As I listened to this guy yelling back and forth, I started to hesitate a little.

Didn't Fatty Zhou already make it very clear that his hotel is basically never visited?

Where did this guy come from? And he's an old man; judging from his appearance, he's probably very familiar with this place.

I looked through them, especially at the one with the closed eye, which seemed to still have some dirt inside.

The other eye was open, but the eyeball was grayish, staring intently at the door.

"Could it be that the evil aura here suddenly rose up as soon as that Boss Zhou left?"

If that's the case, then everything makes sense.

"When Fatty Zhou was around, this old man never came out. Now that Fatty's gone, he's popped out!"

The lightning sword was shouting in my head.

Holy crap, that's definitely possible.

I was starting to feel a little apprehensive.

If what Lei Jijian said is true, then letting Zhou Pangzi go was really not the right choice.

In this way, we've essentially given away the only talisman we had.

If Fatty were here, things might be a little better, and these shoes wouldn't dare to come over. But as soon as Fatty left, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine!

I ignored the old man outside and instead turned to look at the girl.

"Yiyi, you seem to have plenty of energy right now."

Yiyi slowly closed her eyes and took a moment to feel it.

And it was because of this feeling of hers that I felt she was radiating a faint glow.

This light seemed to be a manifestation of the energy within the girl's body, but unlike before, this time she was releasing it completely outward.

I'd venture to guess that after the boss left, the girl felt a strange unease, and it was this unease that drove the energy within her to be released.

"Also, it's definitely nighttime now."

Yiyi then slowly spoke.

I nodded, which made sense. At least the time was definitely messed up, otherwise the sunlight outside wouldn't be able to get in.

Besides the sunlight, I further concluded that this old man was probably not a good person either.

I glanced at the guy outside again; his mouth was slightly crooked, looking like he was both crying and laughing.

His nose is a little flat, and there is some bleeding at the corner of his mouth.

He looks exactly like a beggar or a hardworking laborer.

"Is anyone there? Open the door!"

The old man knocked on the door again, but this time he knocked four times in a row.

The speed is very uniform.

Holy crap.

I remember it clearly: the person knocks three times, and the ghost knocks four times.

Could it be that this old man has already revealed his hand?

I asked the girl next to me, and she felt that this guy also had ill intentions.

But it's not necessarily a ghost. After all, even though such places are expensive, it's impossible for someone to come here by such a coincidence.

This makes it seem like they're specifically targeting us.

But his voice sounded so much like that of someone collecting debts.

"Is anyone home? Open the door!"

As he spoke, the old man suddenly slammed the nylon bag in his hand to the ground, making a metallic clanging sound.

The old man was still carrying his farm tools when he left.

I listened quietly for about three minutes, and the old man kept knocking on the door, saying one thing and doing another.

It's as if I'm talking to thin air.

Especially that line, "We're here." From my position, he can't see us at all. How could he possibly sense that we've arrived?

I felt a chill run down my spine.

"If you don't open it soon, I'll come in myself!"

The old man was calling out from outside like he was demanding death.

At that moment, both the girl and I were very hesitant.

Just now, when I was looking for you, you were knocking on the door. As soon as I asked who you were, you disappeared. But now, you're just standing there like an idiot.

Could it be the same moviegoer from before?

My guess is...

If it's a movie critic, then we're really in trouble.

This guy can steal things and attack us without us even noticing; that shadowy figure is definitely not a good person.

Now this old man is so rough and swearing, I really don't think he has anything to do with that efficient filmmaker.

Moreover, Fatty Zhou told us that the prototype of this movie character is actually a sea scabies worm that has cultivated to a certain level.

Finally, it completely attaches itself to the shadow, appearing in a form of nothingness.

Thinking about this made me even more puzzled.

There's absolutely no way to connect these two people.

And it was at this very moment that the old man was still outside, knocking on the door incessantly.

Not only that, he also seemed to have pulled out a broken iron pickaxe from his nylon bag and was banging it on the floor.

Just as we were hesitating, the Thunder Strike Sword spoke in my mind.

"Master, this place is too cold and gloomy. I have a feeling that this old man is not a good person!"

A black aura emanated from his body…

Black mist?

That makes things much easier!

Hearing those two words, I felt a sense of relief. If it had been some unknown person, that would have been the most terrifying thing.

However, at the moment, this old man is at most just an ordinary evil spirit!

But as they lived opposite each other, he noticed that the old man's eyes were widening, and his cloudy eyeballs were almost bulging out of their sockets.

We remained silent for a while, but the old man suddenly became agitated and slammed his pickaxe into the ground.

With a snap, the wooden handle broke in two.

"Open the door! You fatso, do you think I'm easy to bully? It's not like I'm not going to give you money!"

The pickaxe he was holding clanged on the ground, and he would occasionally pound the door hard.

I could see that he was about to smash the door open.

After all, the door was only slightly ajar and wasn't locked at all.

What's going on?

Logically speaking, if this person really wanted to come in, he should have forced the door open long ago.

The way he shouts around here makes me feel there's something strangely out of place about him.

It's as if they're simultaneously cursing the boss and being afraid of what's inside.

The old man's voice suddenly rose again: "Open it! This time I brought money!"

The sound was as jarring as a broken gong.

His mouth was even more crooked, and looking at his dry mouth with saliva mixed with his chapped lips, it was really disgusting.

At that moment, I finally couldn't resist and opened the door.

When I finally saw the old man's face, I realized that my earlier judgment had been somewhat flawed.

Tata isn't wrinkled or cracked at all; it's just a piece of waste paper that's been stepped on by hundreds of people and thrown on the ground!

It looks like a face made from scrap paper!