The crisis was temporarily resolved, and Yang Xiao slowed his pace, heading upstairs. He planned to return to his own room. Wandering at night in such a lifeless haunted building was definitely a very bad experience.
As he walked slowly, pondering what to do next, even though he intended to lighten his footsteps, the sound inevitably carried in the quiet night.
Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot...
"Da."
"Da."
"Da."
Yang Xiao found the sound of his footsteps irritating, and... it seemed louder than he thought; he was already being very soft.
Suddenly, a sense of foreboding surfaced in his heart. Yang Xiao kept his composure and continued to walk, but when his raised right foot was about to touch the ground, just an inch away, he abruptly stopped without letting his shoe hit the floor.
"Da."
A chill surged up from the sole of his foot to his forehead. Yang Xiao heard a very soft but distinctly clear footstep.
