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Chapter 402 Li Qingzhi, still alive?

Chapter 402 Li Qingzhi, still alive? (6K chapters combined)

ZS City is located in the southeastern part of the mainland and is a large port city.

The Caesars Hotel is located in the bustling downtown area of ZS City and is a very famous hotel in the area.

Built during the Republic of China era, the hotel has enjoyed enduring popularity for over a century. After several renovations, it remains ZS's most representative themed hotel.

At that moment, Tong Qian, the person in charge of ZS City, was standing at the entrance of the Caesar Hotel.

She watched with a grave expression as the hotel guests were continuously being evicted.

"Officer Tong, all guests and hotel staff have been evacuated, and floors one through four have been checked. No one is still staying," a middle-aged man in a police uniform said in a low voice as he approached.

Tong Qian's lips twitched slightly, and she said blankly, "Thank you, Captain Cheng."

She has mastered the Ghostly Smiley Face and can no longer smile at people casually, otherwise she will unintentionally kill ordinary people.

"This is my duty," Captain Cheng said, his face grim.

"Officer Tong, is there one of those things in here too?"

As the head of the safety and emergency response team, he had also come into close contact with those terrifying things and worked with Tong Qian to handle many paranormal events.

However, ZS City has always been very peaceful. Compared to other major cities where mass incidents have broken out, ZS City only has sporadic small-scale paranormal events with a very small scope of damage and has never caused any major disturbances.

This time, the fact that they so urgently emptied a large luxury hotel of thousands of guests is quite a commotion.

Captain Cheng was worried that his hometown might also experience a horrific event with thousands of deaths and injuries.

Tong Qian said calmly, "Don't worry, headquarters has already sent a specialist to handle it. It won't be a big deal, but you must make sure to disperse the onlookers."

A large crowd had already gathered at the hotel entrance to watch the spectacle, with many of them taking photos and videos with their phones.

They seemed curious about what had happened at the hotel.

Captain Cheng looked helpless. The paranormal emergency response team in ZS City hadn't seen much of the world, and their awareness of dealing with paranormal phenomena was somewhat inadequate.

He even saw some police officers discussing what had happened inside with the local residents.

Disorganized and undisciplined!

He could only say, "Understood, I'll handle it immediately."

Tong Qian nodded slightly. As the person in charge of ZS, she had a lot of authority.

Especially during paranormal events, they can mobilize military and police personnel from across the city to assist, and can even order the closure of any location without any reason.

This is only the authority that headquarters grants to the person in charge on the surface.

In reality, the heads of a city are often very powerful and have official backing. They are the object of flattery by both the legitimate and criminal worlds, and are like local emperors with virtually unlimited power.

Even the rules of headquarters cannot completely limit the expansion of power of city officials.

At the beginning of the supernatural revival, things were a bit better. Those who controlled the vengeful spirits only felt that they had luckily awakened superpowers. They still had reservations about the official forces and were essentially ordinary people who had been recruited and entered the ranks of civil servants.

However, the more they used supernatural powers to deal with supernatural events, the more their thoughts changed as they faced the influence of vengeful ghosts and the despairing pressure of the possibility of death at any time during their resurrection.

I'm about to die, why should I follow any rules!
Once you lose your mind, you'll always find more ideas than solutions.

Power comes from violence, and vengeful spirits are the purest form of violence in the world.

Those who control ghosts possess immense power that allows them to control the life and death of ordinary people, thus wielding absolute authority, and things often escalate in an even more terrifying direction.

He kills for pleasure, preys on ordinary people, acts as a local tyrant, and carves out his own territory.
Sometimes, the depths of humanity's moral limits are far lower than those of vengeful ghosts.

The closer you get to Dajing City, the less likely this kind of thing will happen. After all, the headquarters still has a deterrent effect, and Elder Qin has dealt with a few unruly ghost tamers with swift and decisive measures.

