Chapter 58: Third Floor

Luo Suyi cautiously approached the skull indicated by Chen Shoushan; the skulls hovering midway also did not attack him, which made him somewhat relieved.

Huang Fei and Lin Luo Yin, meanwhile, tacitly kept a certain distance behind Luo Suyi, following silently.

When he was only a few meters from the skull, Luo Suyi stopped, took a deep breath, and then the pores on his skin suddenly dilated, turning into countless black dots, and numerous blood-red blood lines slowly emerged from those pores.

Innumerable blood lines eerily spread toward the rotting skull; if a trypophobia patient saw this scene, they would likely die on the spot.

Huang Fei and Lin Luo Yin were evidently unfazed, merely staring nervously, afraid something might go wrong.

Countless blood lines spread from bottom to top, soon enveloping the rotting skull; when the skull was tightly wrapped by the blood lines, the countless skulls previously hovering in midair in the corridor gradually vanished.

The ghost that was the source of the skull balloons was suppressed, which even seemed unbelievably simple to Luo Suyi; Huang Fei and Lin Luo Yin also breathed a sigh of relief—no accident was naturally the best outcome.

"Not bad."

From not far away came Chen Shoushan's laughing praise.

Luo Suyi's facial pores then began to shrink, while the countless blood lines that had spread out started to retreat back into the pores, although a portion remained on the skull and was not fully retracted.

However, it was still clearly visible that Luo Suyi's pores were much coarser than when they first met—this was the price he paid for using his supernatural power; when his pores were dilated to a certain extent and he could no longer restrain the blood lines within his body, that would be his time of death.

Luo Suyi silently handed over the skull wrapped in blood lines to Chen Shoushan.

Chen Shoushan stepped back slightly, eyeing the skull in Luo Suyi's hand with some distaste; the ghost rope was merely dirty—washing his hands would fix that—but a skull rotted to this extent couldn't be solved by washing hands.

"Hold it for me—this is your payment!"

Chen Shoushan ignored the skull Luo Suyi offered without changing expression, smiled, pulled a coin from his pocket, and handed it to Luo Suyi.

"……"

"Isn't this an insult? Which ghost isn't sold at a price in the hundreds of millions? One coin! I spit!"

Luo Suyi cursed angrily in his heart, but honestly said aloud, "Thank you, brother… I'll just not take this coin."

Chen Shoushan asked again, somewhat amused, "Are you sure?"

"Or maybe I should take it…"

Luo Suyi decisively changed his wording.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—don't bully the poor youth! Chen Shoushan, you wait for me!"

Behind them, Huang Fei and Lin Luo Mei looked at Luo Suyi with some sympathy; as expected of the captain, he can indeed bend and stretch.

But it cannot be denied that Luo Suyi's thick skin has spared them many unnecessary crises.

Who knows how many supernatural missions Luo Suyi has refused with his thick face; otherwise, the three of them, mere small fry, would have died long ago in some supernatural incident.

Luo Suyi carefully took the coin from Chen Shoushan's hand.

"Huh? Hmm!!"

Luo Suyi stared in shock at Chen Shoushan, clearly feeling that the ghost inside him was rapidly subsiding, or rather becoming "weak," although Luo Suyi knew ghosts don't actually weaken…

He finally understood why Chen Shoushan could so easily dispel the ghost rope; Luo Suyi, who can also suppress ghosts, had heard of such ability before—his boss Ye Zhen possessed it—but once a ghost is suppressed, it can no longer use any abilities, and those Ghost Masters who rely on their internal ghost to survive might just kick the bucket directly.

But Chen Shoushan is different…

This is the difference between weakness and suppression.

"Brother, can I get two more coins?"

Luo Suyi looked at his two dazed teammates behind him and bluntly asked, thick‑skinned.

"Face isn't as important as life—just that one coin earlier made Luo Suyi feel he could at least live another month."

Lin Luo Mei and Huang Fei were stunned; their captain really seemed too adept at bending and stretching.

Looking at the thick‑skinned Luo Suyi before him, Chen Shoushan smiled lightly and said, "There's nothing in the world that can be obtained without effort!"

If precious things could be easily obtained, they would no longer be precious; Chen Shoushan naturally knows this principle.

"I understand! From now on, please make sure we get to take action on whatever comes next!"

Luo Suyi also knew he couldn't be too greedy; this life‑saving coin is obviously precious at a glance, and Chen Shoushan's intention isn't to withhold it but to have them first earn merit.

