Room

Chapter 30: The Room

A terrifying thing happened. Upon seeing this small makeup mirror, the horrific vengeful spirit immediately released its grip on Lu Guo's waist, and then... the red mist began to melt!

"Thump..."

Qi Nian's heart nearly collapsed. She slumped onto the floor, trembling as she watched the terrifying scene unfolding before her.

At the same time, a streak of blood-red mist suddenly emerged from the top of her head. It wasn't just her; a streak of blood-red mist also emerged from the top of Lu Guo's head.

The moment this blood-red mist left their bodies, Qi Nian noticed a change.

It wasn't that she was particularly sharp, but the change was simply too obvious!

This world had instantly lost all its color!

Qi Nian's eyes were wide open—they had been wide open since just a moment ago—but now, she subconsciously rubbed them and looked around again.

It was gone, truly gone!

The colors of this world had suddenly vanished, and everything had turned into the purest shades of black and white.

Everything, that is, except for herself and Lu Guo in front of her.

"You... actually..."

Lu Guo's voice was filled with utter disbelief, along with a trace of relief at having survived a brush with death.

Just a moment ago, shortly after hearing Qi Nian's voice, he had felt the hand on his waist loosen. He hadn't dared to look back; although he didn't know what had happened, he knew that as long as he hadn't left this world yet, he could not turn around!

Immediately afterward, the blood-red mist of the Mist Gathering had emerged, instantly stripping him away from the past world!

Lu Guo, having experienced several missions, knew exactly what this meant.

It was finished; this mission was complete!

Despite the joy and excitement, the emotion that dominated his heart was still one of sheer disbelief.

What on earth had this woman, currently slumped on the ground and shivering, actually done?

Sharing the same thoughts as Lu Guo was Yu Hanzhou, who was hiding in the closet chimney.

Upon realizing that he had been stripped away from the past world, he immediately reacted to the fact that the mission had ended!

Someone had eliminated the vengeful spirit ahead of schedule!

But... how was this possible? Weren't the vengeful spirits in survival missions supposed to be unsolvable?

Who was it, and what method did they use to destroy it?

The three of them were each lost in their own thoughts—or, to be precise, only two of them were. Qi Nian's mind had already gone blank; the sheer volume of information flooding her vision was overwhelming, and she was completely unable to think.

Lu Guo looked at Qi Nian, who was sitting blankly on the floor, with a complex expression, then looked up at the three streaks of blood-red mist that were currently converging.

This time... only three people survived, then.

As the three streaks of blood-red mist merged, the surrounding black-and-white world shattered into pieces, like an old photograph being torn apart.

Individual figures appeared before the three of them.

They had returned to the Mist Gathering.

Feng Xinghan was in big trouble.

After sharing information and separating from the others, Feng Xinghan had managed to dig up a piece of news.

Ding Peng and Zhang Qiao, who were here for their honeymoon, were staying on the fourth floor, in Room 406.

The room number sounded somewhat familiar to Feng Xinghan, and when he followed the trail to find it, he finally realized where the sense of familiarity came from.

The double room belonging to Ding Peng and Zhang Qiao was actually right next to Bai Yanliang's single room!

Bai Yanliang's room number was 405, and directly across from Bai Yanliang was Li Yuejun in 404.

What a bizarre arrangement...

Every action taken by the Mist Gathering was never without purpose; this was a lesson Feng Xinghan had learned through repeated experience.

Looking at the long corridor, Feng Xinghan gritted his teeth and stepped inside.

If he could, he would never have chosen to set foot on the fourth floor; after all, he already knew from Bai Yanliang that there was at least one ghost under his bed.

Feng Xinghan did not possess Bai Yanliang's inexplicable confidence that the ghost wouldn't kill him.

But... if he retreated now, he was very likely to encounter something even more terrifying.

This was because Li Mu had once told every newcomer who entered the Mist Gathering that in the deadly games of the Mist Gathering, if one thought of a clue, one must never take passive action.

This was practically a punishment for smart people and those with keen senses; if one's brain was slow and couldn't make the connection, one might actually avoid certain dangers by sheer accident.

Therefore... even though his heart was pounding, Feng Xinghan decided to go to Room 406 to see what was going on.

As he passed Bai Yanliang's room, Feng Xinghan felt a chill. He vaguely sensed that a pair of eyes seemed to be watching him.

Standing in front of Room 406, Feng Xinghan's expression shifted wildly.

In the end, he took out the key he had stolen from the front desk and opened the door to Room 406.

With a creaking sound, the door to Room 406 opened.

Suddenly, a wave of pitch-black darkness surged forth; the silence tightened like an invisible net, or perhaps like a hand gripping Feng Xinghan's heart and slowly squeezing it shut.

His heartbeat accelerated abruptly.

Within the darkness, a hazy silhouette slowly walked toward him.

"Who... who are you!"

Cold sweat beaded on Feng Xinghan's forehead, and he felt as if his heart were about to leap out of his throat.

But... the dark shadow did not answer.

Feng Xinghan's eyes widened as he watched the shadow draw closer and closer; finally unable to bear the terror of the bizarre unknown, he prepared to turn and run!

Yet, he discovered in despair that his body... had lost all control!

How is this possible? This is a timed mission! How could a terrifying ghost ability like body control appear here?

Standing at the doorway, Feng Xinghan's breathing grew increasingly rapid; he could not even command his own eyes to close.

The dark shadow inside the room drew ever closer... Feng Xinghan realized with horror that its body was twisted abnormally, just like... a snake with a human silhouette!

It's over, I'm dead...

As this thought surfaced in Feng Xinghan's mind, the eerie shadow arrived right in front of him.

Feng Xinghan wanted to close his eyes, but he was powerless to do so.

A terrifying malice surged toward him like a violent storm; it seemed to be staring directly at him.

However... Feng Xinghan found he could not see the other's face at all.

At this moment... the dark shadow before him suddenly reached out a hand—a pale, twisted hand—and grabbed Feng Xinghan by the throat!

Move!

Move, damn it!

Run, get out of here!

Feng Xinghan desperately issued commands to his body, but it was all in vain.

That pale hand had already clamped around his neck, and he could even feel its icy chill.

It was like... ice that had not thawed for ten thousand years.

It's over...

Breathing became difficult, a sense of suffocation washed over him, his vision gradually blurred, and his body began to suffer from a lack of oxygen...

Hm?!

In an instant, Feng Xinghan's fingers twitched slightly, and he snapped his eyes open!

He was actually standing in front of Room 406, staring blankly! The key was still in his hand, and he hadn't even opened the door yet!

Was everything that just happened... a hallucination?!