Incomprehensible Peril

The room I had just left was empty, but then the sound of a piano came from inside again.

The melody was no longer that of a music box; it was a piece of music he had never heard before. Yang Jian, who knew nothing about Western piano music, would not recognize it. However, the melody was very soothing and echoed softly, somewhat like a foreign lullaby, but it seemed to have been slightly modified from a lullaby, with a dark, oppressive, and eerie feeling.

Is there something wrong with the piano? Or is the room itself haunted?

Yang Jian felt a strange chill run down his spine. He had been in the room for a short while and hadn't noticed anything unusual. Even the ghost inside him hadn't shown any particular reaction; everything seemed perfectly normal.

I instinctively stopped in my tracks.

He turned and looked at room 71 again.

The wooden door wasn't completely closed; a small crack remained, through which a sliver of dim light shone, while the eerie lullaby echoed in the surrounding silence.

"The reason why the woman named Xiang Lan and the man named A Nan left in such a hurry was not because they were frightened by me, but because they knew there was a ghost in this room. My sudden appearance made them think that I was the ghost in the room, so when I questioned them, they quickly realized that I was just an accidental troublemaker, and the real ghost was still in the room."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, then he looked at the deep, dark passage ahead.

The two had already run far away and passed the intersection; even if he had Ghost Eye, he couldn't see any trace of them.

"So when they realized what was happening, they didn't even bother asking about the exit, because they knew that if they didn't leave the room, they might be killed by the ghost, and nothing else mattered compared to their lives."

"But if they knew there was a ghost in the room, why did they still come here to play the piano? These two people have top-notch reaction and adaptability skills, and they have the potential to become Ghost Tamer. People like them wouldn't come to this room to court death for no reason. Or do they have some reason why they have to be here?"

Yang Jian thought to himself.

Then.

He lingered at the doorway, though it could be opened with a gentle pull, but he didn't do so.

Unlike before, now that we're absolutely certain there's an unknown ghost inside, going in now wouldn't be out of curiosity, it would be suicide.

Furthermore, the musical clues from the music box are not in this room, but rather in the qipao woman named Xiang Lan.

As for why they weren't forcibly stopped...

Yang Jian felt there wasn't enough time.

Because it takes time to get a clear answer, time to follow up on clues, and time to completely resolve the matter.

His purpose in coming here was to take the supernatural object from the ghost and kill Fang Shiming. Yang Jian had to put the curse on later; the order couldn't be reversed. If he failed to kill Fang Shiming this time, he might face Fang Shiming's revenge.

When a top-tier Ghost Tamer seeks revenge, no one can withstand it.

Yang Jian dared not gamble with the thoughts of someone whose family and friends in Dachang City were about to be resurrected by a vengeful ghost.

Moreover, the way the two people left so hastily and with such genuine fear gave Yang Jian a bad feeling. This feeling made him realize that he couldn't stay in that room any longer, so he quickly left after the two people escaped.

Really.

His judgment was correct; something was indeed wrong with the room.

"There's no need to go back and touch the ghost in the room. Who knows what kind of supernatural event this is? I don't want to risk my life."

Yang Jian, who was lingering at the door, ultimately did not open it again, but chose to retreat once more, suppressing his curiosity.

Yang Jian walked in the direction he had come from, while Xiang Lan A Nan disappeared into the depths of the passage, going in the opposite direction.

He didn't want to venture deeper into this eerie place at this time, nor did he want to follow the two men in their pursuit.

Yang Jian gradually moved away, but a Ghost Eye on the back of his head remained fixed on the slightly ajar door. He was wary and cautious; what if the ghost in the room suddenly opened the door and stepped out?

Or is a ghost lurking behind the door, watching you and waiting for an opportunity to attack?

We must remain vigilant.

After walking for a while, Yang Jian found that there was still nothing unusual about room 71. The empty room was filled with the sound of an eerie piano lullaby, which seemed particularly chilling in the dark and quiet environment.

But just as he walked back to the intersection he had just been at...

"Bang!"

A loud bang rang out, and the wooden door to the room slammed shut, abruptly stopping the piano music coming from inside.

Moment.

A chilling, eerie cold suddenly enveloped Yang Jian. He felt as if he was about to lose consciousness, and stood there numbly for more than ten seconds before his consciousness was gradually pulled back by another strange melody in his mind.

"Are you kidding me? I almost died?"

Yang Jian snapped out of his daze, then felt a wave of dizziness and instinctively grabbed the wall beside him, still somewhat shaken.

"Was the piano music in that room another kind of terrible curse? The moment the piano music stopped, I felt like I lost consciousness and was about to die. It was the music box's curse that saved me."

He unknowingly walked a tightrope between life and death.

Only at this moment did Yang Jian realize what terrifying existence he had unintentionally encountered.

If it weren't for the lingering curse of the music box in his mind, even with three ghosts under his control, he would have been killed in an instant, without any chance of resistance. This was a sure-kill move, even more ferocious than the wailing ghost he had encountered before.

Moreover, Yang Jian left the room immediately; if he were still in that room now...

