Worried that Yu Liang might not accept his suggestion, Li Huazhao explained carefully again, "You see, the heat of 800-900 degrees, the fire is strong, isn't it?"
"Alright, let's go to the funeral home." Yu Liang didn't refuse, and immediately ran downstairs.
They were on the seventh floor, and it would probably take some effort to walk down all these stairs.
He had just passed an elevator, but he chose not to use it.
On one hand, there wasn't enough time to take the elevator; on the other, he had a particularly intense phobia of elevators in scary scenarios.
Perhaps there were monsters lurking in the staircase as well, but at least you could sense them there, unlike in an elevator. It was possible that the moment the elevator doors opened, a monster would block the way, executing the all-too-common elevator ambush.
Yu Liang pushed open the door to the staircase, glanced down through the gap in the stairs, and was met with total darkness.
