That night felt unusually long.
What happened to Lin Shan cast a shadow over everyone at the Ping An Hotel.
Although the matter had been resolved as quickly as possible, more than a dozen people had still died. The seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth floors of the hotel had also been affected by the fierce ghost, leaving standing water everywhere and dozens of floating corpses.
Fortunately, the real ghost had been contained and taken away.
If it had remained in the hotel, no one would have dared approach the place again. The nearby residents might even have needed to be evacuated.
It had to be said that once Lin Shan's ghost revived, the threat it posed was terrifying, far surpassing the revival of other people's fierce ghosts. From Wang Jiang, they had also learned that Lin Shan's ghost possessed a certain capacity for growth.
Resolving this hidden danger ahead of time was indeed a great achievement.
But as the central figure in this incident,
after obtaining what he needed from this event, Yang Jian seemed no longer interested in anything else. He played on his phone while waiting for the hotel's affairs to be dealt with.
"This is..."
At that moment, on the eighteenth floor of the hotel,
Wang Jiang arrived at what had once been Lin Shan's room. The moment he saw the stretch of standing water in the corridor leading to the door, he froze in shock.
The stench of decay hit him head-on. Corpses soaked pale floated atop the murky water, which was less than half a meter deep. Some of the bodies had decayed badly, their skin and flesh soaked loose and split apart. The corpses were bloated beyond recognition, and only the length of their hair and their clothing barely made it possible to distinguish men