Mysterious Awakening

Feng Quan stopped Guo Fan’s actions, feeling that it would not be a wise decision to act rashly before finding the source of the anomaly in the hotel.

But Guo Fan thought differently, being more aggressive. Since the receptionist was problematic, he believed they should deal with her first to prevent any future threats.

"You shouldn’t have stopped me. Perhaps this unremarkable receptionist is the ghost hiding in this hotel."

Guo Fan didn’t heed Feng Quan’s persuasion, "Let me take care of her first, no matter if she’s just an ordinary Ghost Slave, one less is better than one more when trouble comes."

Feng Quan said gravely, "This approach is meaningless; acting blindly, knowing there’s an issue with the hotel, could lead to irreparable consequences. Currently, we are lacking information, and Tong Qian has gone missing in this hotel. Plus, there was someone controlled and brought into this hotel—mentioned by Yang Jian before—named Zhao Lei."

"Strictly speaking, there are at least three ghosts in this hotel, and even in the most common paranormal event, when three ghosts gather, things can get very complicated." Continue your adventure at

Dealing with a single ghost was virtually no issue when the four ghost hunters acted together.

However, blind action was tremendously foolish once the number of ghosts increased.

Yet, Feng Quan had his ideas, and Guo Fan’s methods couldn’t be completely dismissed as wrong.

A bold move might indeed get them closer to the source of the paranormal activity.

Watching the two argue due to the divergence in their opinions, Yang Jian understood that their greatly differing approaches were due to their varied experiences, each having developed their own habits.

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

Yang Jian said, "Don’t mind them; they can argue all they want. We’ll do our own thing. As long as we don’t cross paths, it’s fine. I’ve not fully trusted them yet, so let’s stick to our original plan."

Saying this, he glanced over, paying no attention to the female receptionist.

Since Feng Quan and Guo Fan had been standing in front of this receptionist for so long without issue, it was safe to assume, for the time being, that she posed no threat.

His gaze moved toward the staircase leading to the second floor of the hotel.

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

The staircase to the second floor of the hotel consisted of two curved sets of stairs. The marble construction was exquisitely stylish, and a red carpet lay on the steps, preventing those who walked on it from slipping.

However, Yang Jian noticed a black footprint on the red carpet that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

It looked like it had been scorched, or as though it had been stained with ink.

But when Yang Jian crouched down for a closer look, he immediately smelled a familiar odor.

It was the stench of decay.

This was a black stain formed by decomposing fluid left behind after a corpse had passed over the carpet.

"The footprint is going from the first floor to the second floor," Yang Jian observed that the direction of the footprints extended to a door on the second floor and then disappeared,

He looked back.

Yet, looking in the direction from which they had come, there were no black footprints to be seen. It was uncertain whether this was due to the lobby being tiled or someone having already cleaned them up, making the origin of the black footprints unrecognizable.

"Did a ghost pass through here a few days ago?" A chilling scene formed in his mind.

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

In other words, there was a ghost hidden on the second floor of the hotel.

Following the footprints, Yang Jian walked up the stairs towards the door on the second floor.

The Italian-style double glass doors easily revealed the inside.

It was a pitch-dark corridor.

The lights were off, dimming everything and revealing nothing of substance. Yang Jian felt nothing amiss; it all seemed very normal.

"Have you found anything?" Xiong Wenwen asked curiously, seeing him observing the area.

Yang Jian pushed the door, but the unlocked doors wouldn’t budge. He tugged at them too, but they wouldn’t move, as if the doors were completely sealed off, denying entry to anyone.

"A ghost entered this hotel’s second floor a few days ago; its identity and information are unknown. It could be Zhao Lei, or the source of the head balloon incident in Z city, or possibly Tong Qian who’d died at the hands of a revived ghost... But one thing is certain: there’s definitely a ghost in here."

"Let’s go in and take a look, and deal with one ghost first if possible."

He now felt prepared enough to speak with such certainty. Immediately, he pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at the glass doors in front of him.

"Bang~!"

