"Zhao Lei, where are you?"
The chilling voice Lin Luomei had sent out drifted through the hotel. Like an invisible ghost, it constantly moved through every floor of the hotel, searching for its target.
The first and second floors had both been searched.
They were clean. There was nothing there.
Nor had it encountered any ghosts.
According to Luo Suyī, once Lin Luomei's voice encountered a ghost, it would inevitably collide with it and be disrupted. This method could more or less determine which areas were dangerous, allowing them to avoid danger as much as possible when they acted.
It was precisely because of her that Luo Suyī and Huang Fei had managed to survive until now.
Of course, in return, they had to ensure Lin Luomei's safety and keep her from danger, especially from being killed by a fierce ghost.
At last, her voice crossed the third floor and reached the fourth.
The fourth floor was where Feng Quan and Guo Fan had lost contact. Like Tong Qian before them, their fates were unknown. That made the fourth floor the strangest place, but what puzzled Yang Jian even more was what he had learned when he asked about the hotel earlier.
Yang Jian had discovered that there was no Room 13 in this hotel, nor was there any Room 31.
This was one of the doubts in his mind.
The voice entered one of the rooms, and that eerie voice searching for Zhao Lei echoed within it.
No one answered. After circling the room once, the voice left. Yet after it departed, the room's door suddenly opened a narrow crack.
In the darkness, an eye peered out through the crack, looking outside.
Bang!
The door quickly slammed shut again, and silence swiftly returned within.
The voice continued deeper into