Yes, there is a figure squatting at the door of every room, huddled up minding his own business, stretching out a hand, facing the door panel, but tapping the floor in front of the door.
It made a very neat and regular clicking sound, the same as what I heard in the house just now.
The one closest to me was only less than half a meter away. I could clearly see that he was exuding waves of yin energy. His hair was disheveled and he was wearing tattered clothes. Although he was squatting down, his lower body was almost illusory.
to transparent.
They are definitely not human beings. My eyes tell me that they are vengeful spirits. So many vengeful spirits...
The same voice sounded behind me. I turned around and saw that the same scene also appeared in the other half of the corridor that I had not reached.
They didn't seem to care about my existence at all, they were just tapping the floor seriously, over and over again.
There was no response at all from the door. I don't know whether it was because no one was checking in, or because I couldn't hear the sound at all.
I was shocked. These resentful spirits appeared very strangely. There was no warning before I walked up to them, but now they suddenly appeared all at once. So was there one of these resentful spirits knocking on the floor outside my door just now?
And did Lang Hongyi chase one of them and ran up to the third floor?
They did not hinder me, and I was just on guard for the time being. Although the sight in front of me made my scalp numb, and the sound of the knocking made me dizzy and irritable, I just pretended not to see them and held on to the inner world in my hands.
, continue walking towards the other half of the corridor.
All the doors along the way were normal dark brown, but when I finally reached the last room on the third floor, the color of that door puzzled me. It was red, a bright blood red.
When I arrived, the innocent soul outside the door actually stopped knocking on the floor and slowly turned around.
At this moment, I actually had an unprecedented feeling of fright, just because I saw the face that turned around was exactly the same as mine, but with a ray of evil and a malicious smile, which was definitely
It won't show up on my face.
"Are you looking for me?" The victim laughed, turned around and started banging his head against the red door. A lot of blood flowed down, which made me even think in shock, this door
The reason why it is this color is that he has been repeating this action over and over again.
"Where's my friend?" I don't feel sorry for the innocent soul who committed suicide. What I want to find most now is Lang Hongyi who just came upstairs.
"The cultivator... has such a strong yang energy, but no matter who he is, he will die when he gets here!"
The one with his face covered in blood turned around with a look of resentment. His body fell apart with his movements and fell to the ground, turning into a pile of corpses. The piece of his mouth was still alive.
My heart is opening and closing as I speak.
"If you want to find that man, go in. After entering this door, you can see him."
At the same time, all the figures in the corridor stopped and stood up, approaching me, as if they wanted to force me to rush into the bright red door.
I lost my patience, and the inner Qiankun directly aimed at the piece of flesh in the mouth that was still chattering.
I've seen ghosts used as golf balls, and now I'm like this, "No one told you that villains die from talking too much!"
The mouth passed over the figures and landed near the stairs going upstairs. The resentful spirit on the ground was stunned for a moment, not expecting to be treated like this.
A pile of corpses quickly assembled into its original human shape, and the other vengeful spirits that were rushing toward me crazily also came closer, pressing closer and closer.
Now that we have taken action, let’s beat them together. No matter what kind of trick the resentful spirit is using now, it’s better to really enter the resentful spirit’s lair and beat each one when they see it!
I danced the inner world, and every time I whipped away a resentful spirit, I never forgot to wave my hand and give the one who said harsh words a stick. Every time I hit the flesh, the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling was endless.
After being purified with the help of Coffin Man, the inner world seems to be stronger. Every time it comes into contact with the resentful spirit, it will emit a light. The effect of the fifty-cent special effect is perfect.
At the end of the narrow and dark corridor, a battle that ordinary people could not detect was going on. Without much suspense, I won a great victory. As expected, the resentful spirits that were thrown out turned into Yin Qi and dissipated before they hit the ground. There was only one behind me.
The right one was beaten until its nose was bruised and its face was swollen.
He even tried to kill himself by playing with his mouth and lost it. It was far away on the other side of the aisle, but I was standing here. It was basically a fantasy for him to go and pick it up. Looking at this body, it was covered with cuts. It was obvious that he had been divided.
I put away my inner world and looked at him with my arms folded.
"Are you satisfied? Do you want to answer my question properly?"
The resentful spirit nodded quickly. The tattered clothes soaked in blood were still dripping blood towards the ground. He reached out to cover his missing mouth, with a pitiful look in his eyes.
"Want your mouth back?"
Continuing to nod, I was a little suspicious. This resentful spirit was just here to play a small role. How could the supposedly terrifying resentful spirit have such a funny element? Could it be that the death process damaged the brain and affected the intelligence?
I stepped aside and asked him to roll over and pick up his missing mouth without having to go through my body and answer my questions.
This wronged soul is not slow, slightly faster than ordinary people. In less than a minute, he was already standing in front of me, with an obedient look on his face. He even restrained his horrible death look and turned back into himself.
The appearance that I had when I was alive does not dare to be transformed into my face again.
"Master, spare my life, I don't dare to do it anymore."
"Tell me what's going on, where is my friend?"
"I really didn't bother your friends. I just died in the room where you lived, so I boldly made a joke with you at night and didn't go to other rooms."
Nonsense is not believable, especially such nonsense, which is simply fart.
"Follow me and go down together to take a look. As long as my friend is okay, I will spare you."
Killing ghosts is not my original intention. Besides, the Yin Qi in this resentful spirit is very new. It should be that Team Liao and the others accidentally mentioned today that they were the protagonists of the recent hotel corpse case. I am also lucky. I can win the lottery wherever I stay.
Lived in the house where the accident occurred.
Just as I was walking towards the second floor, with my back to the mirror and ready to go downstairs, I suddenly felt something coming out of my back. It hit the inner Qiankun inserted in my clothes behind my back and was bounced away.
Alertly, he immediately turned around to check, and saw that the resentful spirit that had been obedient just now had been grabbed into the mirror by one hand. The offended De Xing was like a little plague chicken. He seemed to be still opening his mouth and shouting something, and quickly disappeared.
not see.
The ripples on the mirror returned to calmness and turned into an ordinary mirror. There was only my figure in it, looking at it with a solemn expression.
This hotel is really dirty. It seems that there is more than just the newly deceased guy. The one in the mirror is obviously much more powerful than this one.
Uncle Yan has the ability to protect himself. I thought about the innocent, silly and sweet Miss Miao Miao in my room. Although Lang Hongyi had a peach wood sword in his hand, his yin-sucking physique also made me worried.
.
Without any further hesitation, I turned around and ran towards the second floor. This time, I was more cautious and spoke softly. Before anyone arrived, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Uncle Yan, come out and help!"