Puchi! Da-da-da... Puchi!
In the dark environment, Xu Shu climbed the endlessly winding staircase, his steps light and heavy at times, as if following some pattern.
On the surface, he seemed calm, but in fact, his heart was flustered. As he walked, he silently counted the steps, all the while observing and listening vigilantly for fear of an ambush.
Earlier, he rushed in too recklessly without leaving any protection measures, resulting in a disaster and so many deaths, leaving everyone uncomfortable.
On the way out this time, he couldn't be so careless again.
Xu Shu took a deep breath and looked up at the still drowsy stairs: "Going down was 300 rotations of the corridor, now we've gone through 50, 250 turns left until the exit... 51... 52..."
The counting never stopped, and he turned to check on the other team members.
