The corridor, which had been empty just a moment ago, was suddenly filled to the brim with water.

Dark red lights spread down, the wallpaper was dark red, the carpet was dark red, the narrow corridor was like a closed pipe. The air was very cold.

It's not a simple low temperature, but the kind of gloomy, cold air that seems to penetrate into the bones.

Pale faces looked over.

Wen Jianyan stood stiffly on the spot, with cold sweat on his forehead, his hands and feet were cold, his scalp was numb, and a strong stomach cramp began to appear, which made him want to vomit reflexively, but he was forced to hold back.

Rustling, rustling. There was a sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

The residents began to move around.

In the corridor in front of them, they looked like puppets with their vague and terrifying faces, walking stiffly in the direction of Wen Jianyan.

Run away quickly!

Every cell in the body is screaming crazily.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously took a step back, but just as soon as he moved -

Countless empty, dark eyes all looked at him.

Wen Jianyan's hair suddenly stood on end.

But at that moment, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and the dry, stylized voice seemed to echo in his ears again: "Please go to the left to attend the banquet."

Attend the party!

Wen Jianyan's words were inspiring, like an enlightenment.

At that moment, the mask covering his face took on an unprecedented sense of presence.

The hotel manager felt that he would attend the banquet because the mask was still in effect, and he would still be judged by the copy as a "ghost" rather than a "human". The overwhelming fear gradually faded away, and his ability to think gradually recovered.

Therefore, in their eyes, as long as he doesn't do anything weird, he will be the same kind.

""

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, restrained his physical reaction of wanting to escape, and stood straight on the spot, maintaining a half-step back posture.

Never move again.

Countless pale faces were facing him, and the holes around their eyes were pitch black. It was really too much of a test for a normal human being's psychological quality.

Wen Jianyan's throat tightened, and he felt cold sweat all over his back. His muscles were trembling slightly due to excessive tension, but he still held on without revealing any flaws.

Rustling, rustling. The sound of clothes rubbing against each other sounded again.

Looking away from Wen Jianyan, the "guests" began to walk forward again.

Throughout the entire process, he remained motionless, allowing the "guests" to pass by him and walk behind him step by step.

The whole process was very torturous, and it could be said that every day seemed like a year.

I don’t know how long it has been, maybe a century.

The rustling sound of clothes finally faded away.

Wen Jianyan turned his head stiffly and carefully looked behind him -

The corridor was empty. All the residents had left.

After realizing this, Wen Jianyan's strength seemed to be drained out of him in an instant. His legs went weak. If he hadn't hurriedly held on to the wall, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

"vomit--"

Wen Jianyan half-lifted his mask, arched his waist, and retched violently.

He spit out nothing.

Under the mask, the young man's face was pale, his forehead and hair were soaked with sweat, his lips were trembling slightly, and his eyes were red. He supported the wall with one hand, his fingertips turned white from exertion, and veins popped out on the back of his white hands.

, like rolling mountains.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, suppressed the nausea that arose in her stomach, wiped the corners of her mouth, and forced herself to stand up.

No more, we have to keep walking.

The "banquet" is about to begin.

In other words, all the guests in the Xingwang Hotel will gradually leave their rooms. If he doesn't hurry up, he may not be able to catch up with the woman in white before she leaves the room, and will be completely defeated. Then he will end up with nothing.

All the efforts made since entering this place have been in vain.

Wen Jianyan suppressed his overly violent heartbeat, put the mask on his face back on, then quickened his pace and ran along the corridor.

The internal structure of the entire Xingwang Hotel has been deeply engraved in his mind. He skillfully turned corners one after another and rushed towards 208. However, even though Wen Jianyan had deliberately avoided many rooms

It is a dense area, but it still bumps into open room doors from time to time, as well as tenants who stiffly step out of the room.

Every time he encountered this situation, Wen Jianyan's heart would twitch and he would hide aside reflexively. He would stay still, breathe softly, and wait for the tenant to slowly walk by before taking any action.

If he really couldn't hide, he would have no choice but to bite the bullet and join in their actions, then break away from the team without leaving a trace and start his journey again.

Although the original Xingwang Hotel only had two floors, due to these uncontrollable accidents, it still took longer than expected for Wen Jianyan to rush to his destination.

The door of 208's room was closed tightly, and it was pitch black under the door.

Wen Jianyan stood at the door, calmed down his unsteady breathing caused by running and being nervous, and glanced down at his phone.

There are less than twenty minutes left before this copy is closed.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and slowly pushed the door open.

It was pitch dark inside the door.

Just standing at the door makes your heart beat faster and you feel fear.

Wen Jianyan calmed down, turned on the flashlight, and walked slowly toward the house.

All the furniture was immersed in shadow, with a very familiar rancid moisture floating in it. The sound of his deliberately gentle footsteps echoed in the dead silence of the room.

Soon, Wen Jianyan stopped.

He stood in the center of the room, slowly moving the flashlight in his hand and shining it towards other corners of the room, searching carefully without missing any trace. Wen Jianyan quickly realized it.

There was no other figure except himself in the room, it was empty and deserted.

He turned his head and looked at the oil painting on the wall.

I don't know since when, the huge oil painting hanging on the wall now only has the frame, and inside the frame, the place where the oil painting should be has become empty and dark. In other words, he came late.

.208 is already empty.

Before he entered this room, the residents in 208 had already left and attended the banquet.

""

Wen Jianyan stood there, blinking, suddenly dazed.

Missed it.

Is he going to the "dinner party" now and looking for someone in the "dinner party"?

However, Wen Jianyan felt his scalp numb when he thought of the dense crowd of pale faces he had just encountered in the corridor.

The combination of the mask and the mask can really convey his "powerful" identity. Previously, in the mirror world, ghosts and children could not contact each other due to a layer of mask, so it was difficult to know who he was with such a wonderful costume.

Judging from what he experienced in the corridor, when he and the ghost were in the same space, it was obvious that this disguise was not perfect. Once there was a loophole, it would be easy to see through.

What's more, File Yuna is actually still not sure what kind of existence the "space" he is currently in is.

If you could die here and wake up in the mirror world, then Wen Jianyan wouldn't mind giving it a try.

But what if death is real death?

So as an ordinary human being, if he went to participate in this ghost feast, wouldn't it be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, lifted up his mask, and wiped his face in frustration.

He lowered his head and clicked on his live broadcast interface to see if the signal had been restored.

The moment the live broadcast room was opened, barrage after barrage flashed across the eyes:

"Ahhh" anchor look at me!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh the barrage has started!!!"

Has the live broadcast signal been restored?

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a slightly thoughtful expression.

"Ah, what a pity, I didn't meet the ghost in room 208. I thought I would be sure this time." "It's such a tragedy, I just missed it."

"But it's okay. Host, your teammates have also found key clues. Basically, it's not much different from the information you found here before. They have already started to take action. Don't worry, they will be gone when we meet up later.

Problem!"!"

It is sometimes expected when writing live broadcasts of international games that as long as the information is already grouped among the same girls, it will only be mentioned when it is harmful to the money and can be shared. Therefore, if the audience is limited to one of the anchors at this time, the money can be shared.

It is limited to related fashion, and will not be blocked because it does not contain information about my international, my international, my international, or other anchors.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, frowned slightly, and stared at the barrage in his live broadcast room.

The glowing blue light illuminated the side of his face, and a smooth line of light disappeared from his cheek to the side of his neck.
To be continued...