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Chapter 487 Ghosts Appear? (Please Subscribe)

After leaving room 88, Mu Sheng continued walking deeper into the building.

The further you go in, the larger the numbers on the doors become, and the more dangerous they become.

"Have all the ghosts in the room come out?"

Mu Sheng looked up at the ceiling of the corridor and saw countless black handprints and footprints that almost covered the entire ceiling.

Even on the walls on both sides, there were a lot of hand and footprints.

It looks as if a group of ghosts once crawled past here.

No, not in the past!
Mu Sheng's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand and pressed it onto a handprint, completely overlapping his palm with the handprint.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

Suddenly, a large number of dark figures appeared in the previously empty corridor.

These figures, some old and some young, some men and some women, were all moving slowly down the stairwell with their limbs pressed against the wall.

The moment Mu Sheng saw these ghostly figures, all of them turned their heads and stared straight at him.

These figures had no expression on their faces, and their two eerie eyes had no pupils, consisting entirely of white.

Mu Sheng's gaze seemed to trigger the ghostly figure's killing pattern. The ghostly figure in the corridor suddenly moved faster and rushed towards him.

One after another, bluish-purple hands struggled to grab at Mu Sheng.

Just as the ghostly hand was about to touch him, Mu Sheng suddenly raised his hand that was pressed against the wall.

The countless ghostly figures in the corridor vanished instantly.

"Will seeing it lead to an attack? Or is it because of the handprint?"

Mu Sheng thought for a moment, a red light flashing in his eyes.

This is the supernatural power of Yang Jian's Ghost Eye.

Under the red light, Mu Sheng's gaze pierced through space, and the ghostly figure in the corridor reappeared before his eyes.

His line of sight was reconnected, but the ghostly figure in the corridor seemed not to see him and continued to move slowly forward.

"It seems to be due to the handprint."

Mu Sheng roughly understood the killing pattern of these ghostly figures.

Once handprints or footprints are covered, they will appear in the ghost's line of sight, triggering the murder pattern.

"Luckily, these hand and footprints are on the ceiling and the two side walls, otherwise, with such a high density, anyone who walks through here would get caught!"

The red light in Mu Sheng's eyes faded, and he ignored the group of ghostly figures.

Although there were many ghostly figures in the corridor, they were all minor ghosts of no more than C-rank, and Mu Sheng had no interest in them at all.

He doesn't lack ghosts yet; there are still so many vengeful ghosts in the Ghost Mirror that he hasn't wiped out yet, and the Golden Ghost Prison is still operating at full capacity.

Only ghosts with sentimentality, like the TV ghost in room 88 or the zombie ghost, are worthy of being taken into his Golden Ghost Prison.

Of course, this is mainly because there is a surplus of supply.

Once something is no longer lacking, it loses its value. Just like having too many people makes them worthless, having too many houses also makes them worthless.

Once the fifth level of the Golden Ghost Prison is completed, its ability to accommodate and digest vengeful spirits will increase, and the internal demand of the Golden Ghost Prison will rise.

Mu Sheng will come here again and imprison all these C-level brats.

But let's leave it at that for now. Let's give the limited Ghost Prison quota to the more valuable ghosts.

Is there anything wrong with these marks?

Seeing Mu Sheng suddenly stop and press his hand against the wall, Dong Yulan asked curiously.

"It's nothing, just a bunch of ghosts. You'd better not touch these handprints and footprints."

Mu Sheng said casually, and then continued walking, heading deeper into the building.

A bunch of ghosts?

Dong Yulan's pupils dilated instantly, and when she looked at the marks on the ceiling and the walls on both sides, a picture involuntarily appeared in her mind.

Countless grotesque ghosts were crawling towards her along the walls and ceiling.

Dong Yulan felt a chill run down her spine, and the fear in her eyes was completely unconcealed.

Watching Mu Sheng walk away, he quickly chased after him.

"Wait for me!"

Dong Yulan didn't completely believe Mu Sheng's words, but she didn't dare to verify them either, because even if they were true, doing so would be suicidal.

Being chosen by this ghostly realm and constantly resurrected and died in the hotel, Dong Yulan's qualities in all aspects are quite good.

None of the people trapped in the Caesars Hotel were foolish teammates who made mistakes in a dangerous situation!
However, as Musheng went deeper and deeper, the light in the corridor became darker and darker.

Dong Yulan couldn't help but feel a little regretful, wondering if her decision to follow Mu Sheng had been too hasty.

