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Chapter 485 Caesars Grand Hotel! (Please Subscribe)

The hotel room was very large; it was a luxury suite.

As for why Musheng was certain this was a hotel, it was simply because there were some items in the room with the hotel's name printed on them.

Caesars Grand Hotel

"Caesar? Julius Caesar the Great? Is he here to take over Rome for me?"

Mu Sheng curled his lip and complained, but of course, he was just saying it casually.

After all, the name Caesar isn't a sensitive word; anyone can use it!
The room was luxuriously furnished, with a pure wool rug embroidered with gorgeous patterns placed in the center of the living room.

The sofa, table, and the decoration of the surrounding walls all have a distinctly European style.

Mu Sheng didn't really like this decorating style; it was too flashy. He preferred a more elegant and simple style.

"Is it because I'm getting old?"

"No, I've just turned 18, I'm in the prime of my youth!"

Mu Sheng felt that he had seen too much and his aesthetic sense had deviated from this low-level pursuit of color.

Putting aside the topic of aesthetics for the moment, Mu Sheng's gaze fell on a room on the left side of the suite.

A figure is hunched over a table, working with their head down.

From Mu Sheng's perspective, this person was not tall, and his hunched back even made him appear somewhat thin.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his old coat made him look extremely slovenly.

Frankenstein's monster?

A term popped into Mu Sheng's mind.

This look is so much like the monster Frankenstein from American movies—I mean, the monster from American movies.

Filled with curiosity, Mu Sheng entered the Frankenstein's room and came up behind him.

On the table, which resembled a workbench, were various sizes of pliers, screwdrivers, and other items.

And many scattered wires, and various bluish-black human organs and tissues.

Mu Sheng could sense clear fluctuations of rules emanating from these items.

A golden light flashed in Mu Sheng's eyes: "You've actually collected so many rare and valuable items!"

These non-supernatural items may not be powerful, but their abilities are quite interesting, especially when you put together such a complete set.

That would make it even more valuable!

Mu Sheng raised his hand and grabbed one of the wrench-shaped supernatural objects.

The mad scientist, who had been unresponsive, suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned his neck around, and stared straight at Mu Sheng.

"What are you?"

Mu Sheng took the wrench, raised it, and smacked Frankenstein's monster on the head.

"boom!"

With a wrench, a large chunk of Frankenstein's skull caved in, and one of his eyeballs popped out, drooping onto his cheek.

Frankenstein's monster, who was already ugly, became even uglier now.

At the same time, Mu Sheng felt a supernatural force acting on his body.

"Huh? Interesting!"

Sensing the intent of this supernatural power, Mu Sheng did not resist.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
More than a dozen golden rays burst forth from Mu Sheng's body, dissolving the supernatural power into nothingness.

"Oops, sorry, I forgot to turn off the defense!"

Mu Sheng controlled the body of the ghost god, completely concealing his supernatural abilities within the Golden Ghost Prison.

Then he raised his hand and wrench it, hitting Frankenstein's monster on the head.

Don't get me wrong, he's not violent; he's just activating Frankenstein's supernatural mechanisms.

The strange power from before reappeared.

The space around Mu Sheng's body rippled like the surface of a lake, and then his body rapidly shrank.

It turned into a tiny person, no bigger than the palm of your hand!
"Wow! That's pretty good!"

Looking around at the room, which seemed to have been magnified dozens of times, Mu Sheng curiously hopped around on the floor a few times.

Not only did their bodies shrink, but their strength also decreased along with their bodies.

Just as Mu Sheng was running around on the ground like a playful puppy, a large, bluish-purple hand descended from the sky, grabbed him, and threw him onto the table.

"Hiss! Is this the power of a great being from the Upper Realm? A single palm can blot out the sky and the sun, truly terrifying!"

Mu Sheng stood on the table, which resembled a flat plain, and looked up at the ugly face of Frankenstein's monster.

"Hey! Look at your eyes, they're practically drooping down onto my head!"

Mu Sheng was somewhat dissatisfied, so he jumped up and slapped the Frankenstein monster's eyeball.

The eyeball, connected by only one blood vessel, wobbled a few times before falling off with a snap.

Mu Sheng looked at the eyeball, which was half his size, and kicked it away.

Unfortunately, his strength was too weak at the moment, and his eyeballs only rolled a short distance before stopping.