"Come on, let's keep going!"

Chen Shoushan encouraged the eager‑to‑perform Luo Suyi with a smile.

After saying that, Chen Shoushan took the ghost rope and led the way to the third floor, using his connection with Tong Qian and Li Leping to roughly sense their whereabouts.

"Got it!"

Luo Suyi tried to trot after Chen Shoushan, but the stern‑looking Huang Fei behind him grabbed him back.

"Are you okay? Did you use too much supernatural power? But your ghost isn't a water ghost—how did water get into your head?"

Huang Fei said with a hint of worry, after all Luo Suyi's recent performance was rather abnormal!

"It could also be that the blood lines wrapped around his brain!"

Lin Luo Mei held up her small writing board.

"……"

Luo Suyi looked at the two speechlessly; although he had just been thick‑skinned trying to beg two more coins from Chen Shoushan, he still saw their concern.

The three of them could be considered veterans among Ghost Masters, yet they haven't become emotionless; instead, they strive to maintain everyone's feelings, full of care for friends, rather than being tormented into heartless, unjust lunatics like most other Ghost Masters.

"Damn, you two can't just think of me in a good light—do you know what this is?"

Luo Suyi mysteriously produced the coin Chen Shoushan gave him and said.

Seeing Luo Suyi still able to retort, Huang Fei and the others relaxed considerably; he seemed normal.

"It's just a coin—could it even be your life?"

Huang Fei asked, baffled.

A few seconds later…

Seeing the shock on Huang Fei's and the others' faces, Luo Suyi smirked triumphantly; now you know why Brother licked it, huh?

"Damn, quit laughing—hurry up and follow the boss! With your thick skin, go up and suck up some more!"

Huang Fei anxiously said to Luo Suyi.

Luosu Yi was speechless, but still hurriedly brought the two people and followed Chen Shoushan.

But at this moment, the third floor was somewhat off.

Chen Shoushan discovered that the entire third floor had been filled with thick fog, and the fog's strange restriction kept it confined to the third floor; when on the second floor, he felt no trace of fog.

Standing in the corridor between the second and third floors, Chen Shoushan silently observed this thick fog.

This is the ghost mist controlled by Feng Quan, but it has now appeared on the third floor……

If I remember correctly, the killing rule of the ghost mist is that ordinary people who enter the mist unconsciously inhale the fog, and once they have absorbed a certain amount, they will be assimilated by the thick fog and become part of it.

For Ghost Masters, however, it is more difficult, because the ghosts within them naturally counteract the inhaled mist; only when the inhaled mist is too great for their internal ghosts to resist will they be turned into mist.

The higher the terror level of the ghost being controlled, the longer the resistance lasts, or one can even walk sideways in the ghost mist without problem.

"What is this situation, is it also a supernatural event?"

Huang Fei, who had caught up, asked uncertainly.

"Is this a game? One boss per floor? If we fight to the fourth floor, we won't make it upstairs!"

Luosu Yi couldn't help but complain.

The supernatural incidents occurring in this hotel alone surpass the total of all supernatural events their trio has handled!

It must be said, he really hit the mark—in the Caesar Hotel's fourth floor, a certain nonexistent corridor directly connects to a supernatural site where countless supernaturals captured by the Seven Elders of the Republic are imprisoned, which is incredibly dangerous……

And in a certain room on the third floor, Li Leping, Li Jun, and the half-dead Guo Fan lying on the ground were together.

The fog in the room was clearly less than that in the corridor.

"It seems Feng Quan couldn't hold on……"

Li Jun looked at the light mist in the room and said with some regret.

"No, he should still be alive; otherwise this mist wouldn't honestly stay on the third floor."

Li Leping calmly analyzed that he merely has a very low presence, even reaching the level of psychological invisibility, but he hasn't disappeared, so the mist can still affect him.

"You mean he can still be saved?"

Li Jun asked somewhat excitedly, if possible, he doesn't want to abandon anyone.

"No, I mean we should take advantage of him still being able to barely control the ghost mist, quickly find Tong Qian and Yang Jian and the others, then withdraw; this hotel seems to have an issue, the ghost mist can't spread out, which is actually quite a relief."

Li Leping said with a somewhat cold tone.

"No way, if Feng Quan can still be saved, we can't abandon him!"

