And those ghosts that were looking over were incomplete... or they were missing a hand, or they were missing a leg, or even the entire head was missing...

To be honest, Zhao Chen is very curious about how it eats...

With trembling steps, Zhao Chen slowly walked into this strange hotel.

However, the ghosts slowly withdrew their gaze, as if... they did not realize that Zhao Chen was a human.

Zhao Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the dark gas that had been surrounding him, and couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Over the past few weeks, he finally figured out the effect of this gas - concealing his breath! In this way, no one... no, the ghost can recognize him as a human.

"Sir... do you want to stay in a hotel?" A sinister test sound came from behind the counter, and Zhao Chen shivered immediately.

Looking in the voice, Zhao Chen saw a strange man in a human suit. The man squinted his eyes and a gloomy smile hung on the corner of his mouth. The man's long hair made Zhao Chen look very uncomfortable.

"Live in a hotel." Zhao Chen tried hard to make his voice sound more calm.

"Haol...Sir, your room is Room 404 on the fourth floor." The man squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Chen again. With a gentle move of his fingertips, a wooden sign engraved with three black fonts of 404 appeared in Zhao Chen's heart.

It hurts in the heart, Zhao Chen vaguely guessed that the wooden sign... was nailed to his heart...

It's 404 again... Are you so destined to be with 404?... This is not a friendly number...

Zhao Chen sighed, turned his head, and his eyes touched a dark staircase.

After swallowing again, Zhao Chen turned around and walked slowly towards the stairs. He could vaguely feel that there was a gaze of sinisterness behind him, staring at him tightly, as if... he wanted to watch him keep moving towards death.

The stairs were very quiet, dark and confused, as if everyone... all the ghosts were just having dinner downstairs, and upstairs... there were no ghosts.

Zhao Chen frowned and told him intuition that he seemed to be in trouble...

The wooden boards on the stairs made a slow squeak under Zhao Chen's footsteps, and it looked very strange in the empty stairs.

Suddenly, Zhao Chen's heart stinged after another, as if something was about to happen. Zhao Chen subconsciously raised his head. Before he could even focus his eyes, Zhao Chen saw a dark head and a pair of blood-red eyes staring at him above his head - at the railing on the upper floor - leaning against a dark head and a pair of blood-red eyes.

Staring at him tightly.

Zhao Chen was shocked.

Zhao Chen, who also looked up at the other end, disappeared at the entrance of the stairs without saying a word.

Zhao Chen suddenly stopped.

That is...what...Is it still necessary to continue to go up...

Zhao Chen would not be so stupid that he thought it would be fine with the dark gas to protect him. After all... there are people outside of people, there are heavens outside of heaven, and ghosts outside of ghosts...

After gritting his teeth, Zhao Chen continued to walk up the stairs.

The squeaking sound was still answering in the empty stairs.

At the corner, Zhao Chen subconsciously raised his head and looked at the place where he was standing. Suddenly, Zhao Chen's pupils shrank and he suddenly raised his head.

Directly above that location, at the railing of the stairs, it was also... against a dark head.

Zhao Chen stopped again.

A long blood-red hole suddenly cracked on the face of the human head, mixed with black fangs, and smiled at Zhao Chen...

Zhao Chen felt that his heart seemed to be jumping violently again, and reached out to cover it, but he still couldn't touch any heartbeat...

The other end disappeared at the entrance of the stairs as before, as before.

Zhao Chen was really scared.

What I fear is not the head, but the head's long-term gaze and the strange smile of the head.

Frowning tightly, Zhao Chen turned around and prepared to go downstairs.

A loud noise came from his ears, but the soul lamp bit Zhao Chen's head in anger and dragged it upstairs.

Zhao Chen's mouth twitched.

Under the tearing of the soul lamp, Zhao Chen turned around and walked up the stairs helplessly.

The squeaking sound echoed again.

After that, there was peace.

That head... has never appeared again.

At the last corner, Zhao Chen stopped. In front of him was a corridor covered with darkness, and there were several rooms scattered on both sides of the corridor.

Following the search, Zhao Chen found his auspicious room No. 404.

Looking at the dark red door that was closed in front of him, Zhao Chen was confused. By the way... there was no key... how would he open the door...

Just when Zhao Chen was in a very entangled manner, Zhao Chen suddenly felt a gloomy aura. From the top of his head...

Zhao Chen suddenly looked up!

