Chapter 92 The Enraged Manager Makes an Unexpected Appearance

Fang Zhiyi stood on the steps and looked down. If he waded through the water directly, he would definitely get an electric shock. He looked around, took out two pairs of rubber rain boots from the supermarket, put one pair on each of his feet, and tried to step into the water.

Ripples spread across the water's surface, and flashes of electricity appeared.

However, since rubber is non-conductive, even a large current cannot affect it.

"Let's go quickly," Fang Zhiyi said in a low voice.

Right now, there's only electricity in the water; if this continues, who knows what might emerge.

The two walked down the corridor one after the other. The closer they got to the bottom of the passage, the deeper the water became. By the middle, the water was up to their calves. Fortunately, their rubber boots were long, reaching all the way to their knees, so the electric current in the water could only swirl around them reluctantly, making a chilling hissing sound.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by underwater, and Fang Zhiyi felt a sinking sensation on his ankle. Even through the rubber rain boots, he could still feel a dull pain.

Looking down, he saw that the floorboards had cracked from being soaked in water, revealing a hideous mouth that had bitten his ankle.

Fang Zhiyi kicked out, trying to break free. But the mouth protruding from the floorboards held on tightly, refusing to let go, its teeth scraping against the rubber, making a squeaking sound in the water.

If they keep biting like that, the rubber boots will be torn apart.

Fang Zhiyi grabbed the mop that was floating over and shoved the mop head into the crack in the floor.

The gaping maw of the rift suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he seized the opportunity to pull his foot out and run forward.

Water splashed everywhere, ripples spread across the surface, the wooden floorboards buckled slightly, and then cracks appeared, with an eye peering intently from each crack.

Fang Zhiyi felt a chill on the back of her neck and stopped in her tracks.

The eye in the slit turned, its scarlet pupils turning into deathly white sclera, and then with two sharp snapping sounds, it bared its sharp fangs.

The waves crashed behind me, almost reaching my calves. The power lines hanging in mid-air crackled, and I could feel a tingling sensation coursing through my body even through my rubber boots.

Fang Zhiyi's fingers curled slightly.

Dragon Slayer

Frosty Dragon Breath!

His amber pupils narrowed, his cheeks puffed out, and a puff of white mist escaped from his mouth, instantly freezing into a layer of frost the moment it touched the water's surface.

"Walk!"

Fang Zhiyi stepped onto the ice and ran forward.

Below, countless eyes stared intently at the passing figure, their massive jaws agape, ready to snap at it, but the ice blocked their way. Unable to penetrate the ice, they could only let out helpless growls.

"roar--"

The water pipe burst, and the water surged and crashed into the ice, instantly shattering the ice surface into pieces.

Fang Zhiyi quickened his pace, stepped onto a cracked, floating block of ice, and used the momentum to leap forward, directly jumping towards the 86th floor.

Bang!

The inertia caused Fang Zhiyi's knees to ache slightly, and he staggered forward two steps. Looking back, he saw a roar coming from the towering waves, which quickly disappeared without a trace.

It seems that each floor has different dangers, and once they leave the floor, the dangers inside can't touch them.

So... what's on the 86th floor?

Fang Zhiyi, supporting herself against the wall, slowly descended the steps. The staircase spiraled, and oil paintings hung on the walls. When the flashlight shone through, the smiles of the noblewomen in the paintings were ambiguous and eerie.

Take the last step down.

The moment I reached the 86th floor, I heard a "gurgling" sound, as if the stomach of a huge creature was wriggling and making a hungry echo.

Fang Zhiyi felt the wall beneath him sway like waves, and suddenly his foot slipped, a feeling of weightlessness came over him unexpectedly, and he fell uncontrollably downwards.

At this critical moment, Chu Zhao reached out and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back from the brink of collapse.

Fang Zhiyi stood back on the steps, but the flashlight slipped from his hand and fell into the endless darkness. Several seconds later, a "thud" was heard.

The light from the flashlight shone from below, and the floor in front of them vanished into thin air, creating a gap of over ten meters between the 70th and 86th floors.

A bead of cold sweat rolled down his cheek.

If you fall like that, you'll be smashed to pieces.

Fang Zhiyi stood on the edge of the cliff.

The flashlight beam flickered briefly and then went out.

Without the lights, the restaurant was plunged into a deep darkness, with the sound of wind whistling from below.

Fang Zhiyi took out another flashlight from the supermarket.

The light from the household flashlight wasn't as bright as before; a beam of light shone out, and a circular spot of light fell onto the opposite wall.

Floors 70 to 86 were completely distorted, the floorboards were pulled out and disappeared, and the only places to stand were the table lamps on the walls, the door handles in the guest rooms, and the oil paintings that decorated the rooms.

He shoved the flashlight into Chu Zhao's hand: "Give me some light."

After saying that, he took a deep breath and changed his title to "Climbing Master".

He bent his knees, gathered his strength, and leaped forward, grabbing the handle of the nearest door.

哢哒.

The door handle was pulled down by the enormous force, the lock cylinder turned, and the door opened outward, leaving Fang Zhiyi completely suspended in mid-air.

A beam of light shone down.

Chu Zhao said, "On the right!"

Fang Zhiyi tugged at the doorknob in mid-air, then turned to look to his right. On the wall not far away hung an ancient-looking lamp.