She didn't know how powerful the man in front of her was, but running towards dangerous places like this was just too arrogant.
She wanted Mu Sheng to take her away from the hotel, not to go on an adventure with him!
But we've already followed her all this way; it's really not right to ask her to give up.
Dong Yulan looked back at the rows of rooms that exuded a dangerous aura. Even if she gave up now, she probably wouldn't be able to get back by herself.

Just because you didn't encounter any danger on the way here doesn't mean you'll be safe on the way back.

'The worst that can happen is I'll just die again!'

After learning that she would be resurrected repeatedly and that she had already died many times, Dong Yulan gradually became less afraid of death.

The light in the hallway grew dimmer and dimmer, until finally you could only vaguely see things a few meters ahead.

Further away, it was completely dark.

Dong Yulan remained wary of the surrounding darkness, following closely behind Mu Sheng. After sensing that Mu Sheng did not object, she gripped the hem of his clothes tightly with one hand.

"Something is coming!"

Mu Sheng suddenly stopped, and Dong Yulan bumped into his back without warning.

"Ouch!"

Dong Yulan bounced on Mu Sheng's sturdy back first, then landed hard on her bottom.

Mu Sheng ignored her completely and made no attempt to help her up.

Although Dong Yulan inwardly grumbled about this, she dared not show any complaint on her face and quickly got up from the ground.

Carefully hiding behind Musheng, I peeked ahead cautiously.

However, all she could see was complete darkness ahead, not even a ghostly figure.

However, this pitch blackness, where nothing can be seen, can actually instill a sense of fear that monsters might burst out of the darkness at any moment.

"Is a ghost coming? Shouldn't we hide?"

Dong Yulan wanted to find a room to hide in, but she didn't dare to go too far away from Mu Sheng.

"No need! They're just a bunch of brats."

Mu Sheng calmly shook his head, a red light shining in his eyes, like a searchlight illuminating the darkness ahead.

Where the red light passed, the darkness receded like a tide, and the situation in the corridor became clearly visible to Dong Yulan.

A ghost dressed in a red theatrical costume was walking towards them step by step in the stairwell, a dozen meters away.

No, that's not right!

It wasn't just one ghost. Dong Yulan took a slight step to the left, and behind the ghost in the red costume, there were even more ghosts in her line of sight.

This is a neatly arranged group of costumed ghosts!
At a glance, there were at least a dozen ghosts.

"So many ghosts?!" Dong Yulan's heart skipped a beat, and she asked again, "Don't we really need to hide? At least make way for them, right?"

Blocking the path of the costume ghost made Dong Yulan feel uneasy no matter how she thought about it.

"No need, they pose no threat to me!" Mu Sheng remained unmoved.

'You don't threaten me, but you can!'

Dong Yulan was so angry she almost laughed. Of course you're not afraid, you old lady, because you have a vengeful ghost protecting you. She's just an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken; she would die if she were touched by a ghost even slightly.

Even so, Dong Yulan still did not choose to leave Musheng.

Leaving is just a matter of dying sooner or later, so it's better to gamble that Mu Sheng can deal with these costumed ghosts.

"You'll protect me, right?"

Dong Yulan took another step closer, her dress almost flattening the curves of her body.

Mu Sheng sensed the spring behind him, turned to look at Dong Yulan, and asked with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "What did you do for a living before?"

"I remember you said that you've been trapped here for sixty or seventy years, during the Republic of China era, as a songstress or a 'skinny horse'?"

The strong smell of tea on Dong Yulan made Mu Sheng somewhat suspicious of her profession.

Is now the time to talk about this?

Dong Yulan stared wide-eyed at the costumed ghost getting closer and closer, her belly full of complaints she couldn't express.

Also, how did she become a songstress or a "skinny horse"?

"I am a student! A student of National Sun Yat-sen University!"

"College student, are you sure?"

Mu Sheng looked at Dong Yulan's dress with suspicion, and then at her close-fitting movements.

"What's wrong? Can't students wear skirts?"

Provoked by Mu Sheng's gaze, Dong Yulan retorted righteously.

"Oh, right, I was overthinking it!"

Mu Sheng nodded with a look of sudden realization, then turned to look at the costumed ghost in front of him.

In the short time they had been talking, the costumed ghosts' group was less than three meters away from them.

At this distance, Mu Sheng could even clearly see the fine hairs on the pale face of the costumed ghost.

These costumed ghosts had their eyes closed and moved forward mechanically and in unison, as if someone were driving corpses.