The further away from Dajing City, the more serious the situation becomes. Unfortunately, the headquarters doesn't have a good solution yet, since they still need these people to deal with paranormal events. What the headquarters lacks most are ghost controllers willing to join them.

This has led to a situation where, as long as these officials don't go too far, only amass wealth and power without affecting the normal lives of ordinary people or indiscriminately killing them like madmen, basically no one cares.

Killing a few people and blaming it on paranormal events has almost become an unspoken agreement.

It's commonplace for cliques to form and undermine city leadership.

However, ZS City is neither too close nor too far from the headquarters of Dajing City. Furthermore, Tong Qian is somewhat similar to Li Jun, being selfless and unwilling to abuse her power.

Unfortunately, he's not very bright.

This time, she received orders from headquarters to fully cooperate with the special envoy of the Emperor's organization, so she immediately used the excuse of business suspension and rectification to appease the operators of Caesars Hotel.

Tong Qian stared blankly at the hotel entrance, unable to help but think of the recent "starving ghost" incident in Dachang City.

In the face of the disaster, millions of people perished.

This was a bloody, supernatural disaster unfolding before her eyes.

Although headquarters had brought in outside help to resolve the starving ghost incident, she immediately received orders to seal off the Caesars Grand Hotel.

This made her somewhat worried; could something happen to ZS as well?

"What is that?!" a police officer exclaimed in surprise.

She looked up following the sound and saw a sonic boom cloud streaking across the sky. Many pedestrians also saw this and stopped to watch.

But the next moment, the sonic boom cloud disappeared into the cloud layer and never came out again.

Tong Qian wanted to search further, but then she heard a man's voice behind her.

"Hello, this is the person in charge of ZS. My surname is Zhuang, and I am an external specialist from headquarters."

Tong Qian quickly turned around, only to see a tall, handsome man standing behind her, extending his hand.

Tong Qian extended her hand to shake hands, her face expressionless, and said, "I am Tong Qian, the person in charge of ZS. Hello, Commissioner Zhuang."

"Was that you just now?"

Tong Qian was somewhat surprised. The hand she touched was not the cold, stiff hand of the Ghost Tamer that was transforming into a corpse, but a warm and very lively hand.

This is a normal person!

Zhuang Boshi smiled slightly and said, "I was in a hurry to get here, so I made a little noise."

"Forgive me."

His current normal flight speed has exceeded the third cosmic velocity. In the blink of an eye, he went directly from Dachang City to ZS City.

Has the Caesars Hotel been completely emptied out now?

“It’s been cleared.”

Tong Qian said expressionlessly, but her next sentence was very stiff: "It has already caused some public concern. Do you have any evidence to confirm that a supernatural event will occur here?"

This sounded strange, but Zhuang Boshi was used to the ghost tamers in this world who lacked emotional intelligence and tact.

They're not even complete in spirit, so there's nothing they can do about being abstract or extreme.

Zhuang Boshi casually replied, "Not yet, but it will happen soon."

"Moreover, it was a major event that affected an entire city."

"Don't worry, I'm here to deal with this paranormal event in advance."

He just flew back and forth over ZS, scanning the area with his real-world vision, and discovered several paranormal events.

However, no supernatural signs of the human head balloon were found.

This means that the Caesars Hotel is not completely out of control.

But it shouldn't be.

After the starving ghost incident ended, Yang Jian held a commendation meeting, took a supernatural bus, and arrived directly in ZS City. It only took a few days, and by then, ZS City was almost completely overrun.

But right now, the human head balloon hasn't even started killing people yet, and ZS is still so calm and peaceful?

Zhuang Bo glanced at the luxurious hotel: "Tong Qian, please continue to seal off the hotel."

"Don't let anyone in until I come out."

Tong Qian took a step forward, wanting to catch up.

Zhuang Boshi quickly waved his hand: "You don't need to come along."

"Excuse my bluntness, but this place is extremely dangerous. If it gets out of control, it will be an S-level paranormal event."

