The Survivors

Chapter 4 Survivors

"Friend in the room, please open the door."

"I'm in the same situation as you. It's daylight now, and those ghostly things are gone. It's safe outside."

The knocking was clean and crisp, made by fingers. The voice was sincere and full of energy. Plus, it was daytime...

Wu Xian judged that this person was ninety percent alive, but he still needed to be vigilant.

So, with a toothbrush in his mouth and his middle finger raised, ready to cast the True Fire Incantation at any moment, he slowly opened the door.

The man outside had a buzz cut, a strong forehead and neck, and was broad-shouldered and stout. His upper body was a dark green half-sleeve stretched taut by muscles, and his lower body was cargo pants with several pockets. Seeing Wu Xian, who looked like he'd overdrawn his kidneys, he was stunned for a moment, then a flicker of disappointment and displeasure crossed his face.

Wu Xian realized that raising his middle finger was too impolite.

"Although this place is called a Blessed Land, it's actually a living hell. All common sense from the outside world is meaningless here. Ghosts run rampant, demons are everywhere, monsters are rampant, and there are even some indescribable terrifying beings."

One category was unspecified individuals who had received mysterious text messages before their disappearance. The other category was regional mass disappearances.

This was the fourth floor of the Inn. There were eight rooms in total, all with the same old-fashioned mahogany doors. The signs were nailed to the wall above the doors. The corridor was spacious, the floor was paved with yellow tiles, and three yellowed lamps hung from the ceiling. To the left of the stairs were rooms 401 to 404, and then turning back were rooms 405 to 408.

"I'm Qi Zhiyong, staying in room 402. I won't waste your time. After last night, you should all know the situation. I'll tell you everything I know and do my best to help you survive."

Wu Xian was staying in room 406. The door to room 405 next door had been violently broken down. It seemed the person who died last night was the one in this room. No wonder the painful whimpers could be heard so clearly.

He led Wu Xian to knock on the other doors. The people hiding in their rooms one by one came out. In the end, there were nine people, six men and three women, standing in the corridor. They were all the survivors of the Ping'an Hostel.

"The evil spirits we commonly encounter are generally divided into two levels: low-level are Wandering Wraiths, and high-level are Greater Wraiths."

Were these two originally residents of the Ping'an Hostel?

"Then I'll go first. My name is Wen Chao, I live in room 401, and I work at the Fuyuan University of Technology Physics Department."

"Okay, I'll come out after I brush my teeth."

Fang Zhi wanted to say something, but Wen Chao stopped him with a look.

Some people looked disdainful, some were whispering, some were holding onto the sleeves of the person next to them with their heads down. A Square-faced Suit Man waved his hand as if to leave, but was stopped by an elder beside him.

The young man wore a blue tracksuit, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and slightly large hips. He looked honest and simple, without a hint of cunning.

"The initial setting time for cement is at least forty minutes. This means that the female ghost named Yu Yinghua had already left half an hour before dawn."

"I, my name is Yue Mei, I'm a nurse. Can we really survive? I still have elders at home, I haven't even dated yet, I..."

"These things, we generally call them Evil Spirits!"

This trio attracted everyone's attention. Qi Zhiyong was somewhat wary, while Shi Ji and Fang Zhi were very envious. One person monopolizing the twin sisters was something that could only happen in novels and anime, a man's dream scenario.

The second person to introduce himself was a slightly chubby young man.

The burly man took on the demeanor of a leader and said loudly:

Fang Zhi looked at him in surprise: "You're also at Fuyuan Tech? How come I haven't seen you?"

The girl with the single ponytail was the older sister, named Su Huilan.

Qi Zhiyong nodded with satisfaction and began to share the information he had.

The elder pointed at the Square-faced Suit Man: "This is my student, Fang Zhi, staying in 407. We were catching the 2 AM train, so we stayed here temporarily, and then this happened."

The first person to step forward was an elderly man with glasses, wearing a blue shirt and a wool vest over it.

The burly man didn't notice Wu Xian's small movements.

"A Blessed Land is a regional anomaly. It can appear anywhere in the world. The area covered by a Blessed Land becomes an independent space. Until the Blessed Land ends, we cannot leave."

In the end, everyone, including Wu Xian, stayed.

"But no matter which type it is, it has the ability to kill. Even the relatively weak Wandering Wraiths. As for Greater Wraiths... when you encounter one, just pray you have good luck..."

But until he finished speaking, he didn't reveal any information about the God Statue.

It seemed he wasn't as honest as he claimed.

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes.

The man's body stiffened.

"I'm He Qiong, staying in 404. These two are with me."

So, the missing persons in the Fudi Case were indeed divided into two categories.

"My name is Shi Ji, staying in 403. I also work at Fuyuan Tech."

Fang Zhi didn't dislike him; instead, he pulled Shi Ji to his side. They worked at the same school, and in a place like this, they should help each other.

The one with the double ponytails was the younger sister, named Su Huijin.

"Alright, that's all the information."

The crowd looked at each other, their expressions and attitudes varying.

He Qiong's attitude was relaxed, and his tone was even a bit arrogant. Behind him were two similarly beautiful girls, who timidly hid behind him, clinging to his arm.

Qi Zhiyong scanned the crowd. "For the next few days, we'll need to stick together if we want to survive. To build trust and understanding, please introduce yourselves."

While the burly man wasn't paying attention, he dipped his hand in some wet mud.

Next, the fourth person stepped forward. This was a curly-haired man wearing a floral shirt and a gold chain.

"It's cement..."

The man snorted and turned to walk into other rooms.

"But my information isn't free. If you accept my help, you must obey my command. If anyone refuses, please return to your room."

Wu Xian was the former, while Wen Chao and Fang Zhi were the latter.

Wu Xian also noticed that the corridor, both the floor and walls, were covered in mud streaks. Most were completely dry, only a few had just solidified. However, the vast majority of the doors were clean, without any mud splatters.

Wen Chao sighed softly, lamenting the decline of morals and the fickleness of human hearts.

As Wu Xian exited, the burly man was knocking on other doors. He took the opportunity to survey his surroundings.

"Hurry and get ready, then come out with me. The daytime is precious safety time. We need to discuss with all the survivors how to live in this blessed land."

Shi Ji fidgeted. "I'm the one who cleans the toilets."

Wu Xian listened intently.

Qi Zhiyong shared a lot of useful information. For example, the blessed land also had day and night. Daytime was relatively safe, while at night, evil spirits ran rampant. Another point was that fear was useless against evil spirits; fear only enhanced their killing ability. Some evil spirits could disguise themselves as humans...

As for Wu Xian, he noticed some interesting details.

So, he picked his nose with his middle finger, concealing the fact that he was giving a middle finger.

The next person to introduce themselves was a good-looking woman. She had been cowering at the back, clutching a protective charm and trembling.

She spoke incoherently in her panic, looking at everyone with hope, but no one could offer her any security.

Next, the only one left who hadn't introduced themselves was Wu Xian.