Chapter 43 Zhou Fangdong walked up the stairs, stepping onto the steps patterned with dried corpses to reach the second floor of the apartment. Perhaps because he held the Red Sandalwood Spirit Tablet in his hand, the stairs were quiet this time. No white mist appeared, nor did the endless loop of steps that never seemed to reach the top. The moment he rounded the corner of the landing and saw the full view of the second floor, Zhou Fangdong froze. Even though he had mentally prepared himself…