As soon as the two walked up the stairs, they immediately noticed something in the center of the third floor! Under the illumination of the phone's flashlight, they saw an object there that seemed to have a circular outline, but it was about half the height of a person...
Chu Keqing frowned, "It looks like... a big jar?"
"More than that." Chen Yan took a deep breath and waved the phone around, then saw in each of the corners of the third floor...
Paper figures!
There were men and women, old and young. They were painted with colorful dyes, but under the flashlight in the dark, they looked even more eerie!
Chen Yan squinted his eyes and took two steps forward, looking at the object in the center that resembled a big jar.
"Hey!"
Chen Yan shouted loudly.
Then his eyes followed the flashlight's beam, sweeping over the paper figures in the corners.
"The jar in the center… it's your ritual altar, isn't it? If you don't show up, I'll smash it!"
Silence surrounded them.
