The two of them went down the stairs behind the ancestral hall on the second floor. The stairs were as broken as the previous one. And they felt that there was always a layer of unclogged mist on the stairs, which made people feel drowning.
Song Zhi pulled Ye Xi down quickly on the stairs. When he went down to the first floor, he couldn't help but take a few breaths, and then said: "This stairs did not consider the problem of wet weather when they were built, so the water vapor in the house would gather here from time to time. The stairs were eroded by water vapor for too long, which led to a little moldy."
Then he pointed to the stairs on the other side of the lobby and said, "If you want to go up and down the second floor, just use the stairs there. I have poured them with concrete once in the past few years, and it is many times better than other aged wooden stairs."
Looking in the direction Song Zhi pointed, it was indeed a cement-watered staircase. Ye Xi could detect that the material of the staircase was not simple, and it seemed that there was some bone meal mixed in the pouring material.
It seems that this modern staircase is not much safer than other staircases in this house, and it is really hard for this old man from the Republic of China. And Ye Xi could feel that the space where this house is located is highly coincidental with a supernatural place.
I'm afraid the old man has prepared his funeral. After all, Ye Xi had already seen a carved coffin on the second floor. He took a few more glances at that time. He originally thought that the coffin and the ghost coffin would have something to do, but the final research showed that the only thing they had in common was that they were both considered coffins and there was no other similarity.
"My old house was used to grow vegetables by my grandfather. Later, due to the renovation of the ancient house, the backyard was also abandoned. You'd better not go in because there is a lot of water in the soil in the backyard, forming an environment similar to a swamp. If you are not careful, you will fall into the land." Song Zhi pointed to the red and black land fenced.
"This ancient house is already very dilapidated, but it carries the memories of generations, and grandfather is never willing to leave here." Song Zhi showed an apology, as if he expressed his apology to Ye Xi for the inadequate reception.
"Where did those apple trees planted in the backyard go? I remember we sneaked in to get the apples, but your grandfather found them, and then we were both scolded." Ye Xi used the power of the stealing to learn some of the thoughts in Song Zhi's head.
"Ah, I just seemed to have suddenly forgotten what I was going to say. You mean those apple trees, many of which have withered, and some of them have been taken to make wood carvings by my grandfather." Song Zhi answered Ye Xi's question in a daze. He had just forgotten his thoughts.
"This is normal! The apples we ate at that time were sour and astringent, and had a very strange rust smell. If we had known that smell, we would not have taken the consequences of being taught by your grandfather and secretly picked apples." Ye Xi sighed a little, but he didn't think so in his heart.
The outskirts of his eyes saw Song Zhi's face becoming very ugly. Because the apples were supernatural products, they tasted strange. Later, Song Zhi should have known these secrets, so now Song Zhi saw the apples and now there was a shadow.
Every time he saw an apple, he would think of the terrifying evil spirits buried under the apple tree, and a chill in his heart.