Yuan Qingli lowered her head, and before she knew it, a pair of hands had appeared beneath her feet—a pair of clean, white, skeletal hands.

The four fingers, like shackles, gripped the foot, while the outermost little finger kept tapping against the shoe upper.

Sensing that the hands seemed to have no malicious intent, Yuan Qingli squatted down as well.

"Big brother, why are you grabbing my foot?"

The bone hand did not answer, but continued to tap, and at an even faster pace.

"Brother, speak human language. I can talk nonsense, but I can't listen to it."

The bony hand remained silent, but its little finger kept tapping on Yuan Qingli's shoe upper.

My ankles felt as if they were soaked in cold, slippery, foul water, and a chill crept up to my bones.

Yuan Qingli broke out in a cold sweat, as if she had been hit on the head, and her thoughts were momentarily blank.

After taking a few deep breaths, I finally managed to warm my thoughts again.

The ghost kept tapping on her shoes. Could it be that it had its eye on her new shoes?

Although she said she wouldn't mind giving the shoes to it, did the ghost really want the shoes?

still……

Wait a moment!

The ghost appeared after she entered the room. During that time, it only tapped its fingers on the back of its shoes, showing no malice.

There was no strange phenomenon of the lights in the room suddenly going out.

This means the ghost is trying to remind her of something.

Is it related to shoes?

Yes, even though we're in the same hotel, the room is a hundred times cleaner than the outside.

Yuan Qingli realized what was happening.

She looked down and saw that the uppers of the shoes were stained with a lot of gray substance, making them look dirty. Was this ghost reminding her to change her shoes?

Yuan Qingli looked around, then got up again and reached for the slippers placed under the appliance cabinet.

As soon as I got the slippers, the bony grip on my ankle loosened.

Yuan Qingli breathed a sigh of relief, quickly changed into the hotel slippers, and then watched helplessly as those bony hands pinched her shoes and placed them on the shoe rack by the door.

Indeed, the bone hand seemed to dislike the shoes, only using a small portion of its bone fingers to pinch the edge of the shoe.

Ha, what a devil!

They're so clean, yet they don't even bother to clean the hallway properly.

With her heart pounding like a rollercoaster all day, Yuan Qingli closed her eyes, feeling slightly tired.

She had just looked around and realized there was no sofa in the room, only a bed.

She didn't know what looked like outside the window, as it was all completely blocked by the curtains.

She didn't have the courage to open it; who knew what kind of terrifying thing would appear that would scare her half to death?

She entered the brothel at 5:05 PM and saw the clock on the wall in the lobby. It was 5:18 PM now, but those 13 minutes felt like an eternity.

Since we're going to sleep here tonight, we need to check it thoroughly.

Even if the check-up is done, I'm not sure if I'll be able to fall asleep.

The room layout is very simple. Apart from where Yuan Qingli is standing now, there is a toilet near the door.

The toilet wasn't big, but it had everything you needed.

The toilet, bathtub, and washbasin are all fully equipped.

Yuan Qingli glanced at it, confirmed that there was no problem, and was about to leave.

A cell phone suddenly rang.

Old music drifted intermittently into Yuan Qingli's ears.

Yuan Qingli felt as if her legs were made of lead, and her eyes widened slightly.

Her phone disappeared as soon as she entered this world.

So whose ringtone is this?

She was alone in the room.

The sound is getting clearer and clearer...

The bell was coming from the bathtub, accompanied by vibration.

She dared not move.

But the ringing was like a relentless, death knell, refusing to stop. The sound grew increasingly urgent, as if played at double speed, making one's heart race.

It seems that the rattling won't stop unless Yuan Qingli accepts it.