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"Boss, I need a room," He Xiaoyan said as she followed me to Wan Feng Residence. I approached the front desk to check in.
The boss was an elderly man with graying hair and a gaunt appearance. He glanced at me and He Xiaoyan, then asked, "ID? One room or two?"
"Two rooms," He Xiaoyan interjected.
"I'm here to help Hong Qianqian find some things. Can you not interfere? Just leave now," I told He Xiaoyan.
"What right do you have to stop me from staying at this inn? Besides, if we get two rooms, you can take the suite at the end of the fifth floor; I'm not staying there," she replied.
I thought about it and realized she was right. She could stay in a room on the other side of the corridor, right across from the stairs, which would be safer. So I agreed to let her stay.
"You're going to stay in the suite at the end of the corridor by yourself?" the innkeeper asked me.
"Yes, I'll stay there. She'll take the room facing the stairs."
"Young man, I usually don't allow anyone to stay in that suite..." The boss avoided my gaze and hesitated.
"But didn't a girl named Hong Qianqian stay there recently?" I pressed.
"That was during peak tourist season. She didn't book in advance and had nowhere else to go. She only stayed there for a few hours until someone checked out, then I let her switch rooms."
"Thank you. Don't worry; I want that room. My family has been in this business for generations, and I'm here on someone else's behalf, doing a loyal service."
The boss paused for a moment before handing us two room keys. "After eight o'clock tonight, if someone knocks on your door, don't open it," he said mysteriously.
As night fell deeper, I lay in bed unable to sleep. The lights were on as I listened to the sounds of cicadas outside my window.
I held Guiding Yellow Talisman in one hand and my phone in the other, where I had saved He Xiaoyan's number as a shortcut. But I knew that if something happened, she wouldn't be able to help much.
After an unknown amount of time, He Xiaoyan sent me a message. My phone vibrated, and the screen lit up with her text: "Is everything okay over there?"
"Nothing much happening here. How about you?"
However, as I sent my reply, the sending circle kept spinning until a red exclamation mark appeared next to my message, indicating it had failed to send.
I picked up my phone and dialed He Xiaoyan's number directly, but it simply beeped once and then disconnected—no signal.
I stood up, ready to go find He Xiaoyan, but then I remembered what my boss had said during the day. I glanced at my phone; it was 8:01 PM.
What was even more terrifying was that everything around me was eerily silent. The summer cicadas and the sounds of insects outside were completely absent.
In recent years, Tang Village's tourism industry had developed rapidly, with tourists coming and going continuously. But now, even the sound of cars passing by on the street had vanished.
It was clearly a summer night, yet the temperature in the room plummeted, a bone-chilling cold creeping in.
"Here it comes!" The thought flashed through my mind, sending chills down my spine.
In the midst of the silence, an ethereal chant echoed down the hallway, accompanied by a sound reminiscent of blades dragging across concrete, sharp and clear enough to send shivers through me.
I stuffed my phone into my pocket, gripped Guiding Yellow Talisman tightly in my hand, and grabbed some weapons from Mortal Realm —things like hammers and scissors.
Although I had been exposed to matters of the yin and yang realms since childhood under my grandfather's influence and had learned some techniques, most of it was just fortune-telling and divination. My knowledge of exorcism and ghost-repelling methods was superficial at best.
As the chanting and the sound of blades scraping against the ground grew clearer with each passing moment, it felt like they were almost right at my door.
At that moment, I felt a distinct movement from Doll Brother, which was in the crossbody bag slung over my shoulder.
I watched as the door, which I had locked before lying down, slowly opened just a crack.
A bony, pale hand suddenly clawed at the doorframe!
I tried to spring up from the bed to press against the door and shut it again, but an invisible force bound me to the bed, rendering me completely immobile.
I could only watch helplessly as the door swung open wider, revealing a woman in a Red Long Dress who entered, dragging a long knife that glimmered with a silvery sheen.
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