"The room was just as run-down as ever."
Jiang Qiao swept his gaze across the room.
The vision through his left eye was completely different from the ordinary sight of his right eye.
Under his Dual Pupils, the somewhat retro room before him—which could have been considered a luxurious guest room a hundred years ago—had taken on an entirely different appearance.
A dilapidated wardrobe, moldy walls, and a moss-covered ceiling.
And clumps of filthy hair, complete with rotting scalps, wrapped around the tables and chairs... Of course, there was also the clearly visible human-shaped mark on the large bed, left behind after bloodstains had dried.
This environment was no different from the rooms downstairs. They were both supernatural cores covered in a layer of Painted Skin.
But people always wanted to believe in the Painted Skin.
What else could they do?
Even knowing it was fake, a false dream was still better than real pain.
Wasn't it?
"According to Tang Wencai, most of the rooms on the fifth floor are vacant. The occasional evil spirits hiding in them usually aren't too frightening."
"The rooms are like Safe Zones. Those evil spirits are likewise afraid of the ghostly things in the corridor."
"They're all Vicious Ghosts."
"But even Vicious Ghosts don't necessarily regard each other as the same kind."
"Just as humans are all human, yet are divided by different regions, countries, and ethnic groups, making it difficult for them to regard one another as their own people."
"Besides, the gap between Vicious Ghosts can sometimes be greater than the difference between a human and a dog."
Jiang Qiao checked the time. It was already half past seven in the morning.
Outside the hotel, although it was winter, this time was already close to dawn.
But for the people staying in