"You walk in front," Zhi Ge pushed Xu Deyi's back.
"Why should I?" Xu Deyi looked at the iron railing forcibly knocked open and the stinking fish all over the floor, feeling nauseous.
"Cut the crap!" Zhi Ge raised his axe, "I need to keep an eye on Raorao. The fool is carrying the house owner, so you're the only one free of duties."
Reluctantly picking up the oil lamp, Xu Deyi's face twisted in conflict as he passed through the gap in the railing and officially entered the fourth floor.
Just as the house owner had said, all rooms on the fourth floor were devoid of doors, revealing nothing but dark openings.
"Don't stray too far from me," Xu Deyi warned, feeling along the wall. He had only taken a few steps when he cried out.
"What now?"
"My hand—it touched something sticky." Xu Deyi moved the oil lamp to the other side and gasped when he looked into the room.