Tong Qianren is fine, but she's just not suited to be a ghost tamer. She's too naive and doesn't see the bigger picture, so she just causes trouble.

Moreover, she is not very strong. She has only mastered one ghost smiley face so far. Even after she mastered the crying face and became a perfectly balanced ghost master, she would often be knocked down in a second.

It's fine for him to just be a mascot and keep an eye on things outside.

"Okay, I understand." Tong Qian hesitated for a moment, but still agreed.

After all, her orders were to unconditionally cooperate with the Emperor's organization.
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The Caesars Hotel is a century-old establishment that has undergone renovations by several owners and has never experienced any paranormal events.

Even today, it remains a representative of high-end hotels, with its interior decoration following the style of the Republic of China era, exuding grandeur, luxury, and splendor.

The Caesars Grand Hotel is somewhat similar to Silent Hill, having two worlds, an outer world and an inner world. The outer world is the current hotel, which is luxuriously decorated and exudes modernity.

The other world is decorated in the style of the Republic of China era, hiding countless vengeful ghosts, as well as Anan and others who are struggling to survive for some unknown reason. Li Qingzhi should also be in it.

The fourth floor of the hotel, serving as an exit connecting the supernatural and the real world, is blurred. Whether it's room number 13 where Zhao Lei is placed or room number 31 where the discarded face is found, they are both rooms in the other world.

The two hotels, one inside and one outside, are clearly distinct.

Over the past few decades, the haunted hotel has not affected the main hotel in any way, nor has it caused any paranormal events.

This is why Caesars Palace Hotel remains so popular in the new century.

The seven elders' suppressive power is evident.

The hotel had been completely emptied out, leaving it deserted and adding to the eeriness of the place.

Zhuang Boshi's feet were levitating as he floated down the corridor.

Although he was confident that he wouldn't die from being slashed by a woodcutter's axe, he didn't want to try Li Qingzhi's woodcutter's axe strike.

As for footprints, once you know this rule, it's something that any ordinary person can avoid.

However, he quickly scanned the first to third floors and found nothing unusual.

Zhuang Boshi asked with some doubt: "Could it be that the supernatural phenomenon hasn't spread yet?"

The Caesars Hotel's loss of control stemmed from the invasion of the Newspaper Ghost.

Although Li Qingzhi died young, before he died he dismembered his own head and ghost shadow, releasing the ghost shadow's torso and head, while leaving the dead head in the hotel.

It is unknown whether Li Qingzhi's arrangement had any special significance.

But his mutilated body remained intact at Caesars Hotel, and no vengeful ghosts emerged during that time.

Therefore, the newspaper ghost may have obtained Li Qingzhi's information from the ghost shadow or the ghost shadow head, and wanted to control Li Qingzhi's body or head.

So when they broke into the Caesars Hotel, they released dead heads.

This caused Li Qingzhi's dead head to escape from the supernatural realm and invade the real world.

A "human head balloon" incident occurred.

The Central Plains team did not change the storyline before the Hungry Ghost incident. Theoretically, the Newspaper Ghost should already be inside the Caesars Hotel.

But now, there is no sign of any paranormal events occurring at the hotel.

Where's the newspaper ghost?

Did I get disconnected?
Zhuang Boshi stayed on the second floor and lit a white ghost candle.

He remembered that when Yang Jian and Xiong Wenwen came over in the original work, Li Qingzhi was on the second floor. He was then attracted by the white ghost candle on the first floor and almost killed the two of them.

However, the white ghost candles burned, their flickering flames echoing through the corridor.

But there was still no response.

what happened.

Even if the supernatural realm isn't integrated with the real world, surely some of the many vengeful spirits in the underworld will be able to invade the real world.

How could he be so honest?

Could it be that Li Qingzhi is not dead?

Zhuang Boshi's eyes shone brightly, soon becoming as dazzling as the sunlight.

