When he arrived at the second floor, Chen Feng continued to walk forward along the corridor.
The space inside the hotel is small, the corridor is dim, and many rooms are lined with them, giving people a gloomy feeling.
For some reason, Liang Long also leaned close to Chen Feng, looking nervous, as if he was afraid of something.
It can make the little ghost scare, it seems that something is indeed abnormal here.
When he arrived at a room at the end of the corridor, Chen Feng stopped, his breath gathered, waved his hand to cover Jiang Ziyue and Liang Long, and then pushed the door.
Surprisingly, the door was not locked.
The room was not big, just like the place where Zeng Liang was hiding before, standing in front of the window a woman in a red dress with her back facing the door, motionless.
Because the long hair fell down, I couldn't see any face clearly.
But there is no need to think that based on the breath, this woman must be a vicious woman Jiang Rong.
"Oh...who?"
At this time, Jiang Ziyue suddenly screamed behind her and her body rushed forward.
Chen Feng was caught off guard and subconsciously walked forward several steps, turning his head quickly to look.
I saw a yellow shadow flashing by at the door, and then the door slammed and closed tightly.
The already dim light inside the house has become even dimmer at this moment.
"What's going on?"
Chen Feng's eyes flashed, he walked over and pulled the door, but he didn't move, as if he was locked.
Before Jiang Ziyue could adapt to the light in the house, she walked up to hug his arm and said, "I don't know either, I just feel like someone pushed me hard from behind!"
"Push a hand?"
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and a little sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Uncle, is this my enemy? I felt the breath of an enemy in her."
At this time, Liang Long, who was following closely, looked at the woman in front of the window, his eyes full of panic.
"She has a very fierce aura, which makes me feel very uneasy!"
Indeed, without the need for Liang Long to remind him, as long as he is a discerning person, you can see something is wrong.
Since they entered the house, the other party has never moved, like a clay figure.
Moreover, the whole room was filled with a strong sense of death.
"ah!"
Suddenly, Jiang Ziyue, who turned to the woman in red, opened her mouth and let out a shrill scream of horror.
Even Chen Feng was shocked by this shock.
"Then...that...jiang Rong..."
Jiang Ziyue stared at the woman in red in horror, her face pale and trembling.
Chen Feng frowned, stepped forward, and looked at him in a narrow range.
As he saw the scene in his sight, his face changed.
The woman in red looked ashen and had been dead for a long time.
Looking closely, a thin thread hung down from the window beam and wrapped around its neck.
This situation is obviously not suicide, but being strangled to death.
It’s nothing but a dead person. The key is that this woman’s way of death is strange and she is passive after death.
Looking through the sky eyes, a female ghost in red with disheveled hair, rolling her eyes, and drooping her tongue was bound in the corpse, rushing left and right, struggling hard.
In this way, there is obviously some mysterious force that traps it in the body and deliberately restricts it from leaving.
In this way, every time the female ghost struggles, his resentment increases one point.