Rewind Time?
2nd floor, 3rd floor, 4th floor.
Jiang Yihang strolled upstairs like a tourist.
Along the way, he realized that the ghostly aura lingering in the building seemed to have lessened a lot.
It should be the effect of his Five-Blow-Thunderstruck just now!
Five-Blow-Thunderstruck!
Was it something that ordinary ghosts could withstand?
Finally, he reached the fifth floor.
As soon as he walked out of the stairwell, he came to an empty corridor.
"Eh?"
Jiang Yihang exclaimed softly.
The structure of the fifth floor seemed to be different from the fourth floor.
How should he put it?
The fourth floor downstairs should have been renovated.
After all, it was once a private hospital, so there was a consultation hall and wards.
As for the fifth floor, it had always maintained its original appearance.
There were rooms on both sides of the empty corridor.
This building used to be an apartment, a combination of office and residential buildings.
The searchlight swept through every corner of the fifth floor, but did not find anything unusual.
He continued upstairs!
After an unknown period of time.
It should have been a full hour or two!
At this moment, Jiang Yihang was almost at the top floor of the building.
He took out his phone.
11 PM.
Yes!
It was about to enter the time of the day when the Yin Qi was at its most abundant.
However, he was full of interest.
Because he had stayed in the Jiang family's ancestral land for 10 years, he had long been suffocated.
Therefore, even though he knew that this building might be dangerous, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he was excited.
"Eh? There's no signal?" Jiang Yihang muttered.
They were in the city, and there wasn't even a cell phone signal.
However, he did not take it to heart.
He just felt a little strange.
Why did he not see a single ghost along the way?
That shouldn't be the case.
When he was outside, he could clearly see the ghost aura lingering around the building.
This meant that not only were there ghosts in this building, but there were also quite a number of ghosts.
The searchlight shone on the stairwell door.
There was a big '17' written on the door.
He had arrived on the 17th floor.
The 17th floor was only one floor away from the top floor.
This building was really strange. It actually had a total of 18 floors.
Didn't the person who built this building know that the Chinese were very sensitive to the number '18'?
Especially residential buildings.
Who would want their house to be in the 18th level of hell!
The searchlight continued to shine upwards.
Wang Zhuo had said that there was a mysterious poem in this building, and that poem was on the 17th floor.
As expected.
The beam of the searchlight shone over the stairwell door and onto the door beam. He saw a line of scribbled handwriting: The thunder in the sky was so fierce that it hit her chest. It's strange that Wang Xue came to beat you up. Who told you to beat her up and talk so much?
This poem was a limerick written in the dialect of Qian Prefecture. The handwriting was sloppy, as if it was written in red paint. It was covered in dust and looked very old.
The meaning of the poem was also very simple. It was about a person called Wang Xue who wanted to beat up a person who talked a lot and had a big mouth.
However…
Who was this Wang Xue?
For a moment, Jiang Yihang was stunned.
What he didn't know was that the surrounding environment had undergone a crazy change.
It was as if time was flowing backwards, but also as if time was passing.
Winter passed and autumn came, summer passed and spring came…
Time flew by, and decades passed in a flash.
When Jiang Yihang finally reacted and looked around, he was so shocked that his jaw almost fell off.
It was still the 17th floor of the Moutai Building.
He still maintained the posture of looking up at the door beam.
The difference was that the dilapidated feeling of the entire building had long disappeared without a trace.
The poem on the door beam was unusually bright, as if it had been written a second ago.
The surroundings were quiet.
The lights in the corridor had lit up at some point.
Flashing.
It was just like a scene in a horror movie.
Jiang Yihang's expression had turned grave.
He did not know if he was in an illusion or if some mysterious force had really caused time to flow backward.
No matter which one it was, Jiang Yihang knew that it would be very troublesome.
There was no need to say more about the latter.
Ghosts that could control the power of time could not be compared to ordinary Ghost Kings.
He was only a small cultivator at Lv 1 Qi Cultivation Realm. Even if a Golden Core old monster came, he would still be helpless.
If it was the former, he was just under an illusion.
Although the situation was better, it was not much better.
To be able to make him fall into an illusion without him knowing, it meant that the other party's cultivation was far higher than his.
It was also quite troublesome to deal with.
However, he was far more optimistic than the others.
He pushed open the door and entered the 17th floor. Since he knew that he couldn't handle it, why would he bother with the hammer?
Wasn't there a saying that went like this?
Life was like XX. If you couldn't resist, then enjoy it!!!
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