Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

Chapter 582 [Strange] Emptying the Caesars Grand Hotel

Zhao Kaiming started cleaning from the first room and went through each one one by one.

Although it's called "cleaning," it doesn't actually require much technical skill.

It involves pushing open doors one by one, pulling out the vengeful spirits inside, and then stuffing them into one's own body.

Simple and direct, but effective.

The first room is number 28, which is right next door.

Zhao Kaiming kicked the door open.

Behind the door was a cramped little room, decorated in a style reminiscent of a hotel from the Republican era.

The walls were covered with yellowed wallpaper, and the floor was covered with a faded carpet.

A woman in a cheongsam stood in the center of the room.

The cheongsam was red, but it was so dirty that you couldn't tell the original color anymore. The hem was tattered, as if it had been torn by something.

The woman had her back to the door, her long black hair reaching her waist.

Zhao Kaiming made quite a commotion when he came in, but she didn't react at all.

She remained with her back to him, motionless.

Zhao Kaiming raised an eyebrow and stepped inside.

The moment he stepped across the threshold, the woman suddenly turned her head.

It's the kind of 180-degree rotation that normal people can't do.

Her face appeared at the back of her head.

The expression on his face was very strange.

She was smiling, but the curve of her lips was stiff, as if someone had pried it up with their hands.

At the same time, her body began to slowly turn around.

Zhao Kaiming was too lazy to wait for her to finish turning around.

He stepped forward and reached out to press his hand against her face.

A chilling aura surged into her palm, and the woman's body began to tremble violently.

The red on the cheongsam faded as if washed away by water, and the smile on her face gradually crumbled.

A few seconds later, the woman in the cheongsam completely disappeared, turning into a wisp of gray mist that Zhao Kaiming inhaled.

"Grade B," Zhao Kaiming casually commented. "Next."

The second room, number 21.

This one is bigger, like a small living room.

There was no complete "human-shaped" vengeful ghost inside, only a ghostly hand.

The hand reached out from the wall and crawled around on the ceiling like a gecko, leaving behind a series of dark handprints.

Those handprints exuded a strong supernatural aura.

Zhao Kaiming noticed that several handprints on the floor had started to smoke, as if they had been corroded by something.

Zhao Kaiming raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

An invisible suction force erupted from his palm.

The ghostly hand that was frantically fleeing across the ceiling suddenly flew towards him, as if caught by an invisible rope.

The ghost hand struggled desperately, its fingers clawing wildly in the air, leaving black cracks in its wake.

But it didn't work.

Zhao Kaiming pinched it, like pinching a disobedient octopus.

A wisp of black energy seeped out from between his fingers, and the struggle of the ghost hand grew weaker and weaker until it finally fell silent.

"If it were complete, it might be no weaker than Grade A, but unfortunately it's just a puzzle piece."

Zhao Kaiming commented.

Suddenly, a ball rolled to his feet.

The ball was an old-fashioned rubber ball with colorful patterns painted on it, but the colors had faded quite a bit.

It rolled to Zhao Kaiming's feet, paused for a moment, and then started bouncing on its own.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

The ball bounced at a strange rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, as if something was controlling it.

Zhao Kaiming didn't go to pick up the ball, but instead looked up into the depths of the corridor.

A little boy was squatting there.

No, it's not a little boy.

It was a vengeful ghost with the body of a child, dressed in children's clothing from the Republican era, with a grayish-white face and two black, empty eyes.

Zhao Kaiming glanced down at the ball at his feet.

The ball bounced faster and faster, as if urging him on.

"Sorry, I don't play ball."

Zhao Kaiming stepped on the ball.

The ball made a dull "plop" sound and deflated as if it had lost its air.

At the same time, the little boy in the corner let out a sharp scream and suddenly lunged at Zhao Kaiming.

Zhao Kaiming raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

The little boy's body hung on the wall like a tattered sack.

Zhao Kaiming walked over and absorbed it.

"It's pretty weak, but the rules are quite interesting. I'll keep it for later study," Zhao Kaiming muttered to himself.

The corridors are not peaceful either.

As Zhao Kaiming stepped out of the fourth room, he bumped into a mother and son.

My mother was wearing a top and skirt from the Republican era, her hair was neatly combed, and she had a kind smile on her face.

Her son, who was about five or six years old, was being led by the hand.

The mother and son stood in the middle of the corridor, blocking Zhao Kaiming's way.

The mother glanced down at her son, then looked up at Zhao Kaiming.

He opened his mouth.

Instantly, the surrounding air began to distort.

The walls at both ends of the corridor seemed to be kneaded and squeezed towards him by an invisible hand.

At the same time, the little boy let go of his mother's hand and skipped and hopped towards Zhao Kaiming.

His shadow stretched long and thin on the ground, like a black snake, silently spreading towards Zhao Kaiming's feet.

"Mother and child ghost."

Zhao Kaiming recognized the pair.

Its strength rating is at least A or above.

"That's interesting," Zhao Kaiming said.

Then activate the supernatural forces within your body.

The shadow stopped abruptly when it reached Zhao Kaiming's feet.

It felt like I'd bumped into an invisible wall.

