"No, no, he is much more ruthless than Musen. He just cut off a strand, but he just grabbed it!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha, look at the number of hairs on the carpet... the other side was almost bald. I don't believe you if you say there is no personal grudge."

"By the way, where's the canvas?"

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo took out the wrinkled canvas that was soaked by the rain from his arms. Cold water droplets dripped from the edge of the canvas and wet the carpet in the hotel.

Wen Jianyan reached out to pick it up.

However, as soon as the finger touched the edge of the canvas, the feeling under the finger suddenly changed.

The originally heavy fabric seemed to have turned into water, dripping from between their fingers.

"What's going on?!"

Chen Mo was shocked and subconsciously reached out to fish it out.

However, his fingers passed through the fabric, and the water melted from the canvas fell to his feet with a splash.

It no longer looked like rain, but was mixed with the color of oil paints. It was gray, dark, and bleak, and in the blink of an eye, it dyed the small area of ​​​​the carpet a dirty color.

Everyone was shocked.

Could it be...that their previous guesses were wrong? Are all their efforts in vain?

"Zi...ZiZi..."

The lights above suddenly flickered fiercely.

The light was bright and dim, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the room became cold and damp.

Bai Xue paused, seeming to feel something, and turned to look in the direction of the oil painting.

Wen Jianyan followed his gaze and looked over.

Under the strange flickering light, a pair of wet footprints appeared without warning in front of the oil painting frame.

"!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank and he felt a chill running down his back.

While he was dazed, the wet footprints became more numerous.

Like...

Something soaked in water, invisible and shadowless, was walking forward slowly and stiffly.

The distance is shortening.

The temperature dropped drastically, and the cold air cut through the skin like a knife, causing intense pain.

There is the damp smell of rain in the air, and there is also a subtle smell like a rotting corpse.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The interval between each step seems to be calculated, without any changes at all, and I walk in this direction step by step.

"Go quickly!!"

Wen Jianyan shouted in a low voice.

Several other people also woke up from a dream. They and Wen Jianyan hurriedly retreated, staring at the wet footprints while quickly retreating towards the main entrance of the hotel room.

There was only a "click" sound, and the door was closed in front of several people.

They stood in the brightly lit corridor, their faces pale and their breathing rapid.

"..."

Wen Jianyan's hand tightly grasped the door handle, and his palm was slippery and sticky. He took a slow, deep breath, raised his eyes, and looked at the old-fashioned sign on the door.

My heart was beating so loudly that it sounded very loud in my ears.

Under his fixed gaze, the [Do Not Disturb] light slowly turned on.

This is a signal.

A signal that the room is occupied.

They did succeed.

This shows that their initial guess was correct, and this is indeed what the rules want them to do.

But Wen Jianyan's heart sank.

Because this also means that the safety and calmness before the hotel are indeed real.

Because it is [empty].

And now, under the guidance of the rules, they personally "welcome" a ghost into the originally empty Xingxing Hotel.

That is to say...
Chapter completed!