Li Jun spoke decisively; as a soldier, his dictionary lacks the four words "abandon comrades"!

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Li Leping looked at Li Jun somewhat blankly, then at Guo Fan lying on the ground, dazed, and began to reflect whether his support this time was too rash.

And in another room on the third floor, Yang Jian, accompanied by Xiong Wenwen and Tong Qian, somehow ended up together.

"Yang Jian, what should we do now? Should I do a precognition?"

Xiong Wenwen nervously tugged at Yang Jian's sleeve and asked, ever since he and Yang Jian entered the hotel together, he hasn't let go of that sleeve.

"Tong Qian, are you sure Chen Shoushan said the paper ghost would come looking for you?"

Yang Jian once again confirmed with Tong Qian beside him.

Tong Qian nodded solemnly: "That's right, Chen Shoushan said the ghost face I control is one of the puzzle pieces the paper ghost is seeking; it will definitely come find me."

"Alright, then let's wait a bit longer!"

Yang Jian nodded, while silently thinking to himself: if Tong Qian's ghost smile is a puzzle piece of the paper ghost, then what about this ghost crying face I snatched from the crying grave ghost? Since they're all called puzzle pieces, it can't possibly be just one, right?

Moreover, Yang Jian and Xiong Wenwen also seized a lot of blood-stained newspapers from the paper ghost's hiding place in room 31 of the nonexistent corridor on the fourth floor; these are supernatural items capable of altering memories.

Two ghost faces plus the blood-stained newspapers originally belonging to the paper ghost—this attraction should be strong enough, right?

And there is another room where the ghost mist is the thickest; in the nearly substantive white mist stands a faceless soldier—this is the paper ghost! Because ordinary people would have dissolved in such thick ghost mist, making his existence impossible otherwise.

Only immortal ghosts can easily wander this terrifying ghost mist, and before the paper ghost lies a mound of earth piled up in front of it, inside which is buried precisely Feng Quan.

At this moment, countless newspapers are pasted on the surface of the earth mound, and the mound is surging, burying the newspapers placed on its surface; as soon as one newspaper is buried, a new one is pasted on top, endlessly……

Feng Quan was practically on the verge of tears; at this moment he felt the whole world was targeting him—why would the paper ghost appear here? Wasn't it supposed to go find Tong Qian?

With no one responding, Feng Quan could only desperately mobilize the earth to resist the paper ghost's attacks, and he himself didn't know how long he could hold out.

He might die from a vengeful ghost's resurrection, or he might die first at the hands of the paper ghost, but it doesn't matter now; at least he did his best.

If he is bound to die, it would be good to strive to let Yang Jian and the others escape alive……

Because Feng Quan actually comes from the same establishment as Li Jun and Zhou Zheng; although he doesn't have Li Jun and Zhou Zheng's level of selfless devotion, if faced with an unavoidable desperate situation, he too would be willing to sacrifice himself for the country and contribute his worth.

Chen Shoushan, relying on his connection, could sense the approximate room numbers where Tong Qian and Li Leping were located.

The only difficulty is that Chen Shoushan is not a Ghost Master; his essence remains that of a human, so his resistance to ghost mist may not be as great as that of Ghost Masters, but thanks to the resistance brought by the barbarians, he will certainly be much stronger than an ordinary person.

Just then, in the white expanse of ghost mist, a heavy footstep suddenly sounded; this eerie sound actually penetrated the mist's restriction and reached everyone's ears.

Know that ghost mist, in a sense, is the Ghost Realm! Sound transmitted within the ghost mist decays layer by layer, so that even a distance of just a few meters makes it impossible to hear others' voices.

But this footstep ignores the ghost mist's restriction……

Only a more terrifying ghost can ignore a ghost's restriction, and in the Caesar Hotel the only ghost capable of such terror is the Chadao Ghost Li Qingzhi!

This ghost that can freely wander in the ghost mist is very likely the Chadao Ghost!

Moreover, the Chadao Ghost's footsteps not only reached Chen Shoushan's ears; at the same time, Li Leping, Yang Jian and the others also heard them and became alert.

Even Yang Jian, who is gifted in supernatural events, guessed that the ghost wandering outside in the ghost mist is very likely the Chadao Ghost that has been chasing them around.

In an instant, everyone tensed up; in the whole corridor only the Chadao Ghost's heavy footsteps sounded rhythmically, as if striking each person's heart.

4000 oh!

(End of chapter)