Chapter 962

Not far from the Imperial Capital is the Yanshan Mountain range, and in these mountains, someone built a hotel—viewing the red leaves all over the mountains is also a scene of the Imperial Capital. And this place has the spiritual beauty of Jiangnan, with spring water tinkling in the mountains, which is also top-tier good water within the Imperial Capital area. This was also the first batch of places to have problems after the strange changes occurred.

For many years, this place has swallowed many lives one after another, with very few survivors, and almost all of them have lost their memories of being in the hotel. This hotel stood in the mountains, with a parking lot on the outside, where the sun was bright. Cheng Yijiu breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the three-story building blocked by the closure tape not far away.

With one main building plus two wings, it looked semi-circular, embracing a square in the middle. Behind the building was a mountain lake, a very small lake, only about one mile in circumference. The entire hotel had 120 guest rooms, two restaurants, a bar, a dance hall, and a gym. Since the first large-scale casualties occurred, this hotel had been abandoned for thirty years.

Bai Lang looked at the photos. In the photos, there was barbed wire prohibiting entry and a big padlock. The hotel photographed in the photos looked dilapidated, weathered by wind and rain, and long uninhabited. Then the camera turned, the same scene, but the hotel was brightly lit and looked brand new. "Sealed period and active period." Bai Jie said. This time, for some reason, it suddenly entered an active period again.

This is a headache. Once this thing enters an active period, it will pull people in. Within a radius of a hundred kilometers in the central area, it pulls people into the hotel at will, and then it's missing, death, and so on.

The car drove very fast, directly along the highway into the mountainous area. There was a fork in the road here with roadblocks, but now they were opened by the soldiers on duty. The vehicles continued up along the highway, and not long after, they saw the opened barbed wire gate, and the hotel behind was as brand new...

The fully armed team members lined up and rushed into the hotel...

Bai Lang just turned his eyes, and the next moment he found that the clothes on his body had become daily wear, standing in the hotel lobby queuing to check in—his teammates also lost all weapons, at least the weapons they were carrying on the surface were gone, and the clothes on their bodies had also become daily attire. "Yo, didn't expect that even the people in the hotel were pulled over. Do they also have to 'perform' according to their identities?"

Bai Lang was a traveler, so after checking in, he should go to his room—he observed that including his teammates, it seemed their thinking had been covered? "Is this considered a phantom dream?" Bai Lang felt it was quite funny. In his divine eyes, this hotel didn't have any changes; it was just a texture map covering the dilapidated building.

It's just that this texture map was so realistic that it could actually work.

"This ghost place doesn't have specific ghosts; it's purely a problem of the place—this place is evil enough! It seems there are rules?" Bai Lang arrived at his room and found a piece of paper stuck behind the door, with eight rules written on it. Bai Lang glanced at it casually; he was too lazy to remember—anyway, there must be requirements like not being able to go out at night, and all kinds of character classifications to confuse the public.

And Bai Lang was going to go for a ride freely at night!

If you observe carefully, you will find that this place seems to recover dead people quite quickly, and those who haven't walked out of the illusion have no fear of the dead, and no concept of sudden disappearance. "If you don't find a way to break the illusion quickly, you'll have to die here stupidly." Bai Lang sighed for his colleagues and the unlucky ghosts who were pulled in.

He was now swaggering out to wander at night, wanting to see what kind of rules were killing people—was it direct erasure or was there an executing monster? Now it seemed more like the phantom space directly swallowing people. Looking at the situation where it turned into an endless corridor after stepping in, and the door behind him also disappeared, Bai Lang thought so.

What appeared were pale men in black, without facial features, with slender hands and feet, black suits and black hats, and the joints of their five fingers were much more than humans, and their fingers were also too long. This kind of guy came out in a group. Endless corridors plus these things, it seemed they were prepared to quickly "recover" rule-breakers. Bai Lang crossed his palms, his left palm clawed upward from the ground, and his right palm circled his body in an arc toward the sky. Vaguely, only a heavenly dragon could be seen gradually taking shape around Bai Lang.

"If you want to solve the problem with quick group attacks, it's either the North Wind Walk or the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Let's see my Dragon Fighting in the Wild!" Bai Lang laughed arrogantly and wildly. With a push of his palm, a heavenly dragon let out a deep dragon roar and filled the entire corridor, pushing forward...

At the same time, Bai Lang let out a roar, a roar of penetration, the kind that directly collapses space, "Saiyans can roar, can't I?!"

The heavenly dragon made of true Qi pushed all the way. The black suits on the opposite side were of no use, directly annihilated in the dragon Qi, while the endless corridor kept trembling. The entire texture map was dropping frames, and even snowflake patterns appeared. As Bai Lang's Tiger Roar roar true Qi surged, it directly tore apart the space in front of him—it was just a virtual space created by a rule-based creepypasta, what kind of bird is that!

Space twisted, and then shattered like a soap bubble, revealing the corridor outside the original guest room. Bai Lang reached out and grabbed. The dragon-shaped Qi energy that appeared in the corridor didn't have time to cause great destruction before it turned back and flew over, being dissolved again by Bai Lang's palm. This rule could be considered finished. Under the chain reaction, I don't know what strange changes will happen, but a considerable number of people should wake up.

For Bai Lang, a place with no threat was almost a dead end for others. The moment Bai Lang crushed the night corridor rule, Bai Jie and the other main team members' eyes condensed, and they broke free from the illusion. The next moment, the clothes on their bodies recovered to combat uniforms—if they hadn't broken free in time, even the combat uniforms they were wearing would have been covered by the daily attire in the illusion, and wouldn't have played any defensive role at all.

The danger lies here. Once they break free, according to the reports of the teams that have successfully handled this problem before, the difficulty is not very, very large, but the battle will appear quite intense—after all, the process of sealing is actually confronting the rules. Wanting to comply with the rules to solve the problem is impossible; that can only let you escape alive, but cannot solve this hotel.

The rules here will change from time to time. Lucky people with enough intelligence can find opportunities to escape within a certain time limit—this will definitely happen. Rule-based creepypastas are like this, but if the time limit is exceeded, the rules will become more and more dead, and in the end, it will be a net from which there is no escape, and one can only die. ===== CHAPTER 963 =====