Chapter 372: Resurrection (End) (5000 words)_3

Wan Shouguang, who had been preparing to go upstairs, had just arrived at the back of the staircase without turning to the front when footsteps sounded from the second floor.

The footsteps were heavy, as if accompanied by the sound of dragging.

Startled, Wan Shouguang immediately bent down to squat, gripping the launcher of the Magnetic Knife Shrapnel tightly in his hand, lifting his head and watching from behind the staircase towards the direction of the stairwell on the second floor.

Seconds later, Wan Cong's figure appeared, holding someone's ankle in his hand. The person was motionless, it was unclear whether they were dead or unconscious.

Wan Cong did not linger, directly descending the stairs with steady, unhurried steps, one by one. The person being dragged followed, tumbling down each step, their head knocking on the stairs with a "thud—thud—thud" sound, which was especially harsh and unnerving on this silent and eerie night.