It was nearing noon.
But Jiang Qiao was fighting a fierce battle with "Fierce Sun" over there, so outside, it was no different from evening. Once they entered the hotel, it became even darker because the lights weren't on.
"It feels a little evil."
After walking only four or five steps inside, Don sensed several bone-chilling gusts of yin wind surging through the lobby.
"It's fine."
"If it weren't evil, we wouldn't have come."
Liu Yuanyuan smiled.
Since she had come to the hotel, she had naturally made preparations. Liu Ping's strength was no joke. If they wanted to clash with him, they had to be mentally prepared for the possibility that they might not be able to chew through that bone—or that they might encounter unexpected danger.
The two of them walked past the hotel's front desk.
They turned into the elevator hall beside it.
The surrounding lights were off, but the elevator indicator lights were still lit.
As soon as the two arrived,
one of the elevators immediately opened its doors with a ding.
Orange-yellow light spilled out from inside the car,
dispersing the dimness of the elevator hall.
"Are we going in?"
Don asked.
In urban legends and strange tales, elevators absolutely held a place of their own. In a sealed space, traveling up and down inside a sealed shaft, you never knew what would be outside the doors when they opened.
The elevator car itself even resembled an upright coffin.
Everyone riding inside was like a corpse that was still alive.
There was an urban legend.
Or perhaps it could be called a supernatural game.
First, find a Ghost City...
The "ghost" didn't refer to actual ghosts, but to so-called "new cities" with painfully low occupancy rates.
It was said that some places,
because their popularity