Just as Mu Sheng was about to kick him a few more times, the palm of the powerful being from the upper realm descended again, pressing him down onto the table.

"Zizi~"

Mu Sheng heard a mechanical sound; it turned out that the mad scientist had picked up a crude electric drill and was stabbing it into his body.

Mu Sheng originally wanted to see what the mad scientist was going to do, but when he noticed the direction the drill was coming from, he immediately cursed.

"Holy crap! And he's some kind of Frankenstein madman from England!"

"You pervert, die!"

Golden light emanated from Mu Sheng's body, with countless golden beams resembling indestructible swords.

It instantly sliced ​​Frankenstein's hand into pieces.

It then passed through Frankenstein's body and all the items on the workbench.

"Blade Storm!"

The golden beam of light began to rotate like a spiral.

In an instant, countless golden sword blades shredded everything around them.

With the supernatural power within him eliminated, Mu Sheng's size returned to that of a normal person.

"From now on, let's use other people as guinea pigs!"

Looking at the mess in the room, Mu Sheng raised his hand and waved it. A flash of golden light appeared, and all the ghosts and supernatural objects in the room disappeared.

If Mu Sheng is not mistaken, this Frankenstein's monster should be related to the eerie amusement park and the trench coat ghost.

However, none of that matters anymore. Frankenstein may have been powerful, but Mu Sheng is now even more powerful.

With the blessing of the Golden Ghost Prison, the supernatural abilities of the ghost messengers, which allow them to suppress things without thinking, have been developed to the extreme.

Apart from those high-level ghosts who have mastered the restart technique, Mu Sheng no longer takes ordinary-level ghosts seriously.

As long as it doesn't happen that thousands or tens of thousands of vengeful ghosts appear all at once, it's fine.

After dealing with the mad scientist, Mu Sheng pushed open the door of his hotel suite and stepped out.

Outside is an old hotel corridor!
On both sides of the corridor were rows of room doors; Mu Sheng roughly estimated there were over a hundred rooms.

Some doors were closed, while others were open.

The lights in the corridor were on, but they were dim.

Most of the lights were flickering, some had gone completely dark, and some were completely broken.

"Excellent, the environment is perfect, this is the style of Ghost Realm!"

Mu Sheng expressed his approval of the hotel's eerie art style.

Looking back at the room I had just left, I saw the door number 478.

“478, die! This number is really unlucky!” Mu Sheng raised his finger, and a golden light shot out from his fingertip. With a flick of his finger, he changed the house number to 666.

After doing all this, Mu Sheng looked around and then walked to the right.

Just a few steps later, a strange figure flashed past at the intersection not far away.

It was the figure of a woman.

The woman's skin was very white, like the white candles lit in front of a funeral hall, revealing a deathly pale color.

However, the woman was quite tall.

Wearing a flowing dress, and ignoring her terrifying and eerie skin tone, she actually had a bit of a fairy-like aura.

"Hey! Don't run away! I need your help in my cultivation!"

A golden light flashed beneath Mu Sheng's feet, and he instantly shot forward.

The distance of several dozen meters flashed by, and Mu Sheng's figure appeared at the entrance of the corridor.

Just as he turned the corner, a thick, green-haired arm reached out from an open door.

He grabbed Mu Sheng's body and pulled him inside.

"boom!!!"

The door was slammed shut, and Mu Sheng was no longer in the corridor.

inside the room.

A ghostly creature dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes, covered in green, corpse-like hair, resembling a zombie.

It was grabbing Mu Sheng's body and opening its mouth to bite his neck.

"Zombie ghost!?"

Mu Sheng stared in astonishment at the green-haired ghost in front of him; this thing looked exactly like the zombies he had seen in horror movies.

That's right, there are ghosts in this world!
Those ghosts and monsters in folk legends probably originated from the mouths of survivors of certain paranormal events!
"Snap! Crack!"

The green-haired zombie bit down hard on Mu Sheng's neck, but instead of getting through, it broke off its own ghostly teeth.

This incredible situation even momentarily stunned the zombie ghost.

Its killing patterns don't specify what to do in this situation!
The green-haired zombie ghost, its teeth broken, continued to bite Mu Sheng's neck, and the killing mechanism was stuck at this point.

However, although the zombie ghost made no further moves, Mu Sheng disliked being bitten on the neck by a ghost.

He raised his palm like a knife, and with a swift slash, he severed the zombie's head.

