"Director Fang."
Unsurprisingly, Rong Shang was stopped by him.
A faint smile played on her lips as she glanced over, only to see Director Fang looking troubled. "Director, what's wrong?"
"Weiyang." Director Fang seemed a little embarrassed as he recalled what he had said to her last night.
However, after glancing at Boss Sheng at the front desk, he still said, "Could we talk in private for a moment?"
"Um."
...
That night, the heavy rain continued to pour down. After two days of rain, the water outside the hotel had reached ankle-deep.
Rong Shang followed Director Fang to the hotel entrance. She looked up and saw that the thick sky was shrouded in a black cloth, which looked very eerie and terrifying.
Beside him, Director Fang took out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The "click" sound was not loud and was immediately drowned out by the torrential rain outside.
"Weiyang, did you say those things to me last night because you know something?"
"No."
Looking at the heavy rain outside, Rong Shang's expression was somewhat indifferent. "Director Fang is overthinking it."
"I just think that you're used to staying in city hotels, so you'll definitely find it hard to adjust to staying in a small inn in the countryside."
How should I say it?
If the answer is "yes," then there really is a ghost here?
Moreover, staying here would mean a near certain death.
This would likely cause extreme panic among these people, or make them see her as an oddball.
Rong Shang would not do something so thankless and exhausting.
But Director Fang still had some doubts, "Really?"
"But what happened these past two days..."
Isn't that really strange?
Rong Shang did not respond to him.
Just then, melodious yet melancholic piano music rang out, as if coming from a downpour, adding an eerie touch to the quiet night.
When Rong Shang heard the zither music, she raised an eyebrow. When she looked up again into the rain, she saw a beautiful pavilion in the middle of the road, surrounded by thick white mist.
Inside the pavilion, a man dressed in flowing white robes sat in the center, in front of a black piano.
As his fair and beautiful hands landed on the piano keys, the melodious and melancholic music began to play once again.
The pavilion was now surrounded by a crowd of people, young and old.
However, such a lively scene seems out of place in this heavy rain.
Rong Shang discovered that, apart from her, neither Director Fang nor Boss Sheng in the hotel could see her; one was smoking, and the other was continuing to watch a TV series.
In other words, what Rong Chang was seeing was not a person from this world, but a ghost from another world.
"Weiyang, what are you looking at?"
With a somber expression, Director Fang took a drag of his cigarette and looked up, only to be caught off guard by Rong Shang's deep gaze fixed on the heavy rain ahead.
When a gust of cold wind carrying rain drifted by, he couldn't help but shrink his head.
"It's so cold here."
He stood there for a while, but still didn't get a response from Rong Shang.
He was prompted to look into the rain as well, but all he saw was a white expanse, the surrounding scenery already shrouded in the downpour.
"Weiyang, Weiyang?"
He called out several times before Rong Shang came to her senses and turned to look at him. "What is it?"
"What are you looking at? What are you thinking? I've been calling you for so long and you haven't responded yet."
Director Fang brought the cigarette to his lips and took a puff, his expression growing increasingly serious.
What's going on? These past two days, everyone seems to be possessed.
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