He even doubted that the music box's curse could stop this supernatural phenomenon.

"This place is too dangerous. It's even scarier than the last time I experienced the haunted bus. At least on the bus, I could be sure it was safe, but here... there are ghosts leaving footprints outside the door, and there are unknown supernatural things inside. If I rashly enter, one wrong step and I'll die."

Yang Jian was even somewhat relieved at this moment.

I'm glad I was ignorant and fearless enough to barge into this place, and even blew out the white ghost candles I lit in the hotel in time. I'm also glad I was vigilant enough to only go to rooms 13 and 31, where the ghost that altered my memories had entered.

If we had ventured deeper out of curiosity, or even wandered into other rooms, we would have been wiped out without any chance of survival.

With a feeling of unease.

Yang Jian quickly retraced his steps, not wanting to venture any deeper into this awful place, nor caring why the two living people from before had appeared here.

He didn't want to lose his life here without having finished his business.

This time, the music box managed to stop an unimaginable, bizarre curse. But what if it can't stop it next time?

When they returned to the fourth intersection, Yang Jian slowed down his movements slightly.

He smelled the stench of a corpse.

Very rich.

It looked as if a rotting corpse had passed by nearby. In addition, Yang Jian also saw water stains dripping on the carpet. These water stains had a foul odor and were the body fluids formed from the decomposition of the corpse. Moreover, they looked like they had just been left.

"That ghost is nearby."

Yang Jian withdrew his complicated thoughts and began to focus his attention on finding the ghost.

"They went that way."

After assessing the clues on the ground, Yang Jian quickly pursued them within the Ghost Domain.

That ghost doesn't have Ghost Domain and moves rather slowly, so once its approximate location is determined, finding it should be a very easy task.

But as he passed a nearby room with its door light on, he heard a sound of something breaking inside, like porcelain being shattered. But upon closer listening, the room was eerily quiet, with no further sound coming from inside.

Yang Jian was startled and had to take a closer look.

"Is it another problematic room?"

He quickly passed by, but the door to the room remained closed, which made him relax a little.

At this moment, Yang Jian's biggest fear was that the ghost in the room would come out.

A short while later.

Yang Jian saw a person standing in the dimly lit corridor ahead.

It was a tall man, but he was not alive; he was a highly decomposed corpse, emanating a strong stench of decay. Corpse fluid seeped down his tattered clothes and dripped onto the ground, forming blurry footprints.

What caught his attention most, however, was that the tall, rotting male corpse was clutching a knife tightly in its hand. This knife was a common agricultural tool used in the old countryside for chopping firewood, but the knife on the corpse was severely rusted and covered with dirt and black stains, which looked like congealed blood.

"Found you."

Yang Jian stopped about ten meters away from the tall male corpse, his expression solemn, not daring to approach rashly.

Because when he faced this ghost last time, he acted impulsively and tried to use the ghost rope to trap it. However, Xiong Wenwen was in his group at the time, and Xiong Wenwen had a premonition that he would be killed by the ghost with a single blow, and that the ghost rope would be cut.

Therefore, besides stepping on footprints, this ghost's killing pattern also suggests that getting too close will result in an attack.

It might be an indiscriminate attack, or it might be another kind of curse.

Yang Jian was confused; he only knew it was very dangerous.

"Therefore, I need to probe and ascertain the situation of this ghost, and then find a safer way to remove this supernatural object."

At this point, he was no longer in a hurry.

"Try using the ghost hand."

Yang Jian looked at his pale, stiff hand.

Using the ghost hand is safer if you don't get too close; if all goes well, this hand can help you steal that supernatural object.

After all, he had stolen the ghost coffin from the Ghost Messenger before, so he had experience with that.

Once they succeed, they slip away immediately, without hesitation.

On the rotting, tall male corpse, strangely stiff, bluish hands began to appear.

The Ghost Hand can invade anyone's body and appear on ghosts. Although it is not powerful enough, it has some of the characteristics of Ghost Messenger and is capable of suppressing three ghosts.

Yang Jian planned to use the three ghosts' slots to suppress the tall, rotting male corpse, giving it no chance.

But the moment the ghostly hand invaded the tall male corpse, it seemed that some kind of pattern was triggered, or perhaps the ghost sensed something.

The male corpse, which had been standing motionless, turned around and faced Yang Jian behind it. Yang Jian was hiding in the third layer of the Ghost Domain, so the ghost should not have been able to find him. However, Yang Jian did not notice that the strange woodcutter's knife tightly gripped in the ghost's hand was flashing in mid-air.

The three layers of the Ghost Domain seemed to have been forcibly torn open by something.

The next moment.

Yang Jian, trapped in the Ghost Domain, gushed blood as his body was severed at the waist, and his upper body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Depend on."

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, and he couldn't help but swear.

The tall, rotting male corpse in front of them slowly turned back and continued walking with stiff, heavy steps into the deep corridor, ignoring Yang Jian, who was lying on the ground bleeding profusely.

The next chapter will be around midnight.