The sky is gradually getting darker, and except for the Caesar Hotel, the entire city is still bright and bustling.
The whole city will not suspend its prosperity just because of a small hotel.
When Zhao Jianguo called Feng Quan and Guo Fan, they had lost contact and could not receive the call.
The entrance of the entire hotel has been heavily surrounded by warning lines, and the mist from the partially resurrected ghost on Feng's body has shrouded the entire hotel. Maybe give it some time, it can turn into an S-level disaster.
At this time, the recording of Yang Jian's knocker was played on a loop in the hotel.
Ye Xi hasn't arrived at the door of the hotel yet. He has a hunch that this mission will not threaten him. What he is thinking about now is the location of the ghost pigment.
Wang Cai followed closely behind him, paying attention to the surroundings for potential dangers. The two of them walked down the street one after another, and they were on their way to the Caesar Hotel.
Ye Xi took out the gold box in his backpack, and a ghost pen lay quietly in it. He used divination to locate the ghost paint.
The pendulum moved slightly, and the ink pen seemed to be revived, but then a layer of golden brilliance was plated on it.
The brush gradually became silent, and except for the slight coolness, it seemed that there was nothing unusual about it.
Countless threads of fate were displayed in front of Ye Xi's eyes, entangled and chaotic, and a thread wrapped around the pen was in the far northwest.
Increasing the intensity of divination, Ye Xi vaguely saw that there was an unusual paint pot in a distant sculpture hall.
“Daxinshi!”
Ye Xi shook his head and exhaled a breath.
"After this matter is completed, we will go to Daxin City. There is a Ligui I want there, but it has not recovered yet!"
Ye Xi adjusted his monocle and seemed to be telling something insignificant.
"Okay! Then we have to hurry up!"
Ye Xi also nodded after hearing what Wang Cai said. However, in his prediction, the recovery of the ghost pigment was inevitable.
His gaze seemed to travel through all time and space, arriving at the sculpture gallery in the distance, and finally stopped in front of a painted statue.
"Why!"
Ye Xi sighed, not knowing whether he felt pity for the ghost pigment's resurrection or sad for those who were about to die.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Ye Xi's face, and the monocle reflected the golden light. He slowly walked to the door of Caesars Hotel step by step.
There was a vague figure in front of him, wearing the clothes of a person in charge, calmly waiting for someone to arrive at the door.
The moment Yang Jian saw Ye Xi, the ghost eye on his body seemed to be suppressed. It seemed to be an extremely powerful Li Wei!
He looked carefully at the people who came before him, and then activated the ghost realm to surround himself. He didn't know if the person in front of him was a ghost in disguise!
"Sorry to keep you waiting! Because I didn't want to be too ostentatious, I didn't let the king use the ghost realm to drive from the sky."
Ye Xi showed a faint smile.
Yang Jian's pupils shrank, and the glasses on Ye Xi put as much pressure on him as on the mummy bride!
"Ye Xi! What's wrong with your glasses?"
Yang Jian asked cautiously! When he saw Ye Xi was about to take off his glasses, he was already ready to run away quickly!
I saw Ye Xi took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on! There was no supernatural phenomenon!
This normal phenomenon did not make Yang Jian relax his vigilance! However, he felt that the ghost eyes could be opened again!