And it's not the kind of short and continuous footsteps.

It's like dragging your feet forward.

Listening to the footsteps, a picture also appeared in his mind.

A man with a stooped figure could not see clearly whether he was a man or a woman.

He, or she, lowers his head, perhaps with long hair hanging down.

The man gently raised his leg and took a step forward.

After that, the rickety and shriveled body leaned forward, and at the same time, the other severely twisted leg was slowly dragged behind the front foot as the body leaned forward.

This person was just like this, staggering and walking forward slowly...

He immediately erased these thoughts from his mind and listened carefully to the footsteps outside.

However, the less you think about it, the more real the picture in your mind becomes.

He even couldn't help but think about it.

just in case……

Just in case the owner of the footsteps outside.

Did he stop outside this door?

Will he come in?

When that foot walked past the door, he couldn't help it any longer. He immediately rolled and crawled away from the door completely. He put his hands on the ground, raised his upper body, and just pursed his lips.

Stare at that door.

The footsteps were still getting away, and he slowly backed away.

Until the footsteps can no longer be heard.

He felt that the fingers behind his back touched something.

Divide at the first touch.

He retracted his hands as a conditioned reflex, turned around, and backed away slightly.

But he must have been in the dark for a long time, so he could barely see clearly.

It seemed to be a candle.
Chapter completed!