Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

A long creaking sound.

Su Ming pushed open the door of the Lychee Hotel.

It seems like no living person has been here for a long time.

A wave of dust mixed with the smells of mold and burnt wafted over.

Su Ming fanned the dust in front of his eyes and then turned on his flashlight.

Despite it being daytime, the interior of the Lychee Hotel was as dark as the dead of night.

Occasionally, faint crackling sounds could be heard in the darkness, like ashes from a burning fire gently exploding in the darkness.

He had to use his assistant's flashlight to see inside the hotel.

The floor is made of broken tiles.

The carpet was rotten and moldy, and piled with a lot of garbage that was unrecognizable.

The flashlight was shone onto the ceiling.

This is Su Ming's habit.

After all, the gloomy corridors of Heng'an Middle School had left a strong impression on him.

I have a feeling that there's a dark shadow lurking on the ceiling, waiting to ambush me.

Fortunately, apart from being yellowed and blackened and covered with spiderweb-like cracks, the ceiling of the Lychee Hotel was otherwise unremarkable.

He snapped his fingers: "Dean of Students, go inside and find the light switch, turn it on."

The head of discipline swayed his massive body and plunged headfirst into the darkness.

A muffled thud came from the darkness, followed by the crackling of breaking glass and the sound of a bottle rolling.

A few minutes later, with a snap, the lights in the hall came on.

It was a crystal chandelier.

Unfortunately, it is now broken and incomplete. Most of the crystal pendant is missing, and the rest is covered with a thick layer of black ash, making even the lights dim.

Fortunately, it can still provide some light source.

With the light, Su Ming was able to see the entire lobby clearly.

One-third of the lobby's dome has collapsed, with charred steel bars hanging down like twisted bone claws.

The collapsed area was covered with a thick layer of black ash.

Twisted and deformed tables and chairs and charred sofa outlines were scattered all around, like solidified sculptures of pain.

On the mottled walls, you can see blackened, slippery handprints, and even embedded human silhouettes that have long since calcified and become one with the wall.

"Tsk tsk." Su Ming smacked his lips.

Although I knew that the Lychee Hotel had suffered a major fire seven years ago.

But no one expected the fire to be so severe.

According to official records, the death toll from the Lizhi Hotel fire was 132, not including those who went missing.

After all, with such a huge fire, some people didn't even leave behind their bones; they were burned to ashes.

Su Ming walked into the hall and immediately shouted, "Are there any ghosts? Come out and greet your king!"

The sound echoed in the empty lobby.

no respond.

It was eerily quiet.

"I'll count to three. If you don't come out by then, don't blame me for losing my temper."

When he arrived yesterday, he clearly felt something watching him from the shadows.

He then gave the other person a "see you tomorrow" gesture.

When I went to their door today, there wasn't even a ghost to greet me.

Isn't it said that it is a great joy to have friends coming from afar?

Su Ming was unhappy.

Then none of you will be happy.

"Three...two...one..."

As the countdown ended, Su Ming spat out a "pui".

"Damn it, even as a ghost, he's still so cowardly."

"You guys," Su Ming said, pointing at the head of the teaching department and his team, "Tear it down, tear it down hard, smash it as hard as you can."

I refuse to believe it.

The head of the teaching department and his team immediately went all out, smashing and ramming the objects.

Especially the sports students, they are like human demolition victims, bulging their muscles and crashing into a load-bearing wall that looks relatively intact.

All you could hear was a thud, as it smashed through wall after wall.

Then it turned around and crashed in another direction.

The second best performer was the human-skinned ghost.

It was dressed in the skin of a handsome middle-aged man, carrying a huge iron hammer that it had found from somewhere, and began to smash the wall with a clang.

This handsome man was probably a construction worker when he died.

Anyway, Su Ming was quite satisfied with the "professionalism" of the human skin ghost.

This guy's wardrobe has hundreds of human skins hanging on it; he has all sorts of people.

Wearing the skin of a pool spirit, one can teach; wearing the skin of a beautiful chef, one can cook; wearing the skin of a construction worker, one can smash walls more fiercely than other ghosts.

