"He's not the ghost in the picture."

Huang Quan quickly discovered the problem, and although the physical characteristics of the man opposite were almost the same as the ghost in the photo, they were still different.

The subtleties simply do not stand up to scrutiny.

What's more, in Huang Quan's eyes, the terrifying man with a blue face and fangs on the other side can't be said to be a ghost at all.

"He's just a ghost slave, not a real source of ghosts."

"The ghost slave appears here, so the source must be around here!"

"Where are the ghosts? Was it in the darkness, or at the end of the passage, or somewhere else. ”

Huang Quan frowned, his perception had been affected since he walked into Caesars Hotel.

The hall on the first floor was fine, but on the second and third floors, it was completely affected.

Huang Quan guessed that this supernatural power that affected perception should be emitted from this channel.

Because since Huangquan entered the passage, perceiving this kind of thing is like a fictitious thing.

Huang Quan didn't even know when a ghost slave appeared behind him, and he didn't feel the slightest sense.

The ghost domain of Huangquan only shrouded itself and the shadows, and the scope did not expand.

"Perception is ......... problematic"

Suddenly, Huang Quan looked at the blue skin of the man opposite, as if he had thought of something, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Before, on the third floor, the middle-aged woman I threw down the stairs and was pulled up by me with a ghost chain."

"She had a blue palm print on her neck, which I thought was a mark left by a ghost pinching her neck."

"It doesn't seem like it now, that piece of skin is cyan, it's ghost skin."

The more he thought about it, the more ugly Huang Quan's face became.

Because the real ghost, suspected, was in the body of the middle-aged woman.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid that ghost is almost out of Caesar's Hotel by now."

"The ghost that can be found in the ghost closet is definitely not low, at least it is above A. The world is so big, if you want to find it, you don't know what year or month it is. Huang Quan said angrily.

He wasn't worried about how many people that the ghost would kill when it went out, but he hated that he had missed out on a ghost who had been sheltering a terrifying A-level ghost.

The suppression just now has obviously been formed, if Huang Quan is more patient and carefully checks it, he will definitely find something.

"Now that the source ghost has left, has the ghost slave's mode of action also been affected?"

Huang Quan looked at the blue-faced and fanged man not far away, and his face was thoughtful.

At this time, the shadow had already appeared beside the ghost slave, reaching out and stabbing towards the ghost slave.

In the Shadow's hand, there was also a rusty coffin nail.

Huang Quan had a total of three coffin nails on his body, and shortly after entering this dark passage, he handed one of the coffin nails to Shadow.

In order to meet the ghost, the two of them fought back and forth, and solved each other in an instant.

The blue-faced and fanged man seemed to have completely lost his regularity, and he did not move at all, completely unaware of the danger coming.

In Huang Quan's opinion, the nail of the shadow will directly kill the other party.

After all, the man was just a ghost slave, not a real ghost.

Ghosts don't die, but ghost slaves can be killed.

Just like the ghost slaves of the starving ghosts, the ghost slaves of the fourth stage cannot be killed because they have already devoured a ghost and have successfully evolved into ghosts themselves.

But the ghost slaves of the first, second, and third stages can all be killed, because they are still only ghost slaves, not ghosts.

"Wow".

The hand that held the coffin nail stabbed out violently, so hard that the air was cut.

However, the result was beyond Huang Quan's expectations.

The shadow didn't stab the blue-faced fanged man!

"That ghost slave suddenly disappeared when the coffin nail was about to stab his body."

Huang Quan, who saw all this in his eyes, couldn't help frowning, he faintly felt that something was not right, but he couldn't think of what the problem was.

"The disappearance of the ghost slave is not the transfer of the ghost domain, but the real disappearance, what is the reason for this?"

"I'm definitely missing something."

"The dark staircase, the eerie passageway, the shielded perception, the ghost, the ghost slave, there must be a connection between them."

Huang Quan thought quickly, trying to find the connection between them, he had already sensed that something was wrong.

His instinct told him that the real exit of this strange passage might not be the brighter and brighter place ahead.

Caesars Hotel, the staircase on the third floor.

The body of the middle-aged woman lying on the ground began to slowly stand up.

The expression on her face was very strange, as if she was smiling but not smiling.

The appearance is also a little terrifying, the mouth is slightly open, revealing hideous fangs, the eyes are turquoise, and the pupils are erect, like the eyes of a snake.

The skin on his body also turned blue.

This is not a human, but a blue-faced and fanged ghost!

Huang Quan's guess was right, the real ghost was indeed in the middle-aged woman's body, and it had completely recovered at this time.

"Tread, stride!"

The ghosts began to act.

The middle-aged woman walked towards the second floor of the hotel step by step, and the crisp sound of footsteps came from the contact between her high heels and the ground.

At this time, the stairs leading from the third floor to the second floor were normal, except that the environment was a little dim and there were blood stains on the steps of the stairs.

There was no darkness, and the middle-aged woman did not walk into that strange passage like the Yellow Spring.

The entire floor was silent, except for the crisp footsteps of middle-aged women.

Her steps are not hurried or slow, and she always maintains a frequency.

Soon, the middle-aged woman walked to the second floor of the hotel, and she did not enter the corridor on the second floor.

Instead, she continued to walk down the stairs, as if the second floor was not her destination.

"Stomp! Stompe! ”

When the middle-aged woman was about to walk to the hall on the first floor, a tall figure also walked out of the corridor on the second floor.

It was a somewhat decomposed male corpse, and the male corpse still held a rusty and worn firewood knife in his hand.

The footsteps of the male corpse were very dull, and each step left a black footprint on the ground that smelled of corpses.

The male corpse and the middle-aged woman did not collide head-on, the male corpse traveled in the direction of upstairs, but the middle-aged woman led downstairs.

As the male corpse went upstairs, his footsteps covered the footprints left by the middle-aged woman.

However, it did not trigger the killing law of the hatchet.

Because the footsteps of the two are opposite, one goes upstairs and the other goes downstairs, although the footsteps are covered, but they do not coincide.

The middle-aged woman walked to the first floor of the hotel, and the female receptionist in the lobby still had that professional smile.

In the face of such a terrifying middle-aged woman, the female front desk of the hotel did not have the slightest look of fear on her face, and just looked at the middle-aged woman with a smile.

The middle-aged woman's footsteps did not stop, and she still walked towards the door of the hotel with a strange expression on her face.

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