Chapter 302: The wind opens the way, control the footsteps
"Wooden stairs, six or seven-story building. I didn't expect that this derivative ghost painting in the tattoo parlor would lead me to this place."

Cao Yang stood on the stairs of this European-style residential building. Although Ah Hong had taken back the ghost smoke and ghost den, it was still dark here. The narrow gate was connected to a deep corridor, extending into the houses on both sides.

This old-fashioned wooden staircase winds and twists upward, connecting one floor to another.

Looking up, I saw that the stairs leading to the third floor were quite steep and narrow. They inevitably made a creaking sound as soon as I stepped on them, as if the wooden boards under my feet would break at any time.

Although the sound was not loud, it was particularly clear in this silent and depressing environment.

Cao Yang had just taken a step when he heard a creaking sound above his head, and a heavy sound of footsteps seemed to be coming down from the upstairs.

"It's really you."

The sound of footsteps did not make Cao Yang feel frightened or scared. Instead, it made him more certain of one thing - this building was the one that Yang Jian entered when he first came to the ghost painting world.

"The sound of footsteps that are sure to kill you, but you can't kill me. Now is a good time to deal with you. By the way, you can also be used as a puzzle piece to control the ghost."

Cao Yang's eyes moved slightly. At this moment, he seemed like a judge in the underworld, who could decide the fate of a ghost with just a thought.

“Tap-tap~!”

Cao Yang did not hesitate and walked up the stairs step by step. The cold and whistling ghost wind was always hovering around him and was not suppressed as tightly as the ghost eye.

Soon, Cao Yang had walked halfway up the stairs, and at this time he could already see the situation on the third floor.

The corridor on the third floor was densely packed with corpses. Cao Yang only took a casual glance and found at least a dozen of them, large and small, in varying degrees of decay, which made people feel creepy.

"If I remember correctly, Yang Jian found the source of the ghost painting on the third floor. However, now the ghost painting and the ghost coffin are both trapped in Ping An Building."

Cao Yang shifted his gaze and looked in the other direction of the residential buildings, but he did not find any trace of any building, not even its shadow.

"It seems that Ping An Building is not part of this puzzle."

Retracting his thoughts, Cao Yang quickened his pace to go up the stairs. At the same time, the ghost above his head also quickened its pace, as if it was very anxious to have a face-to-face and intimate contact with Cao Yang.

Half a minute later, Cao Yang crossed the third floor and came to the fourth floor. His eyes were fixed on the staircase leading to the fifth floor on the other side.

The ghost is about to appear.

“Tap—tap—!”

The heavy footsteps were getting very close and echoed in Cao Yang's ears.

"Huhu——!"

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and a vague outline appeared in the ghost den.

Those were the soles of a dead person's feet. Unlike the pair of dead person's feet that were attached to the ghost that was crushing people, these feet were quite intact and not rotten. There was no doubt that these feet were even more terrifying because even the fifth-level strong ghost wind could not make them fully visible.

Near, very near.

Suddenly, Cao Yang felt his consciousness go dizzy, and bruises instantly appeared on his body. Some parts even had corpse spots on them in an instant, as if he had died suddenly.

The next moment, a new Cao Yang appeared in the same place, and the dead Cao Yang was shed like a layer of skin. But it was not skin, but a corpse, a corpse that fell from the memory world to the reality. "This ghost thing is really frightening. If Yang Jian didn't have the music box, he might not be able to withstand the attack."

The footsteps did not leave, but continued to linger nearby, as if confirming whether Cao Yang was dead.

However, a scarlet puddle of blood suddenly appeared under the blurry dead feet, and a dead and creepy corpse was reflected on the water surface.

Oppressive ghost!
The moment Cao Yang used the ghost slave to bear the damage and divert the fatal attack, his counterattack had already arrived.

He did not use the blood lake at the first moment because he wanted to get involved and personally test the degree of terror of this fatal attack.

And he concluded that it was very high, comparable to a chop from a hatchet, or an attack from a door-opening, light-off ghost.

The oppressive ghost has stepped on the soles of the feet, the heavy footsteps have subsided, and the two terrifying ghosts are confronting and wrestling.

A bloodless pale hand suddenly stretched out from the water, instantly grabbed one of the ankles, and dragged it into the puddle of blood like crazy.

However, this was not the end. From the puddle of blood that was almost the size of a washbasin, hands kept extending out. Some were skinny, some were highly rotten, and some were even just pale bones.

"I can't even behave myself in the lake. How can you, a bunch of ghosts, get your hands on something I like?"

A green light flashed, and all the hands were cut off in the blink of an eye. The broken fingers and bones fell into the puddle like dumplings and soon sank to the bottom of the lake.

At this time, the oppressive ghost also completed the process of forcibly completing the puzzle. The dead foot was weak and ultimately could not beat the oppressive ghost, whose puzzle was already relatively complete, and finally became a part of the oppressive ghost.

"A deadly spirit that was able to kill me once in the fifth level of the ghost realm. This level of spirit is enough to kill a candidate captain in seconds."

Cao Yang stood still, but the wooden staircase began to shake violently, and then collapsed. The old wood was completely shattered at this moment. The huge noise even attracted the attention of Ah Hong, who was dealing with evil spirits in the building.

"The evil spirits themselves have a certain degree of resistance to ghost paintings, but now the ghosts on the stairs have been controlled by me and can no longer resist the erosion of the ghost paintings, so they collapsed."

With a flash, Cao Yang came to Ah Hong again. The other party had Li Leping's cold and indifferent face, and was holding two slightly decayed corpses in his hands. He looked like a perverted murderer.

"No need to continue. This is the ghost cave of the ghost painting. The number of ghosts imprisoned inside is simply countless. If you want to leave, just find the exit of this derived ghost painting."

"According to my guess, the exit should be the scary tattoo parlor in the painting."

Cao Yang was certainly not talking nonsense. The content of the oil painting was Zhang Youhong and the tattoo parlor, but so far he had only seen Sister Hong, and the tattoo parlor in the background was gone. The answer was already obvious.

"No one knows how big the world of ghost paintings is, but as long as I avoid that Ping An Building, I am confident that I can get out."

The source of the ghost paintings and the ghost catcher are suppressed in the Ping'an Building. In addition, the terrain is complex, so it is hard to imagine what the interior of the building has become. Even Cao Yang now does not want to face a strange mechanism like the ghost catcher.

"The strong wind cleared the way and the thick smoke dispersed."

The cold ghost wind instantly dispelled the choking gray-black smoke. Of course, this was also because Ah Hong took the initiative to remove her current makeup.

"Okay, then I'll trouble Captain Cao to take a small person like me away from this dangerous place."

(End of this chapter)