Following the method described by the voice in the dark, Yang Jian and his companions descended the staircase smoothly, without encountering any breakage or collapse.
But the voice also warned that there were ghosts on the stairs, posing danger, and finding the right way down didn't guarantee safety.
Soon, while descending, Yang Jian detected something unusual ahead.
A person was lying on the stairs, motionless, as if they had been there for a long, long time, covered in a layer of dust. Strangely, the middle of their body was shriveled and sunken, as if a large chunk was missing.
"A ghost on the stairs? Don't mind it, I'll handle it."
Yang Jian slightly moved his gaze, didn't pause his steps, and as he lifted his foot to step over, his hand dropped the Coffin Nail, piercing through the chest of the sunken corpse.
The corpse lying on the stairs stayed still as well; whether the ghost hadn't yet awoken or the Coffin Nail in Yang Jian's hand was effective, was unclear.
