At this moment, Yang Jian was in the bedroom reading the clues left by those who had previously entered this room.

Most of the clues were useless, but occasionally he found some very valuable information.

So far, he had found only two pieces of information somewhat useful.

That room 701, not 101, was the room where Ah Nan was resurrected; he had deliberately swapped room numbers with someone.

Also, room 88 indeed had a ghost, and the ghost wasn’t within the old TV, but sitting on the room’s sofa.

However, this information wasn’t important to Yang Jian at the moment as he wanted to uncover the secrets of this Caesar Grand Hotel, not just details about a room or two, and thus he felt somewhat disappointed.

Nonetheless, just as Yang Jian continued to look through the information,

unnoticed, a long shadow appeared at the bedroom door, arriving abruptly as if it had materialized out of thin air, for before in the living room there had been no such shadow.

With the change in light, the shadow stretched longer.

It seemed as if someone was standing calmly yet eerily at the bedroom door, silently watching Yang Jian inside.

Yet in the dim room, behind Yang Jian’s head, his skin tore open, and a blood-red ghost eye burst out from the flesh, moving restlessly before fixing itself firmly on the shadow at the door.

Under the gaze of the ghost eye,

the shadow at the bedroom door seemed startled, quickly retracting as though leaving.

Yet no sound of footsteps arose in the living room.

The vision of the ghost eye was interconnected.

At this moment Yang Jian stood up, quickly turned around, and without a word, dashed out of the bedroom.

Beneath the yellow light, the living room was empty, everything appeared so calm, only an old TV crackled with static snow on the screen.

“Was the ghost just staring at me from behind?” Yang Jian didn’t look at the TV but focused his gaze on the old leather sofa.

If the information was true…

then the TV was merely a means for the ghost to kill, not where it resided; the real ghost sat on the sofa watching the TV.

However, there was nothing on the old leather sofa.

Yang Jian’s ghost eye revealed the sofa was empty too.

This indicated the ghost was not hiding in a deeper layer of the Ghost Domain.

“Does it require sitting down like with that redwood stool to find the ghost? No, it shouldn’t be like that, if sitting allowed you to see the ghost, there would have been a warning on the previous information.”

Yang Jian then directly sat down on the sofa.

The sofa felt stiff with no elasticity and emitted a musty smell.

He looked around beside him.

No ghost was seen beside him.

This confirmed his judgment was correct, but to be sure, Yang Jian had to apply some conventional wisdom.

Hmm?

Soon after, Yang Jian seemed to notice something, he slightly raised his head to look at the ceiling.

The yellowing ceiling lamp started to sway slightly, making a creaking noise, casting a shadow swaying back and forth in the living room like a human figure, which was chilling.

“The ghost left the sofa but is still hovering in the room; this ghost doesn’t have a physical form of a fierce ghost.”

Yang Jian squinted slightly and said, “But there’s nothing useful to find in room 88 right now. I don’t need to stay here any longer, since the ghost is well-hidden, I won’t fight with it, I’ll leave here and talk later.”

Then he slowly stood up.

His body began to get damp, water started dripping from his feet, and water stains increasingly spread from beneath him, soon forming a puddle that rapidly spread and covered the entire living room.

A ghost might be able to trap Yang Jian, but it definitely couldn’t trap Ghost Lake.

This was the supernatural power of an S-level paranormal event, impossible to be confined by merely a supernatural room.

The puddle on the ground grew larger.

When the water touched the TV on the ground, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The puddle flowed continuously into the old TV.

Yet the water entering the TV didn’t reappear, as if it had disappeared somewhere else.

“I see.”

Yang Jian’s gaze flickered, and his figure slowly sank, gradually getting submerged in the puddle.

Soon, his entire body disappeared.

But the puddle on the floor didn’t decrease, continuing to increase.

Meanwhile,

in room 88,

which was identical to the previous room Yang Jian was in, the only difference being that it wasn’t empty; a blurry figure with a strange smile on its face sat motionless on the sofa, staring at the old TV, maintaining this posture for a long time.

Yet suddenly,

the old TV screen turned to static, as if the signal were being interfered with.

Immediately, water stains appeared on the screen, increasing until the screen was filled, and then they began to spill into the living room.

Water gathered, pooling together.

“Splash!”

The next moment,

a hand suddenly emerged from the water and pressed hard on the ground; then Yang Jian leapt up from the water.

He disappeared from room 88, yet reappeared there.

At this moment,

Yang Jian’s gaze locked onto the cold, blurry figure on the sofa.

He had found the fierce ghost.

The fierce ghost remained motionless on the sofa, like a long-deceased corpse, not reacting to Yang Jian’s presence.

“This should be the third room 88, and the one before was probably the fourth room 88; the TV is the medium.”

At this point, Yang Jian didn’t attack the fierce ghost on the sofa.

Because it was pointless.

Dealing with the ghost in this room couldn’t handle all room 88 since there were other room 88s.

The water spread, and Yang Jian disappeared again.

He broke the supernatural influence and connected the medium, forcibly reversing his invasion back, pulling himself from a deeper paranormal realm back to reality.

Soon,

he appeared back in room 88’s living room.

This time, two indistinct, cold figures sat on the sofa.

Two ghosts?

Yang Jian glanced at them briefly, without lingering, and continued his reverse invasion.

For the third time, when he emerged from the water, there were now three blurry ghostly figures on the sofa, all watching the TV, showing no reaction to Yang Jian’s presence.

“To entirely resolve the paranormal issues in this room, I must first deal with these three ghosts, and then go into the deeper rooms to handle the two ghosts, one ghost… Only this way can all paranormal connections be severed; otherwise, as long as one ghost remains unresolved, room 88 will always exist.”

Yang Jian thought to himself.

This fierce ghost wasn’t very high on the terror level, but dealing with it was too difficult, even a Captain Level person would be trapped here, unable to leave for a lifetime.

Luckily he had Ghost Lake to connect to reality so he didn’t worry about being trapped.

Once more he disappeared from the room.

Yang Jian soon reappeared in the living room.

“Captain.” Upon emerging, Yang Jian heard Li Yang’s voice.

Yang Jian stood up from the water, shaking off the moisture: “Relax, I’m fine, just got too deep, and it took some time to return.”

“It’s good that you’re safe, we thought something happened to you.”

Tong Qian also breathed a sigh of relief seeing Yang Jian reappear, feeling at ease.

“This room is indeed perilous; anyone entering it and getting targeted by the fierce ghost can’t escape, they’d be trapped alive, I saw information left by those who were trapped here before,” Yang Jian said.

Ah Nan asked, “I probably died inside there too, didn’t I?”

“Quite a few times, you’ve been trapped and died over a dozen times; Dong Yulan and Zhu Jian too,” Yang Jian glanced at him before replying.

“It’s a pity there’s no harvest, just wasted time, let’s move on, note down this room and don’t be curious to enter it again.”

The others nodded, casting a deep glance at room 88.

If even Yang Jian said it was dangerous, then it certainly was not simple, never to be entered again.

Closing the room’s door, they continued forward.

Yet merely after a short distance walk, the door to room 88 silently opened a crack again.

Yellow light spilled out, vaguely showing a figure moving back and forth inside.

Everything returned to how it once was.

This paranormal event, if occurring outside, was at most a C-level threat, couldn’t kill many people, but Yang Jian felt the room was enough to trap a Captain level individual.

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