Behind the glass door, the tall male corpse emerged from the shadows. His body looked as though it had been soaked in water, swollen all over. In his hand he carried a rust-streaked hatchet, its blade full of chips, looking very old and worn.
The next moment, the ghost had already raised the hatchet and launched a certain-death supernatural attack.
For ghost controllers, an attack from this ghost hatchet was practically impossible to dodge.
So when Lu Ming saw this scene, his heart leapt into his throat.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, like some old piece of porcelain shattering, a fissure appeared on the dried-corpse bride’s neck.
Because the dried-corpse bride’s supernatural power relied on that bright red wedding dress, her torso was merely an ordinary corpse and could not withstand such a terrifying supernatural attack at all.
Thus, with that sound, the corpse’s head had already separated from its body. Yet the head did not immediately fall; under the supernatural effect of the ghost wedding dress, it maintained its original state.
Lu Ming’s pupils shrank slightly. He had no idea what would happen next—whether things would develop as expected, or head in an even worse direction.
“The Hatchet Ghost isn’t making another move. This is…”
He could feel that although the dried-corpse bride holding his hand had not been completely suppressed by that strike, the supernatural restlessness coming from her palm had stopped and become much more balanced.
Lu Ming let out a breath of relief, the corners of his mouth stiffly lifting.
This balance was only temporary, but for the current Lu Ming, it was already enough.
At the very least, during the time he seized the ghost newspaper in Caesar Hotel, he would no longer have to be as cautious as before, not daring to use the supernatural.
Afterward, Lu Ming brought the dried-corpse bride and continued up the stairs.
The Newspaper Ghost was not on the third floor, so when Lu Ming passed by the third floor, he did not stop and went straight past it.
The fourth floor of Caesar Hotel.
All sorts of rooms were arranged here. These rooms were all decorated in a modern style, without anything unusual about them, giving off a very ordinary feeling.
“These are only appearances. The true danger is still hidden behind the calm surface.”
Only after Lu Ming had walked around the fourth floor did he finally discover a deep, dark corridor in an inconspicuous corner.
What made one’s hair stand on end was that on both sides of this passage, densely packed tightly shut doors were lined up.
Beside every door hung an old doorplate number, and they looked like products of the last century, completely different from Caesar Hotel’s original room style.
Lu Ming knew very well that this Caesar Hotel was far from as simple as it appeared.
It was like a book, with countless pages coexisting together, each page able to make contact with the outside world.
This eerie passage that had inexplicably appeared on the fourth floor of Caesar Hotel was the truly terrifying part of this supernatural place.
Behind each tightly shut door, countless terrifying ghosts were imprisoned.
Just as Lu Ming was about to step into this extra passage, he suddenly heard a cold, sinister wind, like the weeping of a child or a woman, carrying an eerie aura.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The next moment, on both sides of the passage, the tightly shut doors were blown open by the wind just now. Lu Ming merely glanced at those opened rooms, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
On both sides of the passage, some rooms were empty, but in some rooms, the ghosts inside were staring straight toward Lu Ming, with somewhat chilling smiles on their faces.
There was no doubt that if Lu Ming recklessly stepped into this corridor now, he would definitely be attacked by these ghosts.
Even if he could use the dried-corpse bride’s supernatural power to get through the danger before him, the Newspaper Ghost was hiding in the dark and might still use some underhanded move. There were simply too many uncertainties.
“These doors were deliberately opened by that Newspaper Ghost. Long before I came, that ghost had already infiltrated the entire ZS City. The person in charge of ZS City, Ghost Face Tong Qian, probably can’t be saved. And after the Newspaper Ghost realized my arrival, it wanted to use this kind of supernatural method to block me outside.”
“With the dried-corpse bride in her current state, this is an excellent opportunity to seize the ghost newspaper. I can’t just give up like this. I can wait for those people to come upstairs first…”
Just then, by coincidence, a commotion neither loud nor soft came from downstairs.
Lu Ming knew that Yang Jian and the others had arrived.
…………
Elsewhere.
Yang Jian, Xiong Wenwen, and the trio from Dahai City were currently on the second floor of the hotel. Their expressions all looked exceptionally ugly.
No one had expected that the tall male corpse would completely burn through an entire ghost candle with just one attack.
“One attack, and it can burn out an entire ghost candle? How could a ghost’s level of terror possibly reach such an exaggerated degree…”
Among the trio, Luo Suyi shrank back somewhat, already thinking of retreating.
Yang Jian ignored him and looked at the child in the team who appeared to be only around ten years old. “Saying this now is useless. Xiong Wenwen, it’s time for you to use your foresight.”
Xiong Wenwen forcefully suppressed his fear and nodded. As he used the supernatural power of foresight, his complexion gradually turned pale, slowly losing the aura of a living person.
Across three foresights, the final result for them all was being killed by the Hatchet Ghost.
Fortunately, on the final attempt, Yang Jian finally discerned the tall male corpse’s killing pattern. After erasing their footprints, he brought the others to the hotel’s third floor, temporarily escaping danger.
……
Still shaken, Luo Suyi advised, “This place is too terrifying. It’s simply not somewhere people should stay. We should go back.”
Xiong Wenwen’s complexion was very poor at this moment. In his current state, if he used the supernatural power of foresight two more times, the ghost inside him might completely revive. Even so, he still snapped back aggressively, “Your Daddy Xiong hasn’t even thought of leaving, so what are you babbling about here? Say one more word, and the next time we run into danger, I’ll leave you all behind and go by myself.”
Yang Jian considered it for a moment, but he had no intention of leaving either. Zhao Lei—or rather, the Newspaper Ghost—posed too great a threat to him.
That eerie old bloodstained newspaper could actually completely restrain his ghost eye’s ghost domain.
Leaving the Newspaper Ghost alone would only invite endless trouble.
As they spoke, the group suddenly heard the sound of paper being blown by the wind from upstairs.
“Don’t make a sound. Listen.”
“Something is upstairs.”
Xiong Wenwen also put away that cynical look of his. Although in others’ eyes he was an out-and-out little brat, in front of Yang Jian, he did not dare act presumptuously in the slightest.
“Do you want me to use foresight?”
Xiong Wenwen had truly been frightened badly by that tall ghostly figure carrying the hatchet earlier, so he was especially shaken now.
“No need. We’ll go over first. That sound might have been deliberately made by the Newspaper Ghost. If your ability is consumed on something so meaningless, the loss would be too great.”
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