The Hotel's Second Floor

Feng Quan stopped Guo Fan's actions, feeling that since the hotel was strange, it wouldn't be a wise decision to act recklessly before finding the source.

But Guo Fan had a different idea; he was more radical. Since the receptionist had a problem, he should resolve it first to avoid any potential problems if she stayed.

"You shouldn't have stopped me. Maybe this unassuming receptionist is the ghost hiding in this hotel."

Guo Fan ignored Feng Quan's advice. "Let me deal with her first. Even if she's just an ordinary Ghost Slave, it's better to have one less than one more."

Feng Quan said in a deep voice, "This approach is pointless. Knowing that there are problems with the hotel, acting recklessly could lead to irreversible consequences. We currently lack intelligence, and Tong Qian has disappeared from this hotel. In addition, Yang Jian mentioned before that a man named Zhao Lei was detained and brought into this hotel."

"Strictly speaking, there are at least three ghosts in this hotel. Even in the most ordinary paranormal events, things become quite complicated when three ghosts are together."

When facing a single demon, dealing with it is virtually a no-brainer when the four Ghost Tamer work together.

However, with the number of ghosts increasing, this blind approach becomes extremely foolish.

However, Feng Quan had his reasons, and Guo Fan's actions cannot be entirely dismissed as wrong.

Taking bold action might lead us further to the source of the paranormal phenomenon.

As Yang Jian watched the two disagree and argue, he understood that the reason their styles of doing things were so different was because their experiences were different, and each of them had developed their own habits.

"Is it really okay for them to keep arguing like this?" Xiong Wenwen asked from the side.

Yang Jian, "No need to pay attention. Let them argue, we'll do our own thing. As long as we don't interact, it's fine. I'm not completely at ease with them, so we'll stick to the previous method."

As he spoke, he glanced around but ignored the female receptionist.

Since Feng Quan and Guo Fan have been standing in front of the female receptionist for so long without any problems, it can be temporarily determined that the female receptionist does not pose a threat.

My gaze shifted to the path leading to the second floor of the hotel.

"Let's go check the second floor." Yang Jian immediately decided to take action.

The second floor of the hotel is accessed by two curved staircases on the left and right. The marble architecture is exquisite, and a red carpet is laid underfoot to prevent slipping and falling.

However, Yang Jian noticed a black footprint on the red ground, which had been there at some point.

It looked like it was burnt, or like it was stained with ink.

But when Yang Jian squatted down to take a look, he immediately smelled a familiar scent.

It's the smell of a corpse.

These are black marks left by the decomposing bodily fluids after a corpse walked across the carpet.

"The footprints led from the first floor to the second floor." Yang Jian saw that the footprints extended all the way to a large door on the second floor and then disappeared.

I looked back.

However, no black footprints were seen in the direction they came from. It was unclear whether this was because the lobby floor was tiled or because someone had already cleaned it, making it impossible to identify the source of the black footprints.

"Was a ghost passing by here a few days ago?" A bizarre scene conjured up in his mind.

A ghost entered the hotel from outside, was treated like an ordinary person, checked into the hotel, and never left again.

In other words, a ghost is hiding on the second floor of this hotel.

Yang Jian followed the footprints up the stairs and arrived at the door on the second floor.

The double-leaf European-style glass doors make it easy to see inside.

It was a pitch-black corridor.

The lights inside were off, making it dimly lit and nothing of substance could be seen. Yang Jian didn't sense anything amiss; everything seemed normal.

"Have you found anything?" Xiong Wenwen asked curiously when she saw him observing.

Yang Jian pushed the door, but found that the unlocked door was unresponsive. He pulled on it, but it wouldn't budge. It was as if the door was completely sealed off, refusing entry to anyone.

"A ghost entered the second floor of this hotel a few days ago. Its identity and information are unknown. It could be Zhao Lei, or it could be the source of the human head balloon in Z City, or it could be Tong Qian, who died from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost. In any case, what is certain is that there is indeed a ghost here."

"Let's go in and take a look. If possible, deal with one of the ghosts first."

