Turning Back

While splitting up is not a good decision in most situations.

But with only five minutes left before someone around us is about to die, the clearest course of action is to finish what needs to be done and leave.

Yang Jian didn't need anyone's help; he could deal with that thing by himself. What worried him was the reason why the others, starting with Xiong Wenwen, would die one after another in ten minutes. If they had already fallen into a trap, then it would be necessary to find out the reason.

Currently, he places his suspicion on the ghost in the hallway outside the door.

This is a ghost of unknown terror level, unknown method of killing, and never recorded in any files. Most importantly, when Yang Jian attracted the Door-Knocking Ghost, he didn't manage to take this thing out of the hotel.

This means that the curse of the Door-Knocking Ghost cannot affect this thing.

Because time is of the essence.

Yang Jian immediately rushed into the bedroom inside.

There were no abnormalities elsewhere, so there was no need to investigate. This was the result Xiong Wenwen had anticipated, which saved her a lot of time.

Push the door open and enter.

The room was pitch black.

But in the Ghost Eye's vision, everything in the room was clearly presented before his eyes.

The outcome was exactly as Xiong Wenwen had predicted.

The room was filled with people standing, sitting, and lying on the floor, all of whom had no facial features.

These people were dressed in different styles, and judging from their body types, there were men and women. There were middle-aged men in suits, young men in hoodies, and young girls in dresses. But at this moment, no matter who they were, they had all lost their facial features and were sitting there quietly, their fate unknown.

Yang Jian stared at their featureless faces.

Unlike before, their faces were not peeled off along with their features and flesh; instead, their features were completely removed, leaving only a flat sheet of human skin.

"Did that ghost take away his face? Or is that ghost's true identity a faceless ghost?"

His Ghost Eye darted restlessly, scrutinizing each person who had lost their facial features, hoping to find something suspicious.

Perhaps the ghosts are hiding among these faceless people.

But unfortunately...

Although many people in the room had lost their faces, he did not see any of them as real ghosts.

Because of a detail.

If these people have no faces, then where can Tong Qian's smiling face be placed?

Based on the current situation, the real ghost must be someone with that ghost face, and only a real ghost can control the ghost face on Tong Qian's body; no one else can.

In other words, ghosts are smiling people.

"So I'm a step too late. That ghost used to be here, but it's not in this room anymore. If the ghost isn't here, it means it has abandoned Zhao Lei. In that case, Zhao Lei should be here."

Yang Jian's gaze sharpened, and he immediately began searching.

Although none of these people had faces, he was able to identify Zhao Lei by his build and clothing because of his familiarity with him.

No, by then it might already be a corpse.

Nevertheless, he felt obligated to take Zhao Lei's body out of the city, at least back to Dachang City, and hand it over to his parents. He couldn't just let the body rot and disappear here.

The room wasn't large, but it was filled with faceless figures, and the air reeked of corpses.

It was clear that some people's bodies had already begun to decompose and they had died completely here. However, he also found that some corpses still maintained body temperature and heartbeat. From a medical point of view, they should still be considered as living people and had not died. But in Yang Jian's view, they were no different from dead people.

Without a face, what use is it to still have vital signs? It's just a matter of living a few more days and suffering a little more.

After quickly circling around, Yang Jian finally saw a person by the window with their back to him and facing outwards.

That person's physical characteristics were exactly the same as Zhao Lei's.

"Is that Zhao Lei?" Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he carefully and quickly made his way through the crowd to approach him.

During this time, everything around was normal, and there was no disturbance.

It was clear that the ghost had given up on Zhao Lei. If it were still appearing here as Zhao Lei, it would never be so quiet. The thing knew it couldn't get close to him. Once he got close, the ghostly shadow that had invaded his body would definitely be restricted. Therefore, he was even more certain that Zhao Lei was no longer a ghost.

Upon getting closer, Yang Jian placed his hand on the man's shoulder.

The touch surprised him slightly, as he felt a warm body temperature emanating from Zhao Lei's shoulder.

Yes, that's right, Yang Jian could actually feel body temperature.

"Is Zhao Lei still alive?"

This idea suddenly popped into my head, and for some reason, it brought a touch of joy.

If Zhao Lei is still alive, it means there's still a chance to save him.

