That very night, rumors that the Waldorf Grand Hotel was haunted spread through certain small circles.
Yes, that same Waldorf Grand Hotel.
As Sea City's renowned foreign-owned high-end luxury hotel, it was favored not only by local tycoons, but also by foreign celebrities.
"I heard... a few years ago, the Waldorf Grand Hotel was haunted too?"
"Seems so. They said the person who saw the ghost was a second-generation rich kid from Hua Country."
"Who was it again?"
"Forgot!"
"Someone named Liu Yifan. I heard his family ran into trouble a few years back, and they all met with misfortune."
"Holy shit? What happened? Did it have anything to do with him seeing a ghost at the hotel?"
"Who knows?"
"This time it went after several foreigners again. There's something wicked about that hotel!"
"Better not go there in the future. Fuck, it's too terrifying. I don't want to see a ghost!"
"There's a ghost! There really is a ghost!"
"It was a red-clothed female ghost! She was wearing ancient Hua Country clothing, sitting on my bed, right where I usually sleep, playing a pipa!"
"She was definitely a ghost! Definitely!"
At the Sea City City Bureau, a man named Davis was drenched in cold sweat. Terror filled his eyes as he looked at the officer taking his statement and slapped the table. "I really wasn't lying! There really was a ghost!"
In the other two reception rooms, the young pianist Cross and his friend Stevenson were also roaring in panic.
"She was playing a bamboo flute—yes, one of your Hua Country's pathetic instruments!"
"Then she looked up!"
"Her face was deathly pale, covered in cracks like shattered porcelain. Her eyes were pitch-black, and bloody tears streamed from them!"
"It was too terrifying! Too terrifying!" Cross could not stop