Wang Bin was carrying the corpse of Wang Shanshan on his back, exhausted and scared at this moment.
Due to the power outage, the elevator had stopped working, so he had no choice but to carry the body down the stairs. However, since the building was tall, the descent would take quite some time.
"If only I had known not to live on a high floor," thought Wang Bin.
Though he thought this, he had actually chosen to live on a high floor on purpose because he believed if a ghost were to come, with so many floors, it might not be able to find its way to his home.
Of course, this idea was very wrong.
If a ghost really wanted to find him, it wouldn't matter where he lived.
On the contrary, living on the first or second floor would be more convenient for escaping.
But when Wang Bin reached the last three or four floors, he felt something was off.
From below in the stairwell, there came a heavy sound of footsteps, something was climbing the stairs below him.