The lead ghost was wearing a red theatrical costume, and behind it were ghosts in black, green, and yellow theatrical costumes.

Apart from the colors, the costumes were largely the same in style, suggesting they came from the same opera troupe.

Seeing that these costumed ghosts showed no sign of stopping, Mu Shengda stepped forward, thrusting out his left palm to block the lead red costumed ghost.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Mu Sheng's palm struck as if it had landed on a stone slab.

The red-clad ghost immediately stopped, and the other ghosts in costumes behind it also stopped.

It's like a gear getting stuck, causing the whole machine to stop working.

'You held off so many ghosts with just one hand?'

Dong Yulan, who was behind him, was shocked. She hadn't followed Mu Sheng into the room before, so she hadn't seen him deal with the ghost.

Seeing that Mu Sheng had stopped so many ghosts with just one hand, they were immediately impressed by his terrifying strength.

'My choice was right; following this person really will get us out of this awful place!'

'No, I have to find a way to improve this person's impression of me. I not only want to leave, but I want to leave alive!'

Dong Yulan remembered what Mu Sheng had once said: it was easy to get them out of this hotel, but difficult to leave alive.

Dong Yulan didn't know where the problem came from, but she instinctively felt that if she didn't solve it, she would never be able to truly escape the confinement of this hotel.

Just as Dong Yulan was pondering whether to use a honey trap, a honey trap, or a honey trap, things changed again on Mu Sheng's side.

After being forced to stop, the group of costumed ghosts suddenly opened their tightly closed eyes and stared straight at Mu Sheng.

The costume ghost's eye sockets had no eyeballs, only empty black holes, making it look eerie and terrifying.

A chilling, eerie power descended from the void.

Suddenly, large patches of red appeared on Mu Sheng's clothes, and the style and material gradually changed to resemble the clothes worn by the theatrical ghost.

At the same time, golden light burst forth from Mu Sheng's body, which was the body of a ghost god resisting the supernatural invasion of the costume ghost.

Assimilation?

Mu Sheng was very familiar with this type of supernatural power; almost all ghosts with high diffusion potential possessed this ability.

The ability to turn the living into vengeful ghosts!
"One, two, three, four, five"

"There are a total of thirty-five costumed ghosts, and the ghost bus seems to have thirty-five seats as well. Is there any significance to this?"

"Six sixes minus one?"

"Is this a warning to us that the sixth brother will be returned to his ghost?"

A ridiculous idea popped into Mu Sheng's mind.

The costume ghost continued to exert its power, with more and more supernatural forces eroding and surging out, causing even more golden light to burst forth from Mu Sheng's body.

"The rank isn't high, at most a B. Thirty-five is 35B, which is a bit small, but the costume is nice!"

Mu Sheng thought that he might be able to start a ghost opera troupe in the future, so he decided to imprison the group of costume ghosts.

The viscous golden light flowed out from Mu Sheng's feet like a river, spreading along the corridor.

Wherever the Golden River flowed, the ghostly apparition vanished, its empty eyes closed again, and its body sank slowly into the river.

In no time at all, the thirty-five costumed ghosts disappeared into the hotel corridor.

Gazing at the golden river that had swallowed dozens of terrifying ghosts, and then at the towering figure standing at the source of the golden river.

A glint flashed in Dong Yulan's eyes, and she approached Mu Sheng with light yet hurried steps.

Carefully stepping on the golden river on the ground, she looked up at Musheng, her eyes filled with admiration and fascination.

"Musheng, you're a god, aren't you? You must have been sent by heaven to save me!"

Dong Yulan placed her two slender hands on Mu Sheng's chest and gently stroked them.

Her thin lips parted and closed, a touch of pink jade floating between her teeth.

Seeing this, Mu Sheng could easily understand what Dong Yulan wanted to do.

You beast! And you still say you're not a skinny horse!

Mu Sheng didn't want to respond, but when he looked around, he saw that there were ghosts everywhere, creating a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere reminiscent of a ghost movie.

A thrilling idea suddenly welled up in my mind.

So he put his arm around Dong Yulan, picked her up, and carried her into a room next door.

"No ghosts, move on to the next one!"

Mu Sheng quickly withdrew and, amidst Dong Yulan's bewildered expression, entered a haunted room.

For a moment, the sound of tearing cloth, Dong Yu's terrified screams, and the sounds of the ghost's attack echoed in the dark corridor.

(End of this chapter)