Chapter 352 - Chapter 352: Chapter 351 Peril Reduced
Chapter 352: Chapter 351 Peril Reduced
“Yang Jian, the one with the ghost eye, really has some guts. He dares to venture into such a complex supernatural event all by himself, and not just once but twice. If it were me, I probably would’ve been dead by now. Being able to casually walk in and out like that isn’t something any ordinary ghost charmer can pull off.”
Outside the area covered by the Ghost Fog, near the second security line, Luo Su Yi squatted by the road, eating instant noodles he had just made, and spoke.
“You brat, do you know what Yang Jian intends to do by venturing into that place alone? He’s definitely not going in to restrain the ghost; otherwise, he wouldn’t have left us behind. He said he needs to make some preparations. Could it be that he’s planning to negotiate with whatever’s inside and ask for a favor?”
“Who are you calling a brat? Your whole family is full of brats,” Xiong Wenwen retorted upon hearing Luo Su Yi call her that, cursing, “With a mouth as foul as yours, you’re definitely going to be the first to die if we encounter any danger.”
Luo Su Yi smiled, “Whether I’ll be the first to die, I don’t know, but I’ll surely outlive you, you little twerp. You’re really unlucky, becoming a ghost charmer at such a young age. No more youth for you. Who knows, you might accidentally kick the bucket one day. Zhao Jianguo really is willing to let you come to Z City.”
“Mind your own business,” huffed Xiong Wenwen.
But even as he spoke, Luo Su Yi kept observing the state of the Ghost Fog nearby. He hoped that Yang Jian wouldn’t be able to come out, yet he also hoped he would.
If Yang Jian died on this solo venture, he and Lin Luomei could then leave in good conscience, avoiding involvement in this incident. But if Yang Jian came out unharmed, although there might be danger after they entered, with Yang Jian leading the way, it shouldn’t be too problematic.
With this thought, Luo Su Yi felt quite at ease.
“He’s coming out.”
Suddenly, the personnel on guard nearby couldn’t help shouting when they saw Yang Jian’s figure emerging from the Ghost Fog.
Yang Jian once again walked out of the Ghost Fog, his face calm as he approached.
“You managed to make a round inside so quickly?” Luo Su Yi, still eating his noodles, was somewhat incredulous.
That thick fog clearly indicated a problem; once inside, it wasn’t guaranteed that one could come out easily. But it hadn’t been long, and Yang Jian had already returned, as if he had just casually strolled around inside.
“So, did you handle it?” Xiong Wenwen hurriedly ran over and asked.
“It’s not that easy. I just made a few minor adjustments inside. Now it’s time to wait. If everything goes well, we should see results before noon. Get ready for action. If the preparations I’ve made work, we need to act immediately,” Yang Jian replied before glancing at Luo Su Yi and Lin Luomei nearby.
These two hadn’t lost their senses and chosen to run away.
“Let’s find a high spot to rest for now, which will also be convenient for observation,” Yang Jian said, checking the time. He then scanned the surroundings, planning to go to the rooftop of a nearby building to observe.
And while he opted to wait,
unexpected changes were already taking place inside the hotel.
“Thud, thud-thud~!”
Following the already set audio file, the dull, eerie knocking sound reverberated through the hotel via the loudspeakers. If not for the Ghost Fog’s blockade, the sound might have even reached outside.
Nothing unusual occurred on the first floor of the hotel under the spread of this knocking sound.
But on the second floor, in the restaurant where Yang Jian had been attacked the day before,
several bodies sat stiffly at a few tables, long dead. They weren’t killed by a ghost but had starved to death due to a lack of food and water. Their memories had been tampered with by the ghost, making them unable to eat, drink, or sleep normally. Without the ability to maintain such activities, anyone would succumb.
Yet even though they no longer had any signs of life, these corpses still sat, statuesque.
They each wore a smile, their eyes ashen, motionless as if waiting for some command.
“Thud, thud-thud~!”
The eerie knocking sound suddenly echoed in the restaurant.
An inexplicable scene unfolded: the bodies that were previously sitting rigidly in their chairs now all simultaneously collapsed to the floor as if they were under some incomprehensible attack.
The bodies no longer maintained their seated posture.
It seemed they had reverted to the state they should have been in after death, and even the bizarre smiles on their faces gradually faded away.
If the ghost that alters memories and the ghost with the smiling faces are considered a curse, then the Door Knocking Ghost’s voice is a curse far more powerful than theirs.
At that moment, the curse of the Door Knocking Ghost had replaced the original curses on the corpses, so they had returned to normal.
Although for those who had died, the return to freedom came a bit too late, for Yang Jian it invisibly resolved many potential troubles.
The voice continued to spread.
This was the kitchen on the second floor of the hotel.
The kitchen door was closed due to the shutdown, but as the broadcast of the knocking sound began, the door suddenly burst open with a bang.
Someone stood behind the kitchen door that had unexpectedly flung open; swathed in darkness, their features were indiscernible, just a towering silhouette… No, there was something else faintly visible within the darkness.
A kitchen knife.
A kitchen knife that seemed to be full of notches and covered with rust.
The tall figure, clutching the strange knife, slowly stepped out of the kitchen.
One step, another step, each one unnaturally heavy, like a corpse walking, with a dull echo, and every step left a footprint on the floor.
The footprints were sticky, as if stained with fresh blood, but they also emitted a stench of decay.
And on the fourth floor of the hotel.
The curse of the Door Knocking Ghost, embedded in the broadcast voice, reached this place as well.
“Thud, thud-thud~!”
The sound echoed in the hallway, rapidly spreading into the depths of the darkness, and in mere moments had traversed the entire floor.
Initially, nothing particularly unusual happened on this level.
But as the knocking reached an inexplicable area on the fourth floor, everything changed.
This was an invisible corridor on the fourth floor of the Kaiser Hotel, with rooms on either side that normally went unoccupied, but now, inside one of the rooms…
It was dimly lit inside.
And on top of the living room’s TV cabinet, there was an old wooden spirit tablet with nothing on it but a black and white obituary photo. The person in the photo was none other than Guo Fan, the international ghost hunter who had entered the hotel earlier.
The moment the knocking penetrated the room, the old spirit tablet on the TV cabinet suddenly toppled to the floor.
A person who had been kneeling in front of the tablet for a long time jerked their head up sharply, appearing utterly shocked.
When the knocking reached Room 13, the door, which had always been closed, suddenly opened at that moment. Simultaneously, the door to Room 31 in front also opened.
The light from inside spilled out, illuminating the dark corridor.
But this situation did not last long; soon after, both doors swiftly closed again.
The curse kept spreading, and for this hotel, riddled with innumerable dangers, it is uncertain whether it would reduce the peril as Yang Jian speculated, by utilizing the Door Knocking Ghost’s method of killing.