When this magnificent hotel collapsed, would the twenty-one staff members and seventeen ghosts be buried with it, or would they each seek their own way out?
Leaning on his cane, Ji Li calmly looked at the final blank memorial portrait in Branch No. 10.
The identity of this blank memorial portrait was mysterious. The others had no idea what the painting meant, but he knew very well that the empty portrait should have depicted a young man surnamed Zhu.
Branch No. 10 was as dead as a grave.
It was already nine in the morning, yet not a single person had appeared here. And that was not all.
After leaving Villa No. 13 and returning to the branch, even the seventeen Ghost Residents on the second floor were unusually quiet.
"This branch makes me very uncomfortable, but I can't tell what exactly is causing it."
The Third Personality suddenly said this.
It had changed again.
Ji Li had come here twice today, and the feeling had been completely different each time.
Half an hour ago, what he had sensed was decay—there were no people, but there were ghosts.
Yet half an hour later, he could not even sense that decay. Not only were there no people, there were no ghosts left either.
The entire Branch No. 10 seemed to have been emptied out in Ji Li's eyes, as though it no longer existed.
"Hotel's Will?"
As the manager of Branch No. 10, Ji Li had the authority to command the Hotel's Will. But at this moment, no matter how he called, that male voice never responded.
It was not just people and ghosts. Even the Hotel's Will had vanished.
Despite all Ji Li had seen, he was helpless in the face of this. He had no idea where the problem