The Host (Happy New Year's Eve!)

"I asked him why, but he wouldn't tell me. He just said I had to do as he asked!"

"This used to be a themed-script room too, right?" Jiang Cheng asked, glancing into the room.

"That's right," the owner replied.

"What was it called?"

"Rain Night. The Rain Night Murderer," the owner said, his voice trembling.

As soon as they heard the name, everyone suddenly felt a chill, as if it were seeping through the crack beneath the door. The Fatty shivered without warning.

"The Rain Night Murderer." Xia Qiang furrowed his brow and repeated the name under his breath.

It seemed the owner could sense the fear in Jiang Cheng and the others. He spoke hastily, continuing, "There really is something wrong with this room. I'm not lying to you. You might not understand, but there really are things here that can't be explained. Wang Jie, and the previous owner who rented me the shop—they... they were both killed because they were haunted by that thing!"

Staring at the room's door, Jiang Cheng had no intention of opening it and going inside just yet.

They probably wouldn't trigger the ghost's killing mechanism the moment they entered the room and be dragged into that rainy night, but there was no harm in being cautious.

Jiang Cheng was about to say a few words to calm the owner down, but the man was clearly terrified of him and the others. Before Jiang Cheng could speak, the owner fearfully looked away.

This time, the Lin siblings stepped forward and led the owner to a quieter spot. There was an old sofa at the corner of the corridor.

Lin Muyun and Lin Muwan were easygoing and unassuming, and felt completely different from Jiang Cheng, Xia Qiang, and the others, who had been struggling