Under this perspective, the corridor before them transformed into a dimly lit and profound one. This corridor stretched endlessly into the depths of darkness, beyond the reach of even Zhuang Boshi's divine eyes.

Just then, a strange noise came from the hotel in reality.

"Ok?"

Zhuang Boshi closed his real vision and looked down.

Several suspicious-looking people slipped in from the back of the hotel, glancing around nervously.

—That Tong Qian, how come she can't even guard a door properly!

Zhuang Boshi was so angry he almost laughed.

These people carried a faint supernatural aura, but they were not ghost tamers; they were simply carrying a few supernatural items.

The leader had a red letter hidden in his chest.

"messenger?"

Bosch seemed to have figured something out.

At that moment, a chilling wind suddenly blew through the corridor without warning.

It seemed that after they entered, the hotel began to undergo inexplicable changes.

"Brother Lin, why was this hotel temporarily closed, forcing us to use that weird way to get in?" a thin man whispered.

"How would I know?" The leader curled his lip. "Maybe they've discovered something strange."

“This has happened before in our previous mail delivery missions.”

Another person chimed in, "Brother Lin, after you complete this mission, you'll be able to advance to the fourth floor, right? Don't forget about your brothers!"

"Shut up, this time it's a red letter!" the man said irritably.

"I've heard that every red letter represents an extremely dangerous supernatural event. Don't you dare hold me back!"

"Where are you going to send this letter?" a very kind person asked.

Brother Lin said casually, "I've told you so many times, remember the mission location—"

He suddenly stopped, stiffly turned his head, and saw that the four messengers who had been following him were now lying on the ground.

A strange man appeared behind him without his noticing.

The man asked with a very strange smile, "Where are you going to send this letter?"

"Can you tell me?"

"A ghost!" Brother Lin screamed.

He quickly took out a piece of yellow paper from his waist and threw it at Zhuang Boshi.

The next moment, he lay on the ground clutching his stomach, groaning in pain.

Zhuang Boshi said helplessly, "I was just asking you a nice question, but you treated me like a ghost. You're really asking for trouble."

"I'll ask you one more time, where are you going to deliver this letter?"

This time, Zhuang Boshi's voice carried divine power, and his eyes radiated an oppressive light, instantly robbing this ordinary person of their senses.

"The letter is to be delivered to room 1402!" Brother Lin answered the question in utter shock, his crotch soaked with sweat.

"very good."

The next instant, the five people lay on the ground and fell into a quiet sleep.

Zhuang Boshi held the red letter in his hand and looked up at room 1402.

They went with Yang Jian to deliver a letter to Meng Xiaodong at Mingyue Community and to Zhang Dong at the old house.

On the day of the seven elders' deaths, messengers were dispatched by the Ghost Post Office, which was led by Luo Wensong, to deliver the letters.

Sending a message is equivalent to seeing someone off at their deathbed.

The event that truly marked the official loss of control of Caesars Palace was nothing other than the red letter delivered by the Ghost Post Office.

In other words, in the original story, a messenger had already come here to deliver a message before the ZS head balloon incident.

These are the messengers lying on the ground right in front of us.

However, the time of the letter delivery does not match the time of Li Qingzhi's death.

In theory, Li Qingzhi should have received this letter a year ago.

If this letter arrives now, does it mean...?

Is Li Qingzhi still alive?
impossible
Is it really just a coincidence?
However, verifying whether Li Qingzhi is dead or not is quite simple...

Send the letter over.

The fourth floor of the Caesars Hotel is extremely dangerous, almost entirely filled with corpses, and the vengeful ghosts inside are incredibly terrifying; even Yang Jian was paralyzed by them.

But the fourth floor was still very quiet. Zhuang Boshi arrived at the door of room 1402, opened the door casually, and found that there was nothing inside.

An ordinary room, ordinary tables and chairs, ordinary decorations.

There were even leftover KFC family buckets from customers.

After all, it's just room 1402 in the real world. Even if Li Qingzhi is really in room 1402, he should be in the Caesars Hotel in the supernatural realm.

