends once again.
Click.
Take out the video tape, and then put it back in the DVD player to continue the cycle.
When the loop is over, click ...
Take out the tape again, and so on.
Until the audience watched it ten times again and again! Twenty times! Thirty times! Hundreds of times ... I'm about to see vomiting, and when I get more and more impatient, the audience finally broke out intolerably.
Founder decided not to spend so much endlessly.
He intends to use his own method to solve the situation in front of him.
"Let me see if this broken staircase is a yin and yang ladder ... or there are ghosts behind me who are always playing tricks on me!"
Founder took a breath, groaned in his eyes, and began to walk down from the first level on the 12th floor to count the number of stairs.
Whether it's going up or down the stairs, everyone's subconscious mind is to take the right foot first.
The same is true of Founder.
One step ... two steps ... three steps ...
Ok?
Founder found out that something was wrong, he walked twenty steps, and hadn't walked from the twelfth floor to the next platform. But according to his previous rough calculation, the top of the staircase is about a dozen or so, and the staircase is not long.
Fang Zheng looked back at the stairs behind him, and he counted down the stairs in silence, which is thirteen.
It was counted from the steps set at his feet.
Founder stared at the stairs behind him, thinking about it for a few seconds, then he turned around and walked back to the twelfth floor. While walking back, he counted his steps. .
It was surprisingly smooth.
"Interesting, interesting ..."
"When I just counted it, it was 13 stairs, it was singular, but when I returned to the 12th floor, it became a double number, with my right foot as the starting point, my left foot as the end point, and one less staircase as Twelve stairs ... "
"No wonder folk old people always say that when walking alone at night, don't go back. It seems that not only can you go back at night, you can also climb the stairs alone at night. It's easy to hit evil ..."
Subsequently, Founder repeatedly tried two or three times.
Every time I can't go to the end, but clearly the 11th floor platform is in front of me, but I can't go to the end.
No matter how many steps he took, twenty steps were the same as fifty steps. When turning back and counting the steps behind the stairs, there were always 13 odd stairs each time, but when he actually went, it became Twelve stairs in double.
Founder couldn't help thinking of a ghost story that he had seen in the past.
This ghost story is called "counting stairs".
Do you count the stairs at home every day?
You first count the number of stairs in your home, how many steps there are, and then count them once a day, when you count down one level ... you can see what you want to see.
Pedal! Pedal! Pedal!
Pedal! Pedal! Pedal!
Just as Founder stood on the twelfth floor thinking about how to break the yin and yang ladder in front of him, Zhang Yongmao repeated it again and again, passing by him and running up and down.
Founder in thought, looking at Zhang Yongmao who ran past panic from time to time, his eyes narrowed gradually.
no doubt.
As soon as he passed away, he was already stared at by a certain evil spirit, and he is now trapped in this building.
From the point of view, if you want to go out according to the normal way, it will definitely not work.
Spiritual martial arts!
Demon Ape Visualization!
The breath on Founder's body changed abruptly, and he returned to his ancestors and grew black ape hair ... Bang!
A tall, majestic demon ape, with a violent leap, did not walk the stairs according to common sense, but directly crossed the stairwell and jumped directly from the twelfth floor to the next floor!
This operation is simple and suffocating.
People jumped from the twelfth floor.
The arm bone is as strong as steel, and the magical ape with amazing arm strength ~ EbookFREE.me ~ stretches out the muscular ape arm, intending to grab the railing before the landing at the last moment, unloading safely.
But it was about to fall to the first floor, when I saw that the demon ape was about to fall into powder and bones, suddenly!
The prospects of Founder's eyes have changed!
At the last moment, instead of showing a layer, he appeared in a dark, wet, dark cell.
The cell was very strong, the walls were made of hard rocks, and even the iron fence was thick with a finger. The cell he was in was empty.
The air is mixed with a very complicated odor, corpse rancidity, sewage odor, fecal odor, food rancid odor ... Various odors, mixed together, mixed in this turbid and uncirculated prison Into an indescribable odor.
There was only Founder in the cell.
No other people are being held.
Facing the inexplicable appearance in the cell, Founder's eyes dimmed. Did he think he hadn't escaped the interference of evil spirits?
Is it a ghost trick out of the evil spirits behind here?
At this time, Founder felt an abnormality in his hand, and when he looked down, he had always mentioned the Soul Lantern in his hand, but it was gone.
Fang Zheng's face changed slightly.
"Damn!"
Without the guidance of the Soul Lantern, he would not be able to leave the dark world.
Founder did not act rashly. He stood in the cell and continued to visualize the spiritual martial arts over and over again, trying to see through the falsehood, but he found that all this was futile.
He was still in the cell.
Founder's brows became tighter and tighter. He was thinking of a way to get out of this place. Finally, when his brows were loose, he couldn't think of a way to stand here. He decided to take the initiative and go out of the cell to find a way out.
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