On the ceiling, there was a dark figure hanging! It was obvious that his body was facing up, but the figure's head was facing Zhao Chen! The blood-red and blood-red eyes on it seemed extremely familiar to Zhao Chen!

Zhao Chen's whole body was cold for no reason!

A long blood-red hole was cracked on the dark face of the figure again. Zhao Chen heard that from the hole, a hoarse voice came from the hole: "I really want to...get...get in...ah..."

"Ah!!" Zhao Chen suddenly fell to the ground.

"Human...human...human..." The hoarse voice of the figure sounded extremely terrifying to Zhao Chen! "I really want to...get in..."

It knows that it is not a ghost!!!

Zhao Chen's pupils narrowed infinitely! He immediately tried to climb downstairs with his hands and feet!

But a thought suddenly flashed through Zhao Chen's mind, and Zhao Chen immediately stopped all the movements on his body!

If I go down now...what do I want to say? There is a ghost on the upstairs? Then... Isn't it all leaked...

After gritting his teeth, Zhao Chen suddenly turned around!

Quiet.

Quietly.

There is nothing.

There was no dark figure hanging on the ceiling, no blood-red eyes staring at him, and no cracked mouth with a strange smile.

It's like... everything is imagined by oneself...

But the rapid breath that had not stopped yet clearly told Zhao Chen that this was true!

But the black shadow that was still on the ceiling a second ago... Where is it now?

With a nervous mind, Zhao Chen came to the door again. Hesitated, Zhao Chen tentatively reached out and poked the door.

"Thorn!" With a slight sound, Zhao Chen saw that the wooden sign in his heart suddenly became a black light. The door slowly opened under the black light.

Inside the door is a living room.

Underworld style living room.

The bed sheets were stained with blood and emitted an unpleasant smell of blood. The blood stains sputtered onto the surrounding walls. Opposite the bed was a wooden table with a plate on it. As expected, the plate contained various residual limbs of the human body...

Zhao Chen's stomach churned, but for a while, he couldn't stand it anymore. He suddenly stepped and ran to a small door next to the gate. According to Zhao Chen's experience, this place should be the bathroom.

But Zhao Chen obviously overlooked a problem: This is the underworld, not the human world.

As soon as he opened the door, a corpse with Zhao Chen and Qigao fell straight on Zhao Chen. After that, countless dead gray corpses stood densely.

Zhao Chen screamed immediately.

It was the soul lamp, the bastard who pulled Zhao Chen into the fear, pounced on Zhao Chen's body with a joyful hissing, and bit it.

Zhao Chen's stomach churned again and almost vomited.

He forced the corpse - along with the soul lamp - back to the room. Zhao Chen suddenly pounced on the bloody bed. Enduring the unpleasant smell of blood, Zhao Chen began to sort out his thoughts in his mind.

The dark figure appeared three times in total. The first time was just staring at himself above his head; the second time, the same as the first time, it smiled strangely at itself; the third time, it spoke, "I really want to get in." "Human." Only these two sentences were said, but now looking back, Zhao Chen still couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Can it be understood as burying into your own body? It can tell that you are a human... Does that mean that many ghosts actually recognize you as a human? It is just that they have no interest in living people and they have not come to ko. Impossible... Zhao Chen denied this conjecture.

What is the difference between that ghost just now... and other ghosts... I'm dark all over and can't see my facial features clearly. I can hang it upside down on the ceiling, and my head can rotate 180°... How can I think... it's normal...

Of course, for a ghost.

Forget it... I guess it was a tenant I happened to meet. If it was going to come and take it off, it should have already started. Well, yes, that's it, then I'll go to bed first... Well, I'll go to bed... Zhao Chen kept comforting himself in his heart, pulling the corner of his mouth into the quilt that was also covered in blood. He knew... Sooner or later, he would pay the price for his blind optimistic mentality...

Night—or not night, anyway, there is only darkness—very quiet. Zhao Chen slept very well. To be honest, this was the best day he slept in the underworld.

I have been on the road before, and I sleep on the ground, which is hard, who can sleep comfortably? Well, except for the bastard of Soul Lamp. And in Wuren Town... I didn't fall asleep at all and was woken up by a noise!

Something sounded crawling on the ground.

It was very unhappy to be woken up. Zhao Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked angry. Just as he was about to see what it was, Zhao Chen suddenly saw something on the ceiling.

That dark figure.

Hanging it on the ceiling, facing up and head down, staring at Zhao Chen with a long hole on his face.
Chapter completed!