Xiang Lan

Once Yang Jian made up his mind, he didn't hesitate. Even though they were already quite deep in the red-carpeted corridor, he was determined to find out what had happened in this room and why the cursed bell from the music box was playing.

A creaking sound followed.

Yang Jian pushed open the door and entered the room silently, as if he were a ghost, even though he was in the third layer of the Ghost Domain.

Perhaps the sound of the door opening served as a warning, or perhaps the woman in the cheongsam who was playing the piano also sensed that something had entered the room. At that moment, her perfectly curvaceous figure stiffened slightly, and the piano music she played became intermittent and very unstable.

Yang Jian looked around and moved closer to the qipao woman. He wanted to see the front of her back to confirm whether she was a ghost.

If it's a ghost, then what is the connection between the ghost and the music box?

Yang Jian was not disturbed in any way as he approached. Ghost Eye did not issue any warnings, and he was not attacked inexplicably. In fact, after getting close to the woman in the cheongsam, he even smelled a strange fragrance.

This is the scent of perfume emanating from a woman; the fragrance is faint, yet undeniably present.

"That's impossible."

Soon, he saw the woman in the red cheongsam sitting on the stool playing the piano, and he saw her face. It was because of this that Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he showed a look of surprise.

This woman is a living person.

Moreover, she was a very healthy and beautiful woman, with a fair complexion, jet-black hair piled on her head, and a perfect figure in a cheongsam; she would be a beauty in any era.

But the woman didn't look well.

It's tension.

The tension revealed under conditions of extreme fear and dread.

The woman bit her lip tightly, her whole body seemed to tremble, but she endured the fear and dread, continuing to play the piano as if some compelling reason compelled her to do so.

Yang Jian stood beside her, staring intently at her.

The Ghost Eye's eyes scanned the woman back and forth, as if repeatedly confirming something.

"Why would there be a normal living person here? There's a ghost lurking outside the corridor. Stepping on its footprints will trigger a killing pattern. Besides, the Caesar Hotel outside has already been sealed off. In this kind of environment, no one can survive, let alone have the interest to sit here and play the piano."

Yang Jian was still within the Ghost Domain. Although he was standing next to the woman watching her play the piano, she was completely unaware of his presence.

But judging from her expression, she knew she had entered.

The woman didn't believe it was a person who had entered; she probably thought a ghost had entered the room after the door was opened, which was why she was scared and made mistakes while playing the piano. After all, Yang Jian now was not much different from a ghost.

But for Yang Jian, discovering that this woman was alive was even more unbelievable than discovering that she was a ghost.

Yang Jian wouldn't be surprised at all if a second ghost appeared in this place.

But the appearance of living people changes everything.

As previously confirmed, the Caesar Hotel is sealed off, and absolutely no one can sneak in.

Recalling the rotting corpse that had appeared in the private room earlier, Yang Jian now suspected that the person here had not run in from the Caesar Hotel, but rather from another entrance.

The other entrance isn't inside the hotel, but somewhere deep in this corridor; that entrance should also connect to another place.

The fourth floor of the Caesar Hotel may serve as an exit.

Only in this way can we explain why living people could appear in such a strange place.

"This woman came here from somewhere deep in the corridor. She was lucky enough to avoid the ghost's attack and enter this room." Yang Jian made a rough guess about the woman's appearance.

But that's all.

He wanted to ask about more details.

Yang Jian emerged from the third layer of the Ghost Domain, his face cold as he asked, "As an ordinary person, how did you get to this place?"

A voice suddenly broke the silence of the room.

The woman in the red cheongsam jumped in fright, staring in terror at Yang Jian had suddenly appeared beside her. She abruptly stopped playing the piano.

"Oh no, Xiang Lan, are you alright?"

The next moment, a commotion was heard from the next room, and a man in his twenties wearing a Zhongshan suit rushed out. He seemed very concerned about the woman and afraid that she was in danger.

"Is there anyone else?"

The walls isolated Yang Jian from his Ghost Domain, and he didn't even notice that a second person was hiding in the next room.

Yang Jian was even more surprised at this moment.

There was actually more than one living person in this place.

The woman in the red cheongsam, whose name seemed to be Xiang Lan, hurriedly stood up, left the piano, and grabbed the young man's hand, trying to rush out; "A Nan, let's run!"

Without hesitation, the man A Nan grabbed Xiang Lan and fled as if they were running away.

"None of you are allowed to leave without my permission." Yang Jian blocked the door and said coldly, "Tell me, why are you here?"

"You're not a ghost?" A Nan's eyes widened suddenly, finding it unbelievable.

Xiang Lan, standing to the side, stared at Yang Jian in astonishment, as if she were witnessing the most unbelievable thing in the world.

"You think I'm a ghost?"

Yang Jian countered, "Or do you know there are ghosts here? If you know there are ghosts, why are you here in the first place? And judging from your reactions just now, it seems this isn't your first time here. I don't have much time left, so I hope you will give a detailed and concise answer, not a perfunctory one."

Faced with such a question, A Nan was speechless; he didn't know what to say.

This person was not only not a ghost, but also knew nothing about the situation here, and did not recognize himself or Xiang Lan at all; he was practically an outsider.

Suddenly.

Xiang Lan, who was standing nearby, seemed to realize something and suddenly grabbed Yang Jian's arm, urgently asking, "You came in through the exit? Tell me, where is the exit? Take us away, take us away from this place."

Yang Jian frowned, the Ghost Eye on his forehead staring at her eerily.

He didn't understand what the woman was saying.

"Xiang Lan, don't trust him. He's very strange, not like a normal living person. We can't waste any more time, we have to leave here first." A Nan pulled the woman aside and created some distance between them.

"Is it an information asymmetry? They seem to have been trapped here for a while, like they've become disconnected from the outside world. Judging from this situation, unless the three of them sit down and have a proper talk, they won't be able to figure things out completely," Yang Jian guessed to himself.

This is another strange thing; it will take some time to figure it out.

In the past, Yang Jian would definitely have pressed for more details, but now...

He was in a hurry to find the ghost and take the rusty wood-cutter's knife to deal with Fang Shiming.

"Moreover, they didn't seem to want to continue talking to me." Yang Jian noticed that the two people were still eager to leave the house.

It was as if an impending danger was approaching, urging them to leave.

The two bypassed Yang Jian and rushed out in one go, then quickly ran along the dimly lit corridor outside.

That direction is...

Deeper still, not where Yang Jian came in.

Yang Jian watched coldly, neither stopping them nor asking any further questions.

The world has become very strange since the emergence of paranormal events; many incomprehensible things are happening, and these two people were just an accident today.

"Walking around like this in the street, aren't you really afraid of being slashed to death by that monster?"

Yang Jian also left the room, his curiosity growing as he watched the two people disappear in the direction they went.

If I continue deeper into the area with these two people, where will I end up?

After a brief moment of thought, Yang Jian gave up.

He turned and walked in another direction, preparing to search for the ghost that was wandering there.

However, he had only walked a few steps when...

Suddenly, Yang Jian stopped in his tracks, a chill running through him.

The sound of a piano echoed again from room 71 behind us.

This time, however, the melody is no longer that of a music box.

Was there a ghost in that room?