Wu Nai's white fingertips lightly brushed against the wall like a dragonfly.
The invisible and intangible information left by [Blood-Stained Newspaper] turned into countless smoke-like blood-colored symbols.
It evaporates from the odor factors that remain in the air that have not completely dissipated, the fingerprints that remain on the walls, and the footprints on the ground that ordinary people cannot capture.
They gathered together in Wu Nai's mind and constructed a strange corridor that was being passed by ghosts.
"This ghost is very cunning. It has brought many ghost slaves. Especially after the test in front of the hotel, the source ghost was mixed with a group of ghost slaves wandering along this dangerous corridor, and each entered a different room...
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"And because the breath and power all originate from the same supernatural being, it is impossible to determine who is the source ghost and who is the ghost slave. Naturally, it is also impossible to determine which room the source ghost is in."
"If you open the wrong house, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble, so the interference they left is indeed effective and hindered my calculations..."
"But how does this ghost know my ability... Oh, you were printed on your face by it, and this ghost obtained part of your memory."
Wu Nai's heart moved, and he got the answer from the information leaked from Yang Jian.
During the time he took the [bus], Yang Jian had a brief confrontation with this ghost.
"Yes……"
Yang Jian said solemnly: "This ghost is unusual. It has set its sights on my [Ghost Eye]. If it is allowed to grow, it will find me again sooner or later, so it must be dealt with early."
"It should be resolved as soon as possible."
Wu Nai casually snapped his fingers, and a bright light erupted under his feet, sweeping along the corridor and pulling Yang Jian into the [Domain].
Under the rich clear light, dense and illusory figures appeared on the corridor.
This is a 3D holographic projection condensed by Wu Nai using the power of [Domain].
Yang Jian can also do similar things with his own [Ghost Realm], which is a small skill that uses supernatural power.
There are so many ghost slaves. This ghost has killed at least hundreds of people and gathered the knowledge of hundreds of people... Yang Jian looked at the condensed projection and looked at the outlines of the figures. There were men and women, old and young.
From the old man with a gray beard to the young girl who is still under age sixteen or seventeen, all kinds of people are mixed in among them.
Everyone's face was numb, their eyes were empty, and their steps were mechanical. Except for the person in charge of the hotel who had just taken action, no one could tell who the real ghost was.
"Can you find the source..."
Yang Jian turned to look at Wu Nai. When he couldn't solve the problem himself, he decisively handed the problem to someone who could solve it.
"I'll try it first!"
Wu Nai thought, and all the holographic figures projected in the [Region] seemed to come alive.
Move one by one along a certain trajectory.
Among them, a pure and charming girl walked to Room 6 first, stretched out her slender hand and pressed on the doorknob.
Creaking... The door of No. 6 was gently pushed open. There was a dark hole behind the door, as if it was connected to an abyss, and it was impossible to see clearly.
But before entering the room, the girl suddenly stopped.
What's going on? Yang Jian looked over in confusion, and then his heart skipped a beat.
Grass……
The girl who had half of her body plunged into darkness suddenly looked back!
The numb, stiff face looked at Yang Jian for a moment with the corners of his mouth raised, and a strange smile.
Then he slowly reached out and took off his bloody face, stepping into the dark world step by step.
Although this is a virtual projection and a restoration of the previous scene, Yang Jian still clearly felt the provocation from it.
If I could give this ghost another voice.
Then it is probably saying "Come here."
Very arrogant, did you guess that I could restore the scene... Wu Nai frowned her slender eyebrows, planning to make this ghost understand the dangers of society in a while.
In addition to the girl, other people were also moving one after another on the simulated walkways in the [Domain].
Watching these illusory figures stop in front of a door, then open the door and walk in step by step.
Yang Jian silently wrote down the room numbers: Room 6, Room 9, Room 10...
"Except for the woman at the beginning, everyone else opened the door and entered the door normally. They cannot be probed. Which room should I start with first?"
"This is indeed a problem. The ghost's actions of picking off the face are nothing more than trying to lure us in. Of course, we can't rule out that it is really in that house, and then ambush great dangers to deal with us."
Wu Nai said calmly: "But all of this is the direction left by the ghost. With so many doors and so many rooms, no matter what we choose, we will suffer a loss. So we can't be led by the ghost, let's take the initiative!"
"The question is, how do you take the initiative?"
"I will be surrounded by ghosts. The main reason is that the ability I just used is not strong enough, so I will try my best to defeat all methods..."
Wu Nai moved his gaze to the information column that appeared.
Click the " " sign behind the [Skin] option.
I just obtained 100,000 power points from the rotting corpse of a tall man, plus the provision of shoes under my feet, and the natural feedback from the supernatural land that I deliberately delayed for a while.
There are a total of 150,000 power points, all of which are added to [Skin].
The words [Leather Stage 4 (0/100)] in the information column were blurred for a moment, and then changed to [Leather Stage 4 (15/100)].
Although it has not been directly promoted to the fifth stage, it is accompanied by the deepening of alienation.
The skill [Simulation] has also been enhanced accordingly!
After a few breaths, Wu Nai narrowed his eyes slightly, and an even greater perception centered on him, turning into an invisible air current, setting off a frenzy on the corridor and sweeping in all directions.
This familiar feeling... Yang Jian's expression moved slightly. In his perception... this pervert seemed even more terrifying.
Zila... The domain constructed by Wu Naiqinghui flickered for a moment, and then a scene like going back in time happened.
The scene before Yang Jian's eyes went backwards frame by frame.
The virtual projections that had disappeared behind the room doors reappeared, returning to the strange and dark corridors one by one, frozen at the moment they just entered.
"The real source ghost..."
Wu Nai's eyes moved, and as his sight passed, blood-colored threads spontaneously appeared on all the virtual figures. These blood-colored threads were intertwined with each other, and finally converged to one place...
"It's him!"
Yang Jian looked at an inconspicuous young man among the crowd in surprise.
If it's not the girl I looked back at before, that place is a trap!
"In room 31!"
Wu Nai couldn't help but lament the inertia of history. In the original trajectory of destiny, this ghost had stopped at "No. 13" and "No. 31".
However, what was in those two rooms was not its true form. It pretended to be Tong Qian and escaped, and was finally forcibly detained by Yang Jian in the hospital.
But this time, it was indeed blocked in Room 31 by Wu Nai who suddenly arrived.
"Let's go."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, and he took the lead to walk towards Room 31.
Wu Nai followed behind.
The moment he opened the door to Room 31, a cold wind blew out, sweeping in a blanket of blood-stained newspapers.
Wu Nai and Yang Jian circled and danced around the door.
On each piece of red newspaper, there is an outline of a human face imprinted on it. There are men, women, old people, children, and Yang Jian, but the eyes are missing.
These faces have different expressions and are intertwined with each other, bringing together various emotions such as despair, tranquility, sadness, anger, etc., just like condensing the various states of all living beings.
In room 31, there was a person sitting on the simple bed.
Only his feet could be seen, but his upper body could not be seen, because he was holding an extremely large newspaper in his hand, blocking all prying eyes.
"that's it……"
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and as expected his ghost eyes were restrained, but the headless ghost figure behind him stood up, and the dark shadow was like a ball of ink.
"No need to bother, it's just the newspaper, just burn it!"
Wu Nai walked over step by step.
As his steps fell, dark golden flames surged out and turned into scorching tongues of fire licking the red newspapers in the air.