Jiang Ji didn't want to talk, so he took out a high-powered flashlight from his backpack. It was small but it was said to be the 8.0 version of the laser cannon.

This flashlight was fully charged when I went out. After it was turned on, it lit up briefly for a few seconds and then went out with a bang.

Ajin: “…Damn.” Is this place so dangerous?

Jiang Ji pursed his lips, his expression a little serious: "This is the first time I use it, and it was free thanks to the efforts of the entire office."

Even Ying Huai was chased by her and downloaded Bing Xixi, helping her cut a precious blow.

Ah Jin: “…”

Is this the point now?!

Ajin felt strange. Without lighting or navigation, he had no idea how Fang He managed to arrive at Ping'an Hotel safely.

Jiang Ji thought about it, then took out the Poseidon's Scepter from her cross-body bag. The bent scepter was just big enough for her to put into her bag.

She patted the scepter in the manner of an old TV, "Hey, old man, are you there? Come out and light up."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Ajin vaguely saw that before her hand fell, the scepter was already shaking like PTSD.

The huge sapphire on the top of the scepter, which had an eerie and evil aura, emitted a bright white light.

The dim light reminded people of bones and the skin color of the dead. They could barely see the small piece of land under their feet, and they couldn't see anything further. Before Jiang Ji could say anything, a shrill voice came out of the messenger bag: "What's wrong with you? This little light is enough to kill you!"

Stimulated by this, the Poseidon's scepter hissed and the priceless sapphire started burning.

In the eerie and cold white flames, ghost faces kept rolling along with resentful screams and curses. Corpse oil dripped onto the gray and wet cement floor, emitting the stench of rancid fat.

This is very bright.

The brown stains on the walls on both sides of the alley were clearly visible.

I tried hard, but the art form is a bit disgusting. Jiang Ji handed it to A Jin with some disdain, "You take it."

Ah Jin Gang took it, and the vengeful spirits who were used as fuel spit at him resentfully, "Tui! Get out!"

Ajin: “…” That’s too much!

"Oh," the shrill voice said again, "you are not hygienic at all. Master, hold me and I will show you the way."

Jiang Ji took out the magic mirror, and the mirror imitated the map navigation, marking their location and route.

The magic mirror pinched its throat and said: "Considering the current dark sky, the eye protection mode has been turned on for you~"

Ah Jin: “…”

Poseidon's Scepter: "..."

As a mirror, how can it be licked like this?

The houses on both sides were uneven in height, only slightly higher than the walls. They walked in this eerie and silent alley. In the unlit darkness all around, dense ghost shadows followed them quietly, but did not dare to approach under the terrifying white light.

The ghost blocking the way saw the dangerous white light, his face changed drastically, and he quickly retreated.

What kind of family is this? The scepter of Poseidon is a torch, the sea spirits are used as fuel, the magic mirror is used as a pad, and the mirror spirit is used as Siri.

The two successfully found the Ping'an Hotel.

The ghost fire went out, and Ajin wiped the corpse oil clean with a tissue. Jiang Ji still felt disgusted and refused to put it in his bag, so Ajin could only hold it in his hand.

The hotel in front of me stood alone, a solitary four-story building with a sign hanging vertically on the side. The sign had turned yellow under the wind and sun, and the red letters on it seemed to be written with paint, hung up before it was dry, and flowing down like blood.

It looks very old inside and out. It doesn't look like it was built twenty years ago, but more like an antique from the last century.

The building is seriously aged, the wall paint is peeling off and the lock of the rolling door is rusty.

A red light was on on the first floor, but the lights were off on the upper floors, with dark windows facing them.

The dirty glass door was ajar, and there was a red tape on the glass with some slogans that had fallen off. Many of the words were missing, and it was no longer possible to tell what the original words were.

Jiang Ji stepped over the wet steps and pushed the door open. The empty hall was furnished with a dark leather sofa and a low long table.

There were unknown stains on the sofa, and the hall exuded a rotten smell from the inside. There was a shrine on the wall, with red candles burning on both sides. The red silk cloth blocked the statue inside, but the red cloth was not long enough, revealing a pair of clay feet, with the feet dangling in the air.

I don’t know why, but as soon as I step into this place, I feel depressed.

There was a curly-haired woman sitting at the front desk, her eyes fixed on a pitch-black cell phone, as if she couldn't hear what they were saying. She didn't say a word the entire time, just asked for money and then threw a key over. She didn't ask what kind of room they were staying in, and didn't even ask for their identity information.

Tourism was booming during the short holiday and all the surrounding hotels were fully booked, except for this place which still had quite a few vacancies.

Jiang Ji glanced at the cigarette box and saw a bunch of house keys starting with 2 and 3.

But the woman gave them number 443, also on the fourth floor.

She didn't say anything, picked up the key and turned away, sending a message to Fang He: I can't find a hotel, I can only stay at Ping'an Hotel, crying.

The message kept spinning in circles, and the signal box above seemed to be mocking her, and finally turned into a red exclamation mark indicating "Failed to send".

The elevator is at the corner of the lobby. There are two elevators, one is very large and the other is too small.

Jiang Ji didn't take the elevator, but turned and walked towards the corridor.

Ajin didn't know what she was going to do, but Jiang Ji's leadership qualities made him trust her unconsciously.

The corridor was particularly eerie and quiet. The black and grey floor was a little slippery and sticky. Ajin held the Poseidon's scepter tightly in his hand.

Jiang Jiben was also a little scared. If it was Ying Huai who was by her side now, she might have thoughts of dependence and laziness, and would have praised him sweetly and then huddled behind Ying Huai to act as the commander of the fountain. But when she saw the timid little golden retriever, her hen's wings puffed up.

Help, Ji Ji sighed, who wants to be a mom fan?

The corridor is very narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass through.

On each floor's resting platform, which is already limited in area, there is a floor-to-ceiling mirror placed against the ground, and the reflection of the figure is mottled and messy.

The corridor was dark and eerie, and the tiny amount of light coming in from the windows was just enough to see the steps below.

Jiang Ji lowered his head and counted the steps.

"One, two, three... eleven, twelve."

Every time she reached a floor, she would carefully observe her surroundings. Even if her reaction time was long, Ah Jin had already figured it out, as if she had suddenly realized something.