He took a deep breath, pushed off with his feet, his back arched like a drawn bow, and stretched out his arms to finally grab the lamp.

"call--"

He gripped the lamp tightly in his hand, and because he was gripping it so hard, his palm stung.

Fang Zhiyi stood on tiptoe and stared at the wall cabinet fixed on the lower left corner of the wall.

He gave a strong shake, holding the lamp and swaying it in mid-air. When he reached the maximum angle, he let go and jumped down, landing on the cabinet by the wall.

The cabinet against the wall was no more than 50 centimeters wide. He carefully stood against the wall and looked up. Chu Zhao also came down and, like him, held onto the lamp and hung in mid-air.

Fang Zhiyi pressed himself against the wall, carefully moving down and grabbing onto the protrusions to climb.

With the title of "Climbing Master," his climbing ability improved. Sometimes he stepped on doorknobs, sometimes he grabbed lamps, and he made it to the 70th floor without any major incidents.

It landed steadily on the ground. Fang Zhiyi looked up and saw that Chu Zhao was still hanging there.

Fang Zhiyi said, "Jump down, I'll catch you."

Chu Zhao let go and jumped down.

Fang Zhiyi reached out and caught Chu Zhao. Due to the inertia, the two took a step back, stood firmly against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, and smiled at each other.

The 70th floor has a unique structure, with half being guest rooms and the other half being an equipment platform. There are no windows in the corridor, and in the sealed environment, it is impossible to distinguish between day and night, let alone feel the passage of time.

[41:59:59]

The countdown had passed by in the blink of an eye; six hours had already gone by. At this rate, barring any unforeseen circumstances, we should be able to leave the Jiahua Hotel within the allotted time.

Fang Zhiyi took out another flashlight from the supermarket, its beam swaying in front of her as she walked. In the shadows where the light didn't reach, a dark figure flashed by, but when she turned around, everything seemed normal.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor. As they passed room 7014 again, the door suddenly creaked open automatically.

Fang Zhiyi was startled and instinctively shone her flashlight in the direction indicated that the manager's figure had appeared behind the door.

The manager stood there listlessly, repeating like a ghost, "Why is there no power? There's nothing wrong with the power..." He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot in the beam of the flashlight, "You must have sabotaged the hotel! You parasites, you thieves!"

I take back what I just said... but an unexpected thing happened.

[The Furious Manager]

As a hotel manager, he must always maintain a smile in front of guests and cannot show any temper, but now—you are no longer guests.

The ID above the manager's head gradually turned blood red, and a stamina bar appeared below it.

【150/150】

The manager flew into a rage, his body suddenly swelling, his well-tailored suit bursting at the seams, his biceps bulging. "You annoying customers, your complaints, your demands, your service—you all deserve to die!"

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

The manager moved quickly, arriving in the blink of an eye, his heavy footsteps leaving deep imprints on the floor. He raised his hand high, ready to grab Fang Zhiyi.

I'm going to get first place!

The little red flower on its head stood up.

Fang Zhiyi also sped up, avoiding the manager's hand.

The manager grabbed at empty air, becoming even angrier, his chest heaving as he made panting sounds.

"You—don't even think about running!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire corridor came alive. The paintings on the walls vibrated, and doors opened one after another, with wardrobes, candlesticks, mirrors, and other furniture doors lining up to emerge.

The wardrobe door swung open, and clothes flew out, transforming into strong arms that tried to grab the two people in front of it.

The mirror shattered, and shards of glass shot out.

A candlestick flew up out of thin air and crashed down heavily.

Fang Zhiyi felt like she was playing a bullet hell game, constantly dodging attacks. Fortunately, with the boost from the "I want to be number one!" buff, her speed was significantly increased, allowing her to weave and dodge the attacks from the wardrobe and mirrors, narrowly avoiding each one.

The candlestick was pulled out, and the wax dripped onto the floor, making it look like it had been coated with wax. Fang Zhiyi stepped on it, and his foot couldn't stop slipping.

At that moment, the manager caught up with heavy steps.

"Over here!"

Chu Zhao pushed aside the vase in the corridor, blocking the manager's path and slowing his approach.

Fang Zhiyi slipped, grabbed the outstretched clothes to maintain his balance, then turned around and picked up the candlestick that was still happily sprinkling candle wax, smashing it at the manager.

Candlestick: "...?"

The candlestick began to twist and turn wildly.

No!

How can a company improve if it hits the manager?

Ignoring the candlestick's resistance, Fang Zhiyi smashed it down forcefully.

Bang!

The candlestick made intimate contact with the manager's head, scalding hot candle wax poured over his head, sparks landed on his body, and screams echoed amidst the flickering flames.

[Stamina-20]

Burning

[Stamina -5 per second]

The manager ripped the candlestick off his head and went completely mad, destroying everything in sight without regard for friend or foe.

The wardrobe was kicked to pieces, the mirror and picture frames were torn to shreds, and the candlesticks were crumpled into a ball and stomped on repeatedly.

When they came to their senses, the corridor was a mess, and there was no one in sight.

"Where are they? Where are they?!" the manager roared, clutching the bloodied head and spinning in place. "I know you're still here, you can't escape—"

"No one may leave the 70th floor without my permission!"

"Go to hell!"