Just when Little Taotie was deeply saddened and felt an ache in his heart, thinking that the third stone had no reaction either, the Horse-Faced Bell moved, shaking wildly.
Little Taotie quickly let go of the Horse-Faced Bell, and it floated up, spinning a circle in the air before darting towards the top of the abyss.
"What should we do, it's running away!" Little Taotie said anxiously.
Suddenly, a staircase appeared in the pitch black darkness, a staircase that could be climbed, ancient and old, covered with moss, somewhat steep.
"We should go up and take a look," Hua Jinyan suggested.
Little Taotie nodded.
"Be careful, don't step on the moss, it's slippery," Hua Jinyan expressed concern.
Little Taotie nodded: "Don't worry, I'm being careful!"
Feng Qi lazily lay on Little Taotie's shoulder, squinting her eyes upward, faintly smelling a breath of death, and sighed slightly.
"Are you sighing?" Little Taotie asked.
