Jiang Ji edited the message and replied:

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Then I took a photo and sent it to him, but the light in the corridor was too dim and I couldn’t see anything clearly.

This time the message was sent immediately and the other party replied with a voice message within seconds.

Jiang Ji just chose "Convert to text" and within a few seconds a square of the word "death" appeared in the dialog box, which was very rude.

She frowned and placed the phone quietly to her ear. The voice coming out of the receiver seemed to be stuck with phlegm, greedily clinging to her ear: "Okay... I'll wait for you, you must come..."

Then there were rustling sounds and giggling sounds. It sounded like there was more than one person there and it was quite lively.

Jiang Ji didn't turn on the speaker, but the corridor had its own reverberation, so the little golden retriever could hear it clearly and started pinching his philtrum frantically.

What? Jiang Ji looked back at the pair of eyes that had a dizzy effect: "Brother, is this your first time facing something weird?"

"This is different," Ah Jin argued weakly, "This is the blood suppression of Chinese terror, the awe in our bones."

A dark, old hotel, a strange shrine with feet dangling in the air on the wall; a remote county town that continues the custom of ghost marriages, a wedding procession with paper figurines playing musical instruments and singing... This sense of fear that follows him everywhere makes his scalp tingle just by thinking of such a scene.

Jiang Ji: “…”

It's really strange. How come the protagonist of the hot-blooded comic who almost exploded in the "Fairy Tale Sin" ghost story is now going backwards? Jiang Ji didn't understand and pulled the blond young man to the front of the stairs.

"From now on, you go in front."

"Don't tease me."

Jiang Ji smiled: "Are you sure you want to let a girl who has no special powers and just recovered from a serious illness take the lead?"

“…”

The little golden retriever stopped talking and moved to the front reluctantly.

The corridor was too narrow. When the two exchanged positions, they had to move sideways and carefully avoid the damp gray-black walls. If something appeared at this time, they would not even be able to escape.

There were many cracks on the walls on both sides caused by water leakage, and moss grew from the bottom to the top. The long staircase led to darkness. Who knew what was waiting for an opportunity? Ah Jin licked his cracked lips and carefully counted the steps: "One, two, three... eleven, twelve."

"……Thirteen."

Ajin stared at the extra step, his pupils trembling.

Fool, fuck, fuck!

There really is a thirteenth step!

Jiang Ji followed closely behind the blond young man. Her eyes quietly emitted a dark golden halo in the darkness. She stared at the dark fourth-floor platform vigilantly and calmly. This step appeared out of thin air in her mental power, and she quickly entered the scene thirty seconds later!

There was no wind in the corridor, nor was there any sound of wind, but that thing was hanging in the air, swaying slowly. It was a pair of feet.

The dangling pair of embroidered shoes were stained with blood, the white socks were dirty and turned the color of mud, and the red wedding dress on her body had become dull and faded.

The female corpse was hung from the ceiling by a rope, and her gray and dead eyes suddenly opened.

The ghost face that was somewhat similar to Fang He turned into Ajin in the blink of an eye. His skin was gray and his tongue was sticking out, as if he had been dead for a long time. At this time, Ajin in front of him slowly turned his head, and surprisingly, he had turned into another gray and rotten face!

Jiang Ji felt a sharp pain in his neck and lost consciousness.

It was sent very quickly, the scene broke, and Jiang Ji returned to reality.

"Don't move." She heard her own voice speak calmly, almost in an imperative tone, "Don't look up."

"Okay..." Ajin was a useless but obedient protagonist. Although he was sweating profusely, he did not move at all.

As soon as the ghost in wedding dress appeared, Jiang Ji threw the Poseidon's scepter in his hand over.

Highlight a lack of martial ethics.

In Ajin's imagination, the female ghost was hit by the scepter of Poseidon without any preparation, and she let out a hoarse scream and heard a sizzling sound of oil popping. The place where the scepter touched was corroded and left a burnt brown mark, emitting a roasted smell and a smoky stench.

Even though it is a fallen divine staff, it is not something that low-level monsters can touch.

The hanged man was obviously frightened by this scene. He turned around and jumped away.

Ajin breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was in the front just now and the ghost girl's foot was only one centimeter away from his forehead.

With Jiang Ji behind him, he had no way to retreat. If Jiang Ji hadn't hit the female ghost in wedding clothes, he would have probably died in vain today.

Ah Jin scratched his messy blond hair and said, "You have a pretty good aim."

The mutant in Tongda cafeteria last time was hit in the vitals by Jiang Ji's kitchen knife, and its flesh was shredded all over the ground.

He had thought it was a coincidence before, but now it seems that it might be the sister living in Jiang Ji's body that was showing her power.

Jiang Ji stepped onto the fourth floor platform and picked up the Scepter of Poseidon on the ground. He could feel the confusion and grievance of the Scepter of Poseidon. It was obviously a divine staff that could summon wind and rain and create tsunamis, but it was now being used for physical attacks simply because Jiang Ji's current mental strength was not enough to drive it.

"I understand that sometimes being alone outside with only a stick can be quite helpless. Please bear with me."

Jiang Ji looked around. The female ghost in wedding dress looked very similar to Fang He. It was most likely Fang Mi. She was fleeing towards the rooftop.

The fourth floor is the top floor, and above that is the rooftop with a wide view.

Ajin stayed on the fourth floor. She went up the stairs and came to a rusty vermilion iron door. Judging from the marks on the door, this door was usually locked, but for some reason it was open tonight, leaving a crack ajar, and a flickering red light shone through the gap.

Jiang Ji sensed something bad happening and stepped back decisively.

She is not stupid. Even a tiger needs to know when to use it.

Jiang Ji walked towards the fourth floor without any reluctance. When she heard the knocking sound coming from outside the iron door behind her, she walked faster.

To the left of the stairs is a public washbasin with the sound of dripping water coming from inside, and to the right are densely packed rooms.

There is a long corridor on the fourth floor with room numbers on both sides. The rooms are very close to each other, so it is hard to imagine how cramped it is inside.

They counted the room numbers until they reached the corner. There was only one room at the corner, and on the spiderweb-covered number plate was written: 444.

Room 443 was right next door. Jiang Ji and A Jin looked at each other, walked to Room 444, and knocked on the dusty door.

Then he took a step back, tapping the Poseidon Scepter rhythmically in his hand, "Fang He, open the door, I'm here to play with you."

There is a cold gaze in the cat's eyes