The room they had just left had already been confirmed empty, yet piano music came from it again.
The melody was no longer like that of a music box, but a piece he had never heard before. Yang Jian, who knew nothing at all about Western piano music, could not identify it. Yet the tune was soothing, drifting faintly through the air. It sounded a little like a foreign lullaby, though it seemed slightly altered from one, carrying an eerie sense of darkness and oppression.
"Is there something wrong with that piano? Or is there a ghost in the room itself?"
Yang Jian felt an inexplicable chill run down his back. He had been inside that room for a brief while just now, yet had discovered nothing abnormal. Even the ghosts within his body had shown no unusual reaction. Everything had seemed perfectly normal.
He stopped instinctively.
He turned and looked once more at Room 71.
The wooden door was not fully closed, leaving a narrow crack. A strand of dim, yellowed light spilled out from within, while that eerie lullaby echoed through the silent surroundings.
"That woman named Xiang Lan and that man named A Nan hurried away not because I frightened them. They knew there was a ghost in this room. My sudden appearance merely made them think I was the ghost in the room, so when I questioned them, they quickly realized I was only an unexpected interloper. The real ghost was still inside."
Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly as he looked toward the deep passageway ahead.
The two had already run far away and passed the intersection. Even with the Ghost Eye, he could no longer see any trace of them.
"So after they realized it, they did not even have time to ask much about