Now that he was well-prepared and had the confidence to speak, he immediately took out his pistol and fired a shot at the glass door in front of him.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and the glass of the tightly locked door shattered instantly. However, the glass was of good quality, and the shards did not fall down. Yang Jian kicked the door a few times, replacing half of the glass to open a gap, before walking directly inside.

"Won't you die if you just walk in like this?" Xiong Wenwen's eyes widened, feeling that Yang Jian was even more reckless than the other two.

"What else can we do? Can things be resolved by standing outside? Just keep the child following along, stop talking so much nonsense. If something unexpected happens, I can get you away immediately." Yang Jian said as he walked forward.

A Ghost Eye opened on his forehead and another on the back of his head.

Its eerie crimson eyes scanned the area in front and behind, preventing any unexpected incidents.

The surrounding darkness did not affect his vision.

Whenever a situation arises, Yang Jian immediately uses Ghost Domain, takes out Ghost Candle to forcibly suppress the vengeful spirit's actions, and then uses Ghost Rope to put it in a body bag and forcibly take it away, without needing to figure out any patterns of the vengeful spirit.

He estimated that with his current resources and capital, it wouldn't be a problem to instantly imprison vengeful spirits below level A in terms of terror.

The dimly lit corridor was silent.

Yang Jian stepped onto the soft carpet without making a sound; the surroundings were eerily quiet.

But even in this extremely quiet situation, as we continued walking forward, a voice gradually came from ahead.

"Ding, ding ding~!"

The sound was crisp and irregular, but if you listened carefully, you could roughly deduce that it was the sound of someone eating, tapping their knife and fork against the porcelain plate. This kind of sound is common in some Western restaurants, so it wouldn't be too unfamiliar.

"It looks like someone is eating over there."

Xiong Wenwen said, "Should we make a prediction? I'm starting to panic. You're not going to lead me into a trap, are you?"

His mental fortitude was clearly insufficient; upon hearing even the slightest eerie sound, he was tempted to unleash the power of a vengeful spirit.

Yang Jian remained unmoved. "It's not time yet. Come with me and take a look. Your abilities shouldn't be wasted like this. After all, you've only controlled one ghost; it's easy for the vengeful spirit to resurrect."

As he spoke, he continued forward, following the sound.

The sounds of knives and forks clattering against bowls and plates still echoed in the dimly lit hotel. This hotel had long been sealed off and closed; there were no guests or chefs allowed inside. Even the hotel owner wasn't permitted to approach within 300 meters of the hotel.

Therefore, it's clearly suspicious that anyone still eating at this hotel at this time.

Finally, Yang Jian carefully made his way to a door on the second floor. Through the door, he could vaguely see rows of clean dining tables covered with white cloths, with fresh flowers on them. However, because the place had been locked up for several days and no one had taken care of them, the flowers had withered quite a bit.

Normally, this place would be packed with guests.

"The sound is coming from this hall." Yang Jian stood in front of the door, not acting immediately, but listening carefully.

That's right.

The sound of cutlery clattering against porcelain plates was coming from a dining table inside, but because of the angle and direction, Yang Jian couldn't see what was actually at the location of the sound.

But he doesn't need to know.

"Deal with this thing instantly." Yang Jian's gaze sharpened. He took a small step back, placed the body bag at his feet, and raised both hands to his forehead.

Three Ghost Eye opened simultaneously, overlapping each other.

As the red light condensed, Yang Jian's Ghost Domain immediately opened, with the Ghost Domain of each Ghost Eye overlapping to form three layers.

He used the three layers of Ghost Domain to locate the starving ghost and then used coffin nails to imprison it.

Now Yang Jian plans to repeat this scene. Although there are no coffin nails, the ghost he is facing is not the starving ghost. Moreover, he does not intend to hold anything back. As long as it is a ghost, whether it is Zhao Lei or not, he will lock it up first.

The Ghost Domain immediately invaded the restaurant and headed straight for the table from which the sound came. Yang Jian was confident that once he encountered that ghost, he could forcibly imprison it in his Ghost Domain, making it much easier to deal with it later.

The next moment.

The red light enveloped the entire restaurant, but then the sounds of knives and forks clattering against plates abruptly ceased.

When Yang Jian saw the situation inside the Ghost Domain, his expression immediately darkened.

He failed.