Wen Zhong slept so deeply that the alarm clock he set in advance failed to wake him up.
But after waking up, he felt that his mental state was much better. He stretched, washed briefly and looked at the time. It happened to be 12 o'clock in the morning. This time also happened to be the opening of Wangyue Bar opened by Bai Yingyue.
time.
"Sleeping is really a good habit. I rarely sleep so soundly after becoming a ghost master. The Ping An Hotel is truly worthy of its name." Wen Zhong picked up the keys and magnetic card and prepared to go downstairs to check out.
Before leaving, he took another look at the oil painting on the wall. At this time, a thought suddenly arose in Wen Zhong's mind. He felt that the woman in the painting seemed to come alive and stare at him. However, upon closer inspection, he realized that it was just the refraction of light.
The illusion caused.
"This oil painting is really evil, otherwise I would just take it away and seal it in gold."
Wen Zhong thought for a while but still didn't touch the oil painting easily. He had enough things to do now and had no energy to deal with other things.
Just as he was about to open the door and go downstairs, there were suddenly several slight coughs coming from the corridor, and the sounds seemed to be slowly approaching the room where he was.
"Um?"
Hearing this strange coughing sound, Wen Zhong instinctively felt something bad, because a familiar sound of electricity sounded in his ears. Although it was very messy, it could be combined into a sentence.
"Never go out, or you will die."
Hearing this sentence, Wen Zhong shed a cold sweat on his forehead. This radio actually warned him at this time. Could it be that there was a vicious ghost lingering outside the door.
"Please tell me clearly why I die when I go out." Wen Zhong asked.
However, the radio only rang for a moment and then fell silent, as if he had just hallucinated. There was silence all around, except for the low coughing outside the door that continued to sound.
He controlled two ghosts and owned the ghost realm. If he entered the streaming state at all costs, he could even use some of the abilities of the third ghost. Even so, the radio still chose to warn him not to go out.
What is the sound outside the door? No, I should say what is this hotel? Since there is such a fierce ghost inside, why does the radio not remind me before entering? Is it because of the old man at the front desk?
Wen Zhong thought a lot, especially when he thought that he had slept here for so long, the cold sweat on his forehead kept flowing down.
"Do you want to use the ghost realm to get out?" Wen Zhong looked at the window.
If he can't walk through the main entrance, then leave through the window. The evil ghost in his body does not feel suppressed. If he has no choice, he will use the ghost realm to escape from here.
However, when Wen Zhong opened the curtains, he was stunned. The place where the window was originally had been blocked by red bricks. Judging from the drying marks on it, this red wall seemed to have existed for many years and did not look like it was newly built.
Wen Zhong frowned, and the flesh on his body split open instantly, and a gray light lit up from his body, instantly lighting up the whole room. Then the lights in the room flickered, and with the sound of electricity, Wen Zhong disappeared instantly.
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But the next second, Wen Zhong's figure appeared inside the room again. Although the ghost realm's teleportation was successful, he was sent back to the room again.
"Are you kidding me? How can I encounter such a level of supernatural events even in a hotel?" Wen Zhong couldn't help but feel a little crazy. He really couldn't understand how people could be so unlucky. Could it be that he accidentally got into it?
The curse of the bad ghost?
It's really not impossible.
Wen Zhong thought about it and suddenly remembered the grieving ghost in black in the ghost forest. Although it did not cause any harm to him at the time, now that he thought about it, he was simply planting a curse of bad luck on himself.
After thinking about this, Wen Zhong only felt that his future was gloomy. I was afraid that the supernatural incidents in the Central Building were probably due to him, but He Youxu was unlucky enough to die on his behalf.
"No, no, there are no rules in supernatural events. Maybe I'm just unlucky and have nothing to do with the ghost's curse."
Wen Zhong took a deep breath and tried to calm down his chaotic mood. The most important thing right now was how to deal with the evil ghost outside the door, rather than delving into why he was so unlucky.
But luckily among the misfortunes, his condition has almost recovered, which is enough to support him to use the power of the ghost a few more times.
Outside the door, coughs continued to sound. At this time, the room No. 7 where Wen Zhong was located was very close, almost within reach.
"Cough...cough...cough..."
At this time, an extremely weak cough sounded in Wen Zhong's ears. He felt weak and dizzy all over, and saw the outline of a thin face suddenly appeared on the door.
The dead face was opening its mouth wide and coughing non-stop. It seemed that the source of this strange coughing sound was the fierce ghost in front of him.
"Are you kidding?" Wen Zhong's legs were weakened by the coughing sound. But at this moment, the radio in his body fell completely silent, and he could not enter the streaming state and fully use the power of the ghost.
Weak. Wen Zhong only felt that he was very weak. His body had begun to feel cold, but his consciousness was very clear.
He reluctantly raised his right hand and pointed the ghost eyes of his palm at the door. At this time, this strange dead face was about to invade the room. Wen Zhong was sure that once the opponent successfully invaded, he would definitely die here.
This evil ghost is so terrifying. If it hadn't been for the reminder from the radio, he would have been killed as soon as he stepped out of the door.
"This is..." With the help of the white light emitted from the ghost's pupils, Wen Zhong could see clearly. The ghost in front of him was dark and skinny, like a charred corpse that had been burned by fire. The entire outside of the door was now
It was already covered in burnt black corpse oil.
He couldn't help but think of Li Leping's smoke ghostland. Could the coughing and scorched corpse in front of him be related to the other party? What was the killing pattern of this evil ghost? Could it be that he was killed here indiscriminately?
Sleeping people.
Suddenly Wen Zhong smelled a burning smell. He thought it was coming from the ghost, but when he smelled it carefully, it seemed that something was burning under the big bed behind him.
Along with the sound of flesh exploding, a mold spread along his ankles to the surface, and then spread upwards to cover the entire big bed. Soon Wen Zhong discovered the source of the burning smell - a worn-out kerosene lamp.
At this time, the kerosene lamp was burning slowly under the bed, and the lit wick was soaked in black corpse oil, exuding an unusually choking smell of burning.
The moment the ghost germ came into contact with the kerosene lamp, it was immediately burned to a crisp. Wen Zhong was almost sure at this time that this old kerosene lamp was the key to attracting this evil ghost.