Si Jin was carried away by Mo Linyuan.

I woke up at 11 a.m. the next day on the round bed in the couples' themed suite on the top floor of the Binzhi Hotel.

Reaching out, I gently brushed aside the surrounding crimson veil, my fingertips, still slightly numb from the faint red glow, tinged with a hint of tinge.

Si Jin breathed a sigh of relief, sat up, and got dressed and washed up.

Because the Rakshasa resides in his sea of ​​consciousness, the pain-blocking effect is obvious.

Therefore, the first feeling after a sleepless night is exhaustion.

Tired but happy.

My body has already been cleaned.

Besides the numerous traces of mixed blue and red.

Nothing else... was left behind.

Si Jin came out of the bathroom, yawned, and leaned lazily against the headboard.

While waiting for Mo Linyuan to return with the food, she observed the little red chair by the French windows with great interest.

A small chair big enough for two people to sit facing each other.

Even now, the watermarks are still wet.

Bathed in the sunlight, it shimmered with a sparkling light.

The faint scent of photinia blossoms filled the air, creating a beautiful yet absurd atmosphere.

Si Jin propped her head up and looked around, recalling what had happened yesterday.

After leaving the priest's hall of the church, Mo Linyuan did indeed lead him for a while. Fifteen kilometers ahead was the original home of the Ming family, the ancestral home of the Ming family.

But for some reason, when I get here, I always encounter a "ghost wall".

They hadn't been able to advance another kilometer by late at night.

Not wanting to waste any more time, the two decided to find a hotel to rest.

It's supposed to be a rest, but actually...

I didn't get enough rest either.

Perhaps embarrassed by the ambiguous watermarks, the sunlight gradually disappeared.

The sky outside began to darken, initially a grayish-blue like that of dusk, but within three seconds, the night became completely pitch black.

Si Jin turned on the light, looked at the wall clock and her own watch, and confirmed that it was indeed 11:05.

It's only noon, and the sun was shining brightly just now. How come night has fallen now?

There were no stars in the night sky, and the surrounding environment was terrifyingly dark.

Suddenly someone shouted, "The ghost bride is here to choose a groom again!!!"

Then, *smack!*

All the lights went out, the power supply was damaged, and the entire hotel instantly descended into chaos.

People turned on their phone flashlights and quickly walked outside.

They gathered in the hall, attempting to escape.

However, the "ghost bride" seemed to have anticipated this.

They had already locked all the doors and windows of the hotel, trapping everyone inside.

Si Jin followed her out the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped outside, I felt a cold drop fall onto my hand.

A faint, fishy smell wafted over, and Si Jin's eyes darkened; she roughly guessed what it was.

He protected his eyes with divine power, enabling him to see in the dark.

Sure enough, when I looked up, I saw a man's corpse.

The corpse was deathly pale, and its lips seemed to have been torn open all the way to behind its ears, forming a strange and tragic smile.

The corpse seemed to notice that Si Jin was looking at him.

Her tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, and she began to struggle desperately, waving at Si Jin incessantly, as if...

SOS?

Si Jin went back into her room to get a handkerchief to wipe her hands before going out and standing a little further away. She looked up and asked, "You want me to save you?"

Upon hearing this, the man became even more agitated, letting out muffled sobs from his split "mouth" and struggling even more violently.

His limbs were sewn to the ceiling with needle and thread.

With the slightest movement, the skin and flesh tore apart, a sight that grew increasingly gruesome.

Suddenly, the hotel's emergency system activated, and the central headlights blazed on.

At the same time, the man on Si Jin's head had already broken free of his limbs despite the excruciating pain.

The needle and thread around her waist couldn't support her entire body weight, causing her to fall down with a "thud".

Blood and gore.

At the same time, a familiar force immediately pulled Si Jin back, bringing her into Wei Liang's embrace.