Called Hoarse

Daisy's closet was quite full, with all sorts of gemstone rings, necklaces, and pearl earrings. Compared to these sparkling items, the emerald necklace Daisy was wearing was rather understated.

The kerosene lamp on the table cast a dim light, and the darkness filtering in from the balcony gradually encroached on the room, making it clear that night had fallen.

The night outside the window was hazy and indistinct; the stars and moon were not visible, or rather, both were just blurry silhouettes, like images pasted on.

Yu Xing glanced at the window for a moment, then looked away and began to check the records she had found.

They were placed next to the jewelry box containing the jewels, along with sheets of parchment.

There were strange words written in black ink on the paper. The script was not any kind of script that existed on Earth. Yu Xing couldn't understand it very well, but one of the benefits of having abundant Spiritual Sense is empathy.

Although the text was completely unfamiliar, he could feel the writer's intense emotions in the messy and frantic characters. As long as Yu Xing focused on the text, some fragmented Spiritual Sense would flash through his mind.

For example, in the most chaotic part of the text, Yu Xing extracted the concept of "exchange," meaning that the written record mentioned exchange.

I don't know what the purpose of this record is. It doesn't look like a diary, but more like... indescribable... experimental log.

That frenzy and disorder inexplicably resonated with the other ghosts on the Dead Silent Island, all possessing a kind of eccentricity that clouded people's reason.

Yu Xing was already quite resistant to this kind of thing; he had the same feeling when he saw the diaries on the bookshelf that fed the Ghost Tree in the Underground City.

"Beauty", "curse", "lie"...

Using the same method, one unpleasant word after another was pieced together in Yu Xing's mind. After obtaining these keywords, he seemed to have a feeling as he neatly stacked the records and put them back into the cabinet, then sat on the bed.

Almost as soon as his buttocks touched the bed, the door was pushed open, and Daisy had changed into a bathrobe that was much more revealing than her black dress, walked in.

Her hair was a little messy and damp, obviously she had just washed it, and a towel was draped over her shoulder.

She saw Yu Xing sitting on the bed, smiled, and naturally sat down next to Yu Xing, handing him a towel. "Help me dry my hair, I don't want to do things with my head wet."

"Okay." Yu Xing took the towel, and seeing Daisy turn her back to her, asked casually, "What time is it now?"

"Are you worried about what will happen after nightfall?" Daisy raised an eyebrow. "To be honest, there's nothing to worry about. As long as you stay in your room, the curse of the night won't befall you."

"Okay, I'll stay put." Yu Xing agreed and gently dried Daisy's hair.

Daisy turned her head slightly. It must be said that Daisy was very young and beautiful. She was mature and had a charming allure. Especially when she wore a bathrobe, her curvaceous figure was on full display.

She smiled and said, "Let's talk about something else. I know you just arrived today, and you must have a lot of questions and feel a bit uneasy. So let me give you a little treat first, like... what would you like to eat tomorrow?"

The topic changed so quickly that Yu Xing laughed, "Can you order food at the hotel?"

"Yes, although I don't know how to explain it, anyway, my warehouse gets new food every day, and most of the time, the types of food match my expectations." Daisy spread her hands. "Not just food, masks, playing cards, whatever you want, I can give you, provided you make me happy."

"That sounds amazing, like I don't have to worry about making a living in a hotel." Yu Xing blinked and said in a very wistful tone, "If that's the case, it's even better than what I live on the outside. After all, you know, I'm poor, and I can only afford some awful bread to fill my stomach."

"That's pitiful, but it won't happen again." Daisy chatted with Yu Xing for a while longer, and soon her hair was almost dry.

And time passed by once again without any sense of time.

At one point, the dull pendulum of a clock struck throughout the entire hotel.

Yu Xing didn't see a clock anywhere in the hotel, nor had he heard it chime on the hour before, but at twelve o'clock, he clearly heard the clock strike twelve times.

"Night has fallen," Daisy sighed, "But that doesn't bother me much..."

"From now on, no one is allowed to leave their room, right?" Yu Xing asked.

"Yes, as long as you don't want to die." Daisy shrugged indifferently. In her opinion, they had talked enough to ease the nervousness of an inexperienced young man before getting down to business.

Her hair was dry. She turned around and said, "Well then, let's begin..."

Her hand moved towards Yu Xing's chest, in the exact spot where she had seen Xixi's hand rest.

But she didn't succeed.

The moment his hand reached out, it was stopped by another hand.

Yu Xing lazily reached out his left hand and grasped Daisy's wrist. He seemed to be using no force, but no matter how much Daisy struggled, it was to no avail.

She frowned slightly at first, then relaxed. "I understand. I really didn't expect you to be the dominant type in bed..."

"Ah, you're right," Yu Xing said, "I'm just as forceful when I'm killing ghosts."

Daisy: "What are you talking about?"

Yu Xing glanced down at her, his gaze not lingering on her pale neckline for even a moment, before sliding over it as if looking at a worthless object. "I'm saying, if I were to kill you, I would be very forceful. By the way, no one is allowed to leave the room now, so go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out."

Daisy: "..."

The two looked at each other.

In just a few seconds, Daisy understood something. Her face suddenly contorted with rage. With a swift movement, her still-free hand reached under the pillow and emerged to reveal a dagger inlaid with beautiful gemstones.

Without saying a word, she plunged the dagger into Yu Xing's neck.

The intention was to make Yu Xing let go in order to block the dagger, so that she wouldn't be in a passive position where she was being controlled.

Unexpectedly, the man didn't even flinch; the dagger pierced his skin and, if his calculations were correct, also went into his throat.

"Heh." Yu Xing raised an eyebrow. A little blood seeped from the wound, just a tiny bit, like a minor scratch from something—assuming it was ignored or if there was a dagger stuck deep in her throat.

"Even if you stab me in the throat, no one will come to save you," he said.