Chapter 63 Corridor, Open Flame Prohibited

  This time we didn't go to the study, but instead walked in the opposite direction. At the end of the corridor, there was an old-fashioned elevator. It's rare to have an elevator built into a villa, and it seems like you can only see this kind of manual door antique in early European and American movies.

  Hou Dayong stepped forward and got on the elevator, with Wang Jue and I following closely behind. The doors slid shut automatically as soon as we entered. Without pressing any buttons, the elevator began to descend. I asked Hou Dayong how many floors were underground, and he smiled coolly, saying mysteriously: "There are always eighteen floors underground." Okay, forget I asked.

  The elevator's exterior was always pitch black, without any signs of doors, floor numbers, or even light. It was as if the destination was the eighteenth level of hell.

  Ding dong...... Finally stopped, the door opened automatically, and a deep and quiet corridor appeared before us. Another corridor, most of our journey was spent in corridors. I really don't want to continue walking, who knows what strange things we might encounter again.

  Hou Dàyǒng seemed to know what I was thinking, and without exiting the elevator, he turned around and said: "We need to go to the room where the blood relative compass is located, and drip your blood on it. The compass will then be able to show us the direction of your relatives. This is now the only way to find your sister. However, the road ahead is very dangerous, even I myself cannot guarantee that we can pass through unscathed."

  He's really formidable, grasping my weak point in one move. If I don't take this path, I won't be able to find my sister, and if I can't find her, it goes without saying that I won't be able to save her. In that case, even if ahead of me lies a sea of knives and a mountain of fire, I'll still leap forward with abandon.

  Alright, I took a step forward, ready to jump into the "sea of fire". Hou Da-yong pulled me back from behind, indicating that it was dangerous ahead and telling me to follow him. Of course, I yielded to him, waving my hand for him to go first.

  He walked to the elevator entrance, rolled up his sleeves and pant legs, lifted one leg, and gently stepped on the corridor floor. Before he could say anything, the dim yellow lights in the corridor flashed three times and suddenly went out completely, plunging the path ahead into darkness. Wang Jue followed behind Hou Dayong, leaned forward, saw that the lights had gone out, and felt for the lighter in his pocket to light it up.

  He had just fiddled with the elevator buttons when Hou Dayong snatched them away and threw them back into the elevator. I was startled, and Wang Jue was somewhat annoyed. Hou Dayong whispered, "No open flames allowed!"

  Wang Jue turned around and picked up the lighter, wiped it clean, put it in his pocket, and continued to follow Hou Dayong's footsteps.

  At first, the corridor was no different from usual. After walking about thirty steps, my feet felt uneven, as if I had stepped on something soft and squishy. Walking a little further, not only did it feel soft and squishy, but also sticky. I lifted my heel to touch what it was, but Hou Dajun slapped my hand open, "Don't touch!"

  One step closer, a foul odor rushed forward. The smell was unprecedentedly unpleasant, and I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, constantly dry heaving. Wang Ke was very calm, without any reaction. I asked in surprise: "You didn't smell it?"

  He calmly replied: "I smell it, it's a corpse!"

  As soon as the two words "corpse smell" came out, I started vomiting violently. Wang Ke was a doctor and was indeed more used to these disgusting things.

  I vomited so hard that my intestines and lungs were about to come out, panting heavily, and my brain was dizzy. Leaning against the wall, I suddenly felt that the wall was all sticky**, sticking to my sleeves and back.