The zombie's body fell down, but its head remained stuck on Mu Sheng's neck.

"Forehead"

Mu Sheng raised his hand and sliced ​​the green-haired zombie's head in two before removing it.

Holding the upper half of the green-haired zombie's head in one hand, Mu Sheng could clearly see that many worm-like fleshy buds were growing from the wound on the head.

The two pieces of the head were pieced together, and the granulation tissue at the wound quickly fused together, restoring the zombie's head.

"A supernatural being with regenerative abilities does indeed fit the legend of zombies being immortal!"

After studying it for a while, Mu Sheng put away the green-haired zombie ghost's body, pushed open the door, and went out.

In the dimly lit corridor, the figure of the woman in white had long since disappeared.

Mu Sheng didn't pay much attention to this and instead began to check the rooms on both sides of the corridor one by one.

This place must also be a ghost prison where evil spirits are imprisoned.

It's a shame to leave these ghosts here. If the Ghost Prison gets out of control, it will also be a danger to humans in the real world.

The safest option is to throw him into his Golden Ghost Prison!
Not every room is haunted; some rooms, aside from being a bit dilapidated, are quite safe.

As he swept through the rooms, Mu Sheng also managed to find some rather interesting ghosts.

For example, the Jumping Ghost will attack you whenever you jump.

There's also the obese ghost. Once you're entangled with this ghost, your weight can only increase and never decrease. If you lose weight, it will trigger the ghost's killing pattern.

This seems easy to guard against, but it is not.

It's important to know that, according to the rules of ghosts, urination and excretion also contribute to weight loss. Even the water that the body naturally excretes while sleeping at night will cause weight loss.

So unless you eat while defecating and have to wake up frequently at night to eat something, you will inevitably trigger the killing pattern.

"Being gluttonous is a blessing!"

"People who frequently overeat and drink have a slightly higher chance of surviving paranormal events than others."

So, eat what you want, drink what you want, why bother losing weight? Are you out of your mind? (doge)

After breaking down another door and searching it without success, Mu Sheng skillfully moved to the door of the next room.

The door to this room was smeared with a large amount of blood, making it particularly conspicuous.

There was a porcelain bowl on the ground by the door, filled with some black paper ash.

"This is strange, there must be something fishy going on here!"

Mu Sheng kicked over the porcelain bowl and grabbed the doorknob, about to push the door open and go inside.

"Is it locked?"

Although some strange ghosts would lock the door, Mu Sheng didn't think much of it and kicked the doorknob.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, the door was slammed against the wall with tremendous force.

"Huh, a living person?"

Upon entering the room, Mu Sheng immediately spotted two people who were looking at him warily and with hostility.

The two men's attire clearly doesn't belong to this era.

On the left is a middle-aged man dressed like an old farmer, wearing cloth shoes, with rolled-up trousers, and dark, thin skin.

They look like they just came back from the fields.

The woman on the right is a young woman wearing a dress and a headband, with neatly styled short hair.

She looks like a female student from the Republic of China era.

"No! It's not a living person, but it's not a ghost either!"

After careful observation, Mu Sheng quickly determined the true situation of the two people.

It's simple to say they aren't ghosts: neither of them exhibits any ghostly fluctuations.

They are not considered living people because their lives depend entirely on a supernatural power; once this power disappears, the two will die immediately.

This situation is somewhat similar to the artificial humans that Mu Sheng created using the Deceitful Ghost.

"A bizarre hotel, rooms imprisoning ghosts, and living people created using supernatural powers."

Why does this feel so familiar?

Mu Sheng stood blocking the doorway, stroking his chin as he fell into deep thought.

"Are you Anan? Or Zhu Jian?"

Just as Mu Sheng was still pondering, the young woman looked at him and asked.

"Anan? Zhu Jian? Are there other living people here?"

Mu Sheng's curiosity intensified, and at the same time, his sense of familiarity grew stronger.

Perhaps if he figured out what these people were like, he would remember where he was.

Unfortunately, as a casual reader, Mu Sheng reads novels at a glance, so he can't recall the details.

In other words, his memory improved after he transmigrated, otherwise he would have forgotten the names of some novel protagonists.

"You probably haven't found the message you left behind yet, have you?"

Dong Yulan mistook Mu Sheng for a prisoner like them, trapped in the hotel.

Then he explained their situation to Mu Sheng.

(End of this chapter)