A gunshot rang out, and immediately the glass in the firmly locked door shattered, but it was of good quality and the broken pieces did not fall. Yang Jian kicked the door a few times, knocking out a section of glass to create an opening, then he strode in.

"You’re not going to die just by walking in like that, are you?" Xiong Wenwen’s eyes widened, feeling that Yang Jian was even more reckless than the other two.

"What else can we do? Can we solve anything standing outside? Just follow and keep quiet. If anything really happens, I can whisk you away immediately," Yang Jian said as he moved forward.

Ghost eyes opened on both his forehead and the back of his head.

The eerie crimson eyes surveyed the area ahead and behind, preventing any unforeseen incidents.

The dim surroundings did not affect his field of vision at all.

Should anything happen, Yang Jian would immediately use the Ghost Domain, take out a Ghost Candle to forcefully suppress the malevolent spirit’s actions, then use the Ghost Rope and a corpse bag to forcibly take it away without needing to figure out any pattern to the ghost’s behavior.

He estimated that with his current conditions and resources, instantly confining a terror less than Terror Level A would not be a problem.

The dark corridor was deathly quiet.

Yang Jian’s steps on the soft carpet were so silent that not even a footstep was heard, the surrounding quietness was terrifying.

Yet in this extreme silence, a sound gradually travelled towards him from the front.

"Ding, ding ding~!"

The sound was crisp, lacking rhythm or pattern, but upon careful discernment, one could conjecture that it was probably the noise of someone eating, the clinking of knives and forks against porcelain plates, a common occurrence in Western restaurants, so it didn’t feel too unfamiliar.

"It sounds like someone is eating over there."

Xiong Wenwen said, "Should we make a prediction? I’m feeling a bit uneasy now. You’re not leading me into trouble, are you?"

Clearly not as mentally sturdy, he wanted to use the power of the ghosts at the slightest eerie noise.

Yang Jian remained unmoved, "It’s not time yet. Let’s go over and take a look. You shouldn’t waste your abilities like that, after all, you’ve only commandeered one ghost, and it could easily revive."

With that, he followed the sound and continued onward.

The sound of cutlery clinking against crockery resounded in the dimly lit hotel, a place that had long been sealed off and closed down, without any possibility of guests or chefs being present, not even the hotel owner was allowed within three hundred meters of the hotel.

So, whoever was eating in the hotel at this time was clearly not normal.

In the end, Yang Jian cautiously approached a large door on the second floor, through which one could vaguely see a dining room with tables covered with white cloths, neatly arranged with fresh flowers plugged on top. However, due to being neglected for several days, the flowers had wilted significantly.

If it were a normal day, this place would certainly be bustling with guests.

"The sound is coming from this hall," Yang Jian stated as he stood in front of the door, carefully listening before he took any action.

No mistake.

The sound of cutlery clinking against plates came from a table inside, yet from his angle and position, Yang Jian couldn’t see what was at the source of the sound.

But to him, knowing wasn’t necessary.

"Deal with this thing in a flash." Yang Jian’s gaze hardened. He took a step back, then placed the corpse bag he was holding at his feet, raising both palms to his forehead.

All three ghost eyes opened simultaneously, layering upon each other.

As the red light converged, his Ghost Domain immediately activated, the domains of each ghost eye amplifying one another, creating three layers.

Previously, it was with these three layers of Ghost Domain that he had located the Hungry Ghost and used a Coffin Nail to confine and imprison it.

Now, Yang Jian planned to repeat that feat. Although he was without Coffin Nails, the ghost he faced was not the Hungry Ghost, and he didn’t intend to hold back; any ghost, whether it was Zhao Lei or not, would be confined first and dealt with afterwards.

The Ghost Domain swiftly infiltrated the dining hall, heading straight for the table from where the sound emanated. If he encountered the ghost, Yang Jian was confident that he could forcibly confine it within his Ghost Domain, making the resolution much simpler.

Next moment.

The red light engulfed the entire dining room, but the sound of cutlery against plates inside abruptly ceased.

As Yang Jian viewed the situation inside through the Ghost Domain, his expression immediately darkened.

He had failed.

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