Then Zhao Kaiming raised his right foot and stomped it lightly.

"Thump—"

The entire corridor was shaking.

The little boy's shadow fell silent instantly.

The mother let out a sharp scream, grabbed her son's hand, and pulled him back to her side.

The mother and son hugged each other and rushed towards Zhao Kaiming.

Zhao Kaiming opened his arms and greeted him as if embracing an old friend.

"Thank you for nature's bounty!"

A few seconds later, the mother and child ghosts disappeared.

Zhao Kaiming stood still, without a single wrinkle on his body.

Zhao Kaiming scanned the next room one by one.

Some rooms are haunted, while others are not.

Those that are ghosts, suppress and devour them all.

There was nothing fishy about it, so Zhao Kaiming didn't care and turned to leave.

He was like a ruthless harvesting machine, leaving no trace of "ghosts" in his wake.

But not all vengeful ghosts are so easy to deal with.

As he walked to the middle of the corridor, a strange aura wafted over him.

Those were a bunch of ghosts.

A vast array of thirty-five.

They were dressed in costumes and heavy makeup, standing in neat rows, like actors waiting to go on stage.

There are female roles, old male roles, clown roles, and martial arts roles.

Each of them was pale-faced and had vacant eyes, but their demeanor was extremely professional.

The moment they saw Zhao Kaiming, all the vengeful ghosts turned their heads at the same time.

Thirty-five pairs of empty eyes stared at him in unison.

Then, they began to perform.

There was no musical accompaniment, no deafening drumming or gonging.

But the sounds of the opera came from all directions, drilling straight into people's brains.

The sound seemed to come from a very far place, or perhaps it came from the depths of one's own heart.

Sorrowful, mournful, and eerie.

Each note is like a blunt knife, sawing back and forth across the soul.

Zhao Kaiming frowned.

"The Ghost Opera Troupe"

This is one of the most terrifying things in the Caesars Hotel.

The combined strength of these thirty-five vengeful spirits is far more than simply the sum of their individual powers.

There is a strange connection and cooperation between them, which can exert supernatural power far beyond that of an individual.

Even Zhao Kaiming now wouldn't dare to be careless.

Thirty-five vengeful ghosts suddenly sprang to life.

They began to move around and change formations, as if they were performing a complete play.

The stage lights flickered on and off, the voices of the opera grew increasingly mournful, and the air throughout the corridor trembled.

Zhao Kaiming activated the rules of the wishing ghost.

"Stop them."

A supernatural power spread from his body.

On the illusory stage, the lights flickered.

The voice of the opera actor paused for a moment.

But it recovered quickly.

And it's even more intense.

The thirty-five vengeful ghosts moved faster and faster, and the voices of the opera grew louder and louder, as if they were resisting Zhao Kaiming's wish.

Zhao Kaiming's eyes lit up: "It can actually defy my wish-granting rules?"

He became interested.

The rules of the wishing ghost are not something that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can defy.

This ghost opera troupe is indeed quite skilled.

Zhao Kaiming stopped testing the waters and directly used all his supernatural abilities.

It transformed into a hazy gray light, surging towards the ghost opera troupe in an overwhelming manner.

next moment.

The illusory stage disappeared.

The sound of the opera abruptly stopped.

The movements of the thirty-five vengeful ghosts froze simultaneously, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Zhao Kaiming opened his hands, his five fingers loosely clenched.

"receive."

The light mist began to shrink, carrying thirty-five fierce ghosts with it, and surged into his body.

Zhao Kaiming stood still, eyes closed, feeling the immense supernatural power within his body.

The rules of the thirty-five vengeful ghosts rampaged through his body, trying to break free of their restraints.

But it was quickly refined.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhao Kaiming opened his eyes.

"It was worth it." He grinned.

The thirty-five vengeful ghosts in the ghost opera troupe are all A-level beings, and together they are definitely S-level.

After absorbing it, the nascent form of his inner world underwent a dramatic change.

What was originally a blurry, chaotic existence has now become more solid, and the outline of "space" is faintly visible.

"Almost there." Zhao Kaiming could feel that the inner world was about to take shape.

Zhao Kaiming continued cleaning the remaining rooms.

There were a few tough guys among them who caused him some trouble.

For example, the ghost furnace fire.

It was a vengeful ghost engulfed in dark red flames. The fire on its body was not ordinary fire, but "ghost fire," capable of burning away supernatural beings.

When Zhao Kaiming reached out to grab it, a hole was burned through the supernatural protective gear on his hand, and a patch of his skin was scorched.

"Ouch—it's a little hot."

Zhao Kaiming shook his hand, and the wound healed quickly.

Enraged, he pressed the ghost furnace fire to the ground and forcefully "ate" it.

The Ghost Furnace Fire burned inside his body for quite some time before being refined.

There are also ghosts that throw bones.

The ghost was holding a bone and was throwing it at people it saw.

The moment the bone hits the ground, it triggers a certain instant-death rule.

Zhao Kaiming was thrown by it once.

It hurt him quite a bit.

Then he swallowed the ghost that threw the bones.

There are also ghouls.

The ghost was rotting all over and emitted a strong stench of decay.