However, when Yang Jian immediately turned his body around, his expression darkened.

Although Zhao Lei's body was intact, his face was that of a stranger. This face did not fit his body properly; it was crooked and distorted, and many parts of the face had begun to rot. If this continued, his body would soon rot away as well.

Yang Jian's face darkened, and he immediately tore off the badly damaged face.

He used the power of the ghost, so after tearing off the face, Zhang Lei turned back into a faceless person.

"Did that thing take everyone's faces with it when it left?" Yang Jian circled around again, but finally couldn't find Zhao Lei's face in the house, and couldn't help but get annoyed.

What on earth is that thing? It needs so many human faces.

Or is this thing a collector, specifically fond of collecting human faces, and will never stop moving until it finds a ghost face?

But that ghost should have already received Tong Qian's smile; it shouldn't need any other faces.

So where will it put its face?

Room 31?

Suddenly.

For some reason, the room number suddenly popped into Yang Jian's mind.

That was a very important clue left by Zhao Lei when he was attacked by the ghost. He said the ghost was in room 31 of the Caesar Hotel.

The clue provided by the ghost cabinet is room 13.

But the question Yang Jian initially asked was, "Where is Zhao Lei?"

Zhao Lei is indeed in room 13, that's for sure, because his body is there.

But what if the ghost also went to room 31?

Perhaps the face is right there.

"Should we risk going deeper into this hotel?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered as he looked at Zhao Lei's body, hesitant.

Continuing deeper into the hotel is not a problem, but there is another ghost wandering in the corridor outside. With so many people in tow, some casualties are inevitable.

But he wasn't willing to leave room 31.

The ghost abandoned Zhao Lei and chose to lie dormant in another way; its source is very likely in that room.

Having come this far, it would be a shame to back down now.

However, time is running out.

More than three minutes had passed, and he could sense that Lin Luomei outside the bedroom had lit the ghost candles to protect Xiong Wenwen inside.

But this might not work. Five minutes later, Xiong Wenwen will still be attacked by the ghost as predicted. She may not die, but from then on, Luo Suyī and Lin Luomei will be killed one after another.

The ghost candle can provide protection for a short time, but not indefinitely.

However, while Yang Jian was acting and thinking, on the other side, Luo Suyī was trembling all over, terrified. But he still mustered up the courage to open the door and kept a close eye on the ghost outside.

In the pitch-black corridor, only the beam of his flashlight shone.

It barely dispelled the darkness, illuminating the corridor.

But it still appeared dim in the distance.

Under the dim light, the intersection they had just passed was now deserted.

The ghost that had appeared so strangely and was wandering at the intersection has vanished.

"Where did that thing go?" Luo Suyī was inexplicably panicked and searched around with his flashlight for the object.

If you've left, you should at least know your general location so you're somewhat prepared when you leave. If you haven't left, you should at least keep an eye out for any activity.

You have to understand, Xiong Wenwen is going to die in a few minutes, and once he dies, he will die in five minutes.

Luo Suyī didn't dare go outside; he only dared to peek out to search.

However, this limits the places you can find them.

To his surprise, he actually found the location of the ghost outside.

From the direction I came in, a tall figure, with heavy steps and stiff movements, walked slowly and deliberately out.

"Found it. Is it leaving and going back to the hotel?" Luo Suyī saw the creature leaving.

Once the ghost leaves this place and goes far enough away, it will show that you are currently safe.

Etc.

That's not right.

Soon, Luo Suyī suddenly startled, realizing a very bad situation.

The ghost turned its back and left, so why did Xiong Wenwen die? And why will I die next?

Just as he realized this, the tall figure who was about to walk out of the corridor stopped and slowly turned around, facing him again.

A strange sense of urgency and fear instantly enveloped my entire body.

Sure enough, they had been targeted by this ghost.

Although Luo Suyī was afraid of death, it didn't mean he was brainless. With a hint of fear, he said into the room, "I saw that ghost. It was just about to leave the corridor and return to the hotel, but just as it was about to go out, it stopped and turned back towards us."

"I suspect that Xiong Wenwen's death will be related to this ghost. You'd better make a decision quickly. If you really can't, leave now, or it will be too late."