But when he left the range of the table, the chair immediately turned back onto the tabletop, and the oil lamp went out.
The oil lamp wasn't fully lit, yet as he moved, one lamp extinguished and another lit up, as if deliberately lighting the way forward for him.
This scene made Xiang Beifei feel even more bizarre.
Most importantly, the footsteps that had been trailing him all along seemed to know exactly where he was, continuously following him from the rooftop through the second-floor ceiling, right above him, the sound exceptionally clear.
Hoo! Hoo!
The wind from the street outside seemed to blow in as well, making the entire inn feel a bit colder.
He saw the stairs ahead, leading to the second floor, with a turn in the middle and handrails on both sides. The stair railing was intricately carved with some patterns, looking particularly exquisite.
"Xiaohei, go up and take a look."
Xiang Beifei stopped in his tracks and communicated with Xiaohei in his mind.