Zhuang Boshi took out the red letter and threw it inside.

The red envelope floated lightly to the ground.

In an instant, an inexplicable supernatural force tore open the curtain of reality.

A startling change occurred at the Caesars Hotel. A chilling gust of wind swept through, and the door to room 1402 slammed shut.

The once luxurious and modern corridors were quickly transformed into magnificent Republican-era decor.

The marble floor tiles quickly faded, turning into old-fashioned patterned tiles with a sense of age. The modern incandescent bulbs overhead went out, and then old-fashioned electric lights with varying brightness came on.

Another layer of thick, luxurious classical carpet was laid in the corridor.

Upon seeing this scene, Zhuang Boshi knew that he had arrived at the Caesars Hotel during the Republic of China era.

The real Caesars Grand Hotel.

Opened.

The dimly lit corridor had no windows, yet gusts of cold wind blew through it from time to time, making it feel eerie and unsettling.

Especially along both sides of the corridor, the tightly closed doors, bloodstains, knife marks, tooth marks, and impact cracks all exude a strange, eerie atmosphere.

Clearly, the room was inhabited not by a human, but by a ghost.

It seems that these doors could open at any moment, and some terrifying ghost could rush out.

The corridor stretched into the darkness, with doors on either side seemingly endless.

Of course, the most terrifying thing was the door to room 1402.

The wooden door was covered with crisscrossing scratches and dried, dark red bloodstains.

It looked like something had been frantically scratching at the door.

But the largest mark looks like a slash from a woodcutter's axe, but it was actually cut from inside the room.

It looked as if someone had slashed outwards from inside the room.

Standing at the entrance of Building 1402 felt like standing at the gates of hell; a chill had already crept over my entire body without me even realizing it.

Zhuang Boshi slowly reached for the doorknob.

next moment.

puff!

He was cut in half at the waist by an invisible attack.

His upper body fell to the ground, and blood stained the ground.

"That's really powerful." Zhuang Boshi pushed himself up on the ground and pressed his upper body back onto his lower body.

Zhuang Boshi could clearly feel a supernatural force preventing his upper and lower body from reconnecting.

This power is the supernatural force of the machete that dismembers vengeful ghosts.

That's really interesting. Even though I didn't step on the ground, I still got slashed.

Indeed, none of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, who became the seven strongest people of their time, were easy to deal with.

Ok.

Except for Zhang Bohua, or rather, except for the old Zhang Bohua.

Zhuang Boshi took a deep breath, spent a lot of time healing his wound, and reached out again.

This time, he had two wounds, one vertical and one horizontal, on his body.

He was cut into four pieces.

Fifteen seconds later, he repaired the wound again.

This time the recovery was even faster.

His expression remained unchanged as he reached out to open the door again.

The third time, it was sixteen pieces.

But the knife marks became lighter and lighter, no longer able to completely shred Zhuang Boshi.

The bronze gears in Zhuang Boshi's eyes kept spinning, endlessly adapting to the attack methods of the woodcutter's knife.

He reached for the doorknob for the fourth time, this time with a continuous barrage of slashes from the machete, but he failed to completely shred the man into pieces.

He was covered in blood and staggered as he placed his hand on the doorknob.

The fifth time, no blow landed.

The door slowly opened.

Only a dim, nearly extinguished oil lamp hung from the ceiling of the room.

The entire room, from the walls to the floor to the ceiling, was covered with pieces of newspaper cut into chunks.

The ghost newspaper really did break in, but it was shredded?
Zhuang Boshi's pupils contracted slightly as he looked towards the center of the room.

A tall figure stood in the dim light.

“Li Qingzhi?” Zhuang Boshi’s eyes were sharp and unfathomable.

His wounds had healed in a short time.

He had completely adapted to the damage from the machete.

As if hearing a name he hadn't heard in a long time, the tall figure turned stiffly to face Zhuang Boshi directly.

this person……