The Ways of the Sacrifice

Lucien looked up at the ceiling. Lexi's voice rang in his head. 

"Earlier, this room looked very old. Thick cobwebs hang above, and the furniture is covered in thick dust. Even the bed and cabinet woods are about to come off due to old age… but staring at it now… the state of things has changed. Most importantly, no ghosts attack us except those blood sucker seeds."

A ridiculous theory formed in his head. He cast a side glance at the scenery outside and then looked at Lexi. 

"Which floor did you come from?" Lucien is now too curious. He can't stop himself from asking the two siblings. 

As expected, Lexi sharply looked at him. Leon was staring at him with veiled surprise.

"Second floor. Where else could we come from? We're just beginners." Leon laughed awkwardly. "Anyway, have you seen any clues? Anything useful to prevent those thousand ghosts of hell from attacking us?"