The Crescent Hotel is located on the famous pedestrian street of Fog City, and at about nine o'clock in the evening it is the lively time here, because the fire has just broken out, the Crescent Hotel is surrounded by a cordon.

"I'll go shopping, and I'll come back at eleven."

Eleven o'clock is the time when the shops are closed for rest in the pedestrian street, and the tourists are almost dispersed by then, so that they can do their errands.

Yao Yiyu took one last look at the hotel that was half bright and beautiful, and half of it was burned black, and sensed that the yin qi inside was terrifyingly thick, such a serious yin qi, those cultivators in Fog City had actually allowed it to do evil for many years?

"Team leader, look at her hanging appearance, she just leaves, and she doesn't take us seriously at all."

"Otherwise, let's all stand here together and wait for the wind to disperse?"

Wen Haoyu felt that Wei Lu was unreasonable tonight, what did she mean by Yao Yiyu? People didn't take her seriously at all.

Yao Yiyu directly found a tea room, picked a location facing the street, drank tea and looked at the dense crowd, still thinking about the question just now, why didn't the cultivators in Fog City deal with the matter of the land in the Crescent Hotel for so many years.

If you don't understand, you ask, and after thinking about it, Yao Yiyu sent a message to Director Tian.

It took a while to hear a reply.

"No one has ever commissioned someone to come and clean it up."

In Huaguo, as one of the four major organizations in the cultivation world, Chongxiao Tang has a special website under its name, and cultivators who encounter supernatural events and do not know each other will go to Chongxiao Tang's website to publish the entrustment information and pay someone to help. The meaning of Director Tian's message is that the people who have opened a company on this land or who have been injured by supernatural events here have not taken the initiative to ask someone to come and clean it up.

Just one sentence made Yao Yiyu have mixed feelings, just because no one paid for the commission, so no one cared?

The fire at the Crescent Hotel killed people this time, so a case was filed, and the Wanshu Bureau had to intervene, otherwise would it be the same as before?

At the cost of human life, when did practice become so mundane?

Yao Yiyu was indignant, cultivators should have the world in mind, maintain the stability of the Four Realms, coldly watch the evil and chaos and not make a move, and only wait for others to ask for money before leaving the mountain, wouldn't it be a loss of the true Dao heart to chase fame and fortune like this!

After the ball, the heart of this thing to benefit all beings began to wake up......

The wooden plaque that always paid attention to Yao Yiyu's mood change lamented, and remembered the heroic posture of the master who roared when he saw the injustice, and it was a headache.

Yao Yiyu lingered in the tea room until half past ten before checking out and leaving, and slowly went to the Crescent Hotel.

When they arrived, Qiu Zhizhuan and the three of them were already waiting there, nodding to each other, and waiting for a few tourists around to leave before crossing the cordon and entering the hotel.

Unexpectedly, after the four of them entered, a small team of three young men and women also sneaked in, one of whom was holding a long selfie pole and holding a mobile phone on it for live broadcast.

"Everyone, we have now come to the legendary very fierce Crescent Hotel, everyone see, the hotel was burned to this ghost, some fans said, this fire is not caused by the official report of the circuit abnormality, but a cleaning aunt who was set on fire by the ghost, below, we will take everyone in together to take a look, maybe we can meet the ghost, ask if he did it, we are also investigating the case for the police uncle, old iron, remember to pay attention to 666."

"Anchor, you guys are really slippery, the Crescent Hotel is really haunted, not a joke, hurry up."

"Sit and wait for the anchor to be touched by the ghost, raise it high and beat the small chest."

"I just saw a white shadow drifting through the upstairs window!"

"Don't be scary upstairs!!"

The audience in the live broadcast room began to leave messages and swipe the screen, and young people love to watch this kind of exciting thing, even if the anchor doesn't encounter anything in the end, the terrifying atmosphere deliberately created is enough to make everyone's adrenaline soar.

"Little K, it seems that there are really those things here, I—I'm a little scared of ......"

Xiao Rou, the only woman in the three-person team, tightly grasped Xiao K's arm holding the selfie lever and shooting around, and her voice was already a little choked.

"I'm afraid of a hammer, how can there be any ghosts in this world, come and take a turn, our fans will have to rise by hundreds, these are all money."

Xiao K said indifferently, but muttered in his heart, this hotel has burned like this, and the air conditioner is still on, which is strangely cold.

"That's it, with us protecting you, what are you afraid of."

Another man named Luo Jinrong had a lewd smile on his face, he only joined the team of these two anchors today, Xiao K is a well-known horror anchor on the live broadcast platform, and Xiao Rou is his assistant.

Luo Jinrong is the fan who left a message for Xiao K saying that the fire at the Crescent Hotel is not simple, the purpose is to seduce them to come over for an adventure, and he easily joined as a person who knows the inside story, so that he can show his face, and maybe he can have an affair.

The swishing mouse eyes scanned back and forth on Xiao Rou's good figure, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, Xiao Rou was uncomfortable with his obscene gaze, and leaned on Xiao K again.

The hotel was pitch black, the three of them only relied on the pitiful light of the flashlight that came with the mobile phone, and there was nothing special to find in the hall on the first floor, after getting used to the darkness and the pungent smell of burning, the three of them lightly found a safe staircase, ready to go up to the second floor to see.

"Anchor, up the stairs!"

Xiao K's mobile phone lens sandwiched on the selfie bar swept to a strange figure, and the sharp-eyed audience found it and hurriedly typed a reminder, but unfortunately the attention of the three of them was focused on the wet stairs at this time, and they didn't see their message.

"Hell, the fire has been extinguished for days, and it's so hot, how can there be so much water left!"

Little K couldn't help complaining that he was wearing new shoes on his feet, which was terrible, and the new shoes were wasted.

"Luo Jinrong, don't touch my neck!"

This person is getting more and more excessive, and he actually took advantage of the darkness to make a move! Xiao Rou couldn't bear to warn him.

"Touching you? I didn't, I was holding the handle of the stairs with both hands! ”

Stunned for a moment, Luo Jinrong hurriedly shouted injustice, the stairs were too slippery, and he was fat, so he had to stabilize himself with both hands and grab the handle.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Very mad laughter echoed through the stairs.

"Ahh

Xiao Rou's tense nerves broke all of a sudden.

"Who? Get out of here, don't pretend to be a ghost! ”

Xiao K was holding on to his mouth, and his hand holding the selfie bar was already so hard that his muscles were bursting out.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The laughter continued, and no one was seen.

"Anchor! On top! Look up! ”

", it's horrible!!"

"Damn, the makeup artist of horror movies come and learn, this is the scary ghost!"

The selfie bar went straight up, and the camera just shot at the bend of the stairs, where a phantom in a shabby hospital gown stood stunned, his head weirdly crooked, his black eyes staring at the three people below without blinking, his muscles stiffened and cracked with a big smile, his face was dead gray, indescribably weird and terrifying.

"Up, up?"

Xiao K finally saw the rows of reminders in the live broadcast room, but the phantom in the lens was gone, and when they looked up, they naturally couldn't see anything abnormal.

"Back!"

"Turn your head, no, don't turn your head!"

The three of them didn't notice anything abnormal, thinking that the audience was scaring them, so they secretly breathed a sigh of relief and missed everyone's new round of reminders.

However, the phantom that had already floated behind them seemed to have made up her mind to have a close encounter with them this time.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The infiltrating and familiar laughter came from behind, and Luo Jinrong, who was walking at the end, felt a cold gas spray on his back neck, and he shivered.