I'll have it find a massage therapist's skin to teach me some techniques.

Even Su Ming had to admit that the human skin ghost's potential was indeed terrifying.

Fortunately, its excessive fascination with human skin has prevented it from reaching the level of a disaster.

Otherwise, once it reaches a catastrophic level...

I wouldn't dare say it's the most powerful, but it's definitely the most terrifying.

The lobby was filled with constant rumbling noises and billowing dust.

Strangely, the entire hotel's structure was exceptionally sturdy.

Despite several extremely dangerous and violent demolitions, there was not a single sign of collapse.

Su Ming couldn't help but curse.

"Damn, what a bunch of cowards, not even a ghost showed up!"

Actually, you can't blame the Lychee Hotel for being cowardly.

Look at the impressive lineup Su Ming has brought.

Two disaster-level projections, and five super-dangerous ones.

Let alone demolishing the Lychee Hotel, even demolishing a small country wouldn't be a big problem.

According to them: "Brother, we are ghosts, at most a bit more vicious, crazy, and terrifying, but that doesn't mean we're stupid!"

After finishing his rant, Su Ming helped up a high-backed chair that was still in relatively good condition.

He wiped his face with his sleeve and quickly said to Wen Qi with a smile, "Sister School Beauty, please sit down. Let them take their time with this kind of rough work as demolition."

Wen Qi nodded and was about to sit down when Su Ming suddenly felt a pain in his arm.

The headless female corpse's cold fingers tightened, gripping her so tightly they hurt.

I haven't had a chance to ask yet.

With a hiss, the high-backed chair seemed to be corroded by strong acid, instantly melting into a pool of black water.

next second.

Su Ming's vision suddenly went dark!

Tens of thousands of black hairs shot out like arrows, carrying a chilling coldness, their target the headless female corpse.

At the feet of the headless female corpse, thick blood silently gushed out, instantly forming a pool of blood.

Countless tiny, bloody hands reached out, precisely grabbing at the incoming black hair.

Meanwhile, an even more concealed streak of blood, like a venomous snake, slid silently along the ground toward Wen Qi's ankle.

Wen Qi's black hair quickly spread out like a carpet beneath his feet, colliding violently with the line of blood.

With a "hiss".

Where the black hair came into contact with the blood, large clouds of mixed blood and black mist rose up.

Two colors of mist rose simultaneously, almost dividing the lobby of the Lychee Hotel in two.

Half of it was pitch black, and the other half was scarlet red, like a prison.

Su Ming was caught in the middle, and his whole body went numb.

He quickly shouted, "Stop! Stop it! Don't fight!"

"Ptooey." Su Ming quickly spat, feeling that his pronunciation was a bit off. He must have been watching too many short videos and accidentally switched channels.

"Sorry, let's try again."

"Stop! Stop fighting!"

"It's just a chair."

"There aren't many chairs here... but... you can sit on my lap."

"I have two legs, and in between..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone kicked Su Ming.

Perhaps they both kicked each other.

Anyway, Su Ming flew out and stuck to the wall.

After sliding down, Su Ming stood up cursing.

How could he know that the headless female corpse and Wen Qi, two dignified disaster-level beings, would actually fight over a chair?

If this gets out, who the hell would believe it?

But in reality...

This is no longer a question of whether it's a chair or not.

Ghosts possess a terrifying yet pure possessiveness that allows no room for compromise.

Previously, Su Ming held Wen Qi's hand with his left hand and supported the headless female corpse with his right hand, barely managing to maintain a delicate balance.

However, the order of the chairs directly disrupted this balance.

You gave Wen Qi a chair first, but did you even consider my headless female corpse? This is clearly blatant favoritism and contempt.

The headless female corpse was of noble birth; though a ghost, she was extremely proud at heart.

So she melted the chair.

But Wen Qi is not someone to be trifled with.

Always number one, an instinct etched into our very bones.

He dominated everyone in life, and he will not tolerate any form of weakness after death.

If you provoke me, I will respond.

If you make a move, I will strike back.

So she took action against the headless female corpse.

Once they started, it was like lighting a powder keg; they couldn't stop.