Number one's soul wavered at this moment. His eyes dimmed. At this moment, song Qing's small voice rang in his ear, "
"Number one!"
Her tone was cold, like ice and snow, and number one shivered.
"Be careful!" She reminded him coldly.
Number one came back to his senses and realized that he was two or three steps away from song qingxiao and number seven.
He realized that he had been in a daze earlier and had probably fallen into the Square's trap. He was immediately frightened and hurriedly suppressed his fear as he strode over. He said sincerely, "
"Many thanks."
Song qingxiao ignored his thanks. She walked to the stairs and looked down at them carefully.
Compared to the ground of the square, the stairs leading to the altar were quite flat. There were no protruding gray-white lines on the ground. Other than that, there was nothing unusual.
She pursed her lips, lifted her foot, and carefully took the first step up the stairs.
