Feeling that the fierce man was dead, Tang Wu breathed a sigh of relief. But then, a frown arose - who is this man? Why is it in a fantasy hostel?

In the spirit of trying it out, Tang Wu searched the body of the fierce man, but unexpectedly found a driver's license, which recorded his name, age, address and other basic information.

Fog Hidden Zone...... This fierce man is from the Fog Hidden Zone.

Ryan is a large metropolis with a population of nearly 10 million, divided into a total of thirteen districts, each with a regional center. Tang Wu's residence, Xixia Apartment, is located in the center of Xiling District, and the Paranormal Research Laboratory is located in Xiling District, close to the suburbs. Next to Xiling District, there is Wuyin District, and Tanan Road is at the junction of Xiling District and Wuyin District.

People in the Fog Hidden Zone...... Did you accidentally run in? Tang Wu was a little puzzled, but she didn't think much about it, first dragged the fierce man's body aside and locked the door...... The door of this room didn't even have a deadbolt, no wonder the door could be opened directly at first, you must know that the fierce man was disposing of the corpse at the beginning.

Tang Wu looked around the room, removed a broom lever, and pressed the door against it, it is not clear how effective it can be, but it is better than nothing.

After a battle, according to the clock on the wall, it was already eleven fifty o'clock, and it was almost twelve o'clock as the fierce man said.

As for the "rules" said by the fierce man, Tang Wu didn't dare to disbelieve it, but she didn't believe it all. Let's not say whether he lied or not, even if what he said was true, it was what he thought was "true", not necessarily the actual "true". The fierce man was killing people and robbing a room just now, which means that he is probably also a newcomer, so where did he get this information? Is the source of the information reliable? No one knows.

This is also the reason why Tang Wu didn't move the table and blocked the door by moving the bed - after twelve o'clock, it is still uncertain whether the ghosts in the corridor will rush in, or if there are ghosts in the room and need to escape!

Outcome...... Nothing happened. Tang Yu sat on the bed, recuperating and recuperating while observing the room and listening to the movement in the corridor outside.

After twelve o'clock, Minggui Hotel was as quiet as ever. This made Tang Wu feel a little uneasy, in her past experience, she never said that she could survive the danger by staying where she was. Do you want...... Go out and see? Tang Wu couldn't help but have this idea in her mind.

This is a very bold and dangerous idea, but it is not necessarily stupid, on the contrary, in Tang Wu's opinion, it is even more stupid to stay in the room all the time.

At 0:14, Tang Wu couldn't wait any longer, she carefully took down the broom pole against the door, and listened carefully with her ears sideways, but there was still no movement. Since that's the case, let's go on, Tang Yu gently pushed the door open.

It seemed that there was a force fighting against Tang Wu's action of opening the door, and she didn't figure out what was going on, so she didn't dare to move, so she could only stop.

After waiting for two or three minutes, Tang Yu tried to push the door open again, this time it was even worse, the force became even stronger.

Could it be that after a while, he will never be able to open this door? Tang Wu was a little anxious in her heart, increased her strength, and finally pushed the door open a gap more than ten centimeters wide.

This time, Tang Wu saw clearly what was preventing her from pushing the door open—black lines, one step in thickness, different shades, like rubber bands, connecting the wall and the door. Because of Tang Wan's action of pushing the door, these lines were stretched very long, but they were not broken.

What is this? Tang Wu thought to herself. Soon, she knew the answer.

As the door was pushed open a crack, the lines sped in - down the wall. The lines are combined on the walls of the guest rooms, and they are meaningful combinations.

This is...... Doodle? After watching it for a while, Tang Wu understood. This is the same graffiti I saw in the corridor before, except that it can move.

It was still a stick figure with a poor painting style, but because it could move and it was in a well-lit guest room, Tang Wu was able to read many graffiti at once, and she also figured out what these graffiti expressed.

These graffiti are about murder after murder. For example, a stick figure figure was walking in the corridor, and suddenly, a rope sleeve fell from the ceiling of the corridor, and I don't know if he was bewitched by the illusion, he directly drilled his head into it, and the rope sleeve shrank, hanging the poor guy in the corridor. There is also a sleeping villain, lying on his side in the quilt and sleeping sweetly, another "villain" slowly emerged behind him, reaching out and pinching the neck of the villain in his sleep, he struggled violently, waving his hands, but it was useless, he was still strangled alive in his sleep......

The stick figure is constantly changing, deducing, and when Tang Wu saw the last one, she understood that these murders all happened in this Minggui Hotel. Because the last painting depicts a villain slamming open a half-open door, punching another villain twice in a row, then going around his back and stabbing the dagger in his hand into the back of the neck...... That's what just happened.

After reacting the murder that happened here, the stick figure begins to rehearse it again, but this time, the stick figure becomes a sketch, and the fear, despair, and resentment of the characters before their deaths are clearly visible.

That's not good, will the sketch become an oil painting? After the oil painting, will the resentful souls who were killed emerge directly...... And then find yourself for your life?

It's better to go out and hide, Tang Wu said in her heart, and pushed the door open again.

This time the door was pushed harder, and the lines that adhered to the door and the wall became dense and slender, and it seemed that the stick figures in the corridor outside had also become sketches.

This is not good news.

Tang Yu pierced her fingertips, dripping four drops of blood. The blood of the practitioner itself contains great power, and it is naturally compatible with itself, and it is the "most suitable" spell casting material, that is, excessive bleeding will cause the body to be in a weak state, so it should be used with caution.

Before the four drops of blood on Tang Yu's fingertips were on the ground, they turned into four skulls, with black resentment, tearing at the sketch lines that adhered to the door and the wall. This kind of line, which is itself a strange existence, can only be cracked in this way, and you can't expect to be cut with a pair of scissors, right?

After biting for more than a minute, the four skulls finally bit off all the lines, no matter how the broken lines were squirming wildly, as if they would be re-glued together at any time, so frightened that Tang Wu hurriedly pushed the door and ran out.

At this time, the walls of the corridor were also covered with all kinds of sketches, just when Tang Wu didn't know whether to go downstairs to evacuate the Minggui Hotel, or venture upstairs to have a look, the door of room 202 was opened, and Huang Rui walked out with an ochre lantern.