There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 726: Prison

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Actually, Fang Zheng was not surprised at all when he knew the term Yin-Yang Ladder from Zhang Yongmao's mouth.

He had already learned about Zhang Yongmao's career before he left the shadows.

Push! Pedal! Pedal!

Zhang Yongmao is still in front of Fang, constantly running up and down.

"Since I can take the initiative to appear in front of me, it means that the evil spirit that killed Zhang Yongmao has discovered me, and my whereabouts have been exposed...but why the attack hasn't come? Are you waiting for something? "

Fang Zheng, who was carrying the soul-attracting lantern, was standing on the stairs, looking at Zhang Yongmao, who was still pale in fright, running up and down.

Actually, at this time, according to the logic of normal people, Fang Zheng should directly take action, pretending to be a ghost, and directly strangling in the cradle.

But this is not reality.

Instead of walking in the yin world.

Sometimes, it is impossible to get through with common sense.

So, this makes 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 deceased, then his physical body in the outside world is equivalent to becoming a soulless vegetative.

Time is still passing.

In a world full of black and white tones, Zhang Yongmao is like an old-fashioned black and white video tape of the past, always in front of Fang, repeating the same action back and forth.

In a panic, ran to the eleventh floor.

Then ran back again.

The word Yin Yang Ladder was still trembling again and again in his mouth.

It's as if people can't get out of the stairs no matter how they walk... In the last moment before he was killed, a similar horror scene happened to him.

That's why there is a scene that is repeated in front of me.

The black-and-white video tape loop ends.

Click.

Take out the video tape, and then put it back in the DVD player to continue the loop.

When the loop is over, click...

Take out the videotape again, and so on.

Until the audience watched it ten times over and over again! Twenty times! Thirty times! Hundreds of times...As I was about to see vomiting and became more and more impatient, the audience finally broke out intolerably.

Founder decided not to consume so endlessly.

He intends to use his own method to crack the situation in front of him.

"Let me see if this broken staircase is a yin and yang ladder... or is there a ghost behind me who has been pretending to be a ghost!"

Fangzheng took a breath, his eyes pondered, and he began to walk down from the first level on the twelfth floor, counting the number of stairs.

Whether it is going up and down the stairs, everyone's subconscious is to take the right foot first.

The same goes for Founder.

One step...two steps...three steps...

Huh?

Fang Zheng found out that something was wrong. He walked out twenty steps, but he hadn't walked from the twelfth floor to the next platform. But according to his previous rough count, the stairs are only about ten steps at most, and the stairs are not long.

Fang Zheng turned his head and looked at the stairs behind him. He counted the number of stairs down, which was thirteen.

Counted from the steps erected under his feet.

Fangzheng stared at the stairs behind him. He first thought about it for a few seconds. Then, he turned around and walked back to the twelfth floor. As he walked back, he counted his steps. As a result, Fang Zheng returned smoothly. Twelfth floor.

It was surprisingly smooth.

"Interesting, interesting..."

"When I was counting, it was thirteen stairs, which was odd. When I returned to the twelfth floor, it became even, with the right foot as the starting point and the left foot as the ending point. There was one less staircase. It has become a twelve stairs..."

"It is no wonder that old folks always say that when walking alone at night, don’t turn back. It seems that not only can’t turn back when walking at night, but it’s easy to hit evil by climbing the stairs alone at night..."

Followingly, Founder repeated the experiment two or three times.

I couldn't walk to the end every time, but it was obvious that the platform on the 11th floor was right in front of my eyes.

No matter how many steps he took, 20 steps are the same as 50 steps. When he turns around and counts the steps behind him, he always has an odd number of thirteen stairs every time, but when he actually walks, It has become an even number twelve stairs.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but think of a ghost story he had seen in the past.

This ghost story is called "Counting Stairs".

Do you count the stairs in your home every day?

You first count the stairs in your home, how many steps there are, and then count them once a day, when the count is one less...you can see what you want to see.

Push! Pedal! Pedal!

Push! Pedal! Pedal!

While Fang Zheng was standing on the twelfth floor thinking about how to break the Yin-Yang ladder in front of him, Zhang Yongmao was still repeating it again and again, passing by him, running up and down.

Fang Zheng, who was thinking, looked at Zhang Yongmao who ran past in panic again and again, his eyes gradually narrowed.

There is no doubt.

As soon as he was out of the shade, he was spotted by an evil spirit, and now he is trapped in this building.

Just now, if you want to go out according to the normal method, it will definitely not work.

Spiritual martial arts!

Visualize the magic ape!

The aura on Fang Zheng's body suddenly changed, and his ancestors appeared, and black ape hair grew...Bang!

A tall, majestic demon ape leaped furiously. Instead of taking the stairs according to common sense, it crossed the stairwell directly and fell directly from the twelfth floor to the first floor!

This operation is suffocatingly simple and rude.

People jumped from the twelfth floor and said they jumped.

The magic ape with arm bones as thick as steel and amazing arm strength, stretched out his muscular ape arm, intending to grab the railing before landing on the ground at the last minute.

But just when it was about to fall to the first floor, suddenly!

Fangzheng's eyes have changed!

At the last moment, he did not appear in a layer, but in a dark, damp, blind cell.

The cell was built very sturdy, and the walls were made of stiff rocks. Even the iron fences were as thick as a finger. The cell he was in was empty.

The air is mixed with a very complex foul smell, rancid corpses, sewage foul smell, **** excrement foul smell, food foul smell... all kinds of smells, mixed together, in this prison of muddy air. Inside, mixed into an indescribable red nose stench.

There is only Fang Zheng in the cell.

No other people are being held.

Faced with an inexplicable appearance in the cell, Fang Zheng's eyes sank, thinking that he has not escaped the interference of the evil spirits?

Is this another ghost trick made by the evil spirit behind it?

At this time, Fang Zheng felt an abnormality in his hands. He lowered his head and saw that the soul-attracting lamp that had been held in his hand was missing.

Fangzheng immediately changed his face.

"Damn it!"

Without the way back to guide the soul lamp, he will not be able to leave the world of shadows.

Fangzheng didn't act rashly. He stood in the cell, visualizing spiritual martial arts over and over again, trying to see through the falsehood, but he found that all this was useless.

I'm still in a cell in front of me.

The frowning of Fang Zheng's frown became tighter. He was thinking of a way to leave this ghost place. In the end, his brows were loosened, and he couldn't figure out a way to stand here, so he decided to take the initiative and leave the cell to find out how to get out. Way.