I don't know how long it took, but I carried the three of them to the entrance of the hospital.

The nurse on duty saw me.

In less than five minutes, the stretcher bed, everything that sustained life was pushed out.

They were like very skilled at helping the fat three hang up the potion.

As long as the three of them can be safe, then I will be relieved.

The anger in my heart was relieved, and I sat directly on the chair next to me.

Just then, a doctor walked straight up to me.

"You came out of that hotel?"

He also knows the hotel?

I looked at him in amazement.

"How do you know?"

He didn't answer my question.

Just sighed.

"Alas, you've got your luck counted!"

With that, the doctor got up and walked towards the emergency room.

Luck has already been calculated?

Does that mean there is still bad luck?

I turned my face to look in the direction of the hotel, was my mission accomplished?

I looked left and right, and I had left the body bags upstairs.

But if you think about it, you might be able to get the body out during the day.

But by daytime, the hotelier might have been gone.

After leaving here, he will go to other places to harm people, and even say that he may continue to return here.

How many innocent people will die at his hands?

And how many bodies will not be able to return home?

When I think about this, I understand that I have a great responsibility.

This hotel, I have to go back anyway.

Gripping the whip tightly, I stood up again.

Even though my body was extremely tired, my faith still supported me.

Step by step, I walked to the hotel again.

The closer you are to the hotel, the fewer lights you will have around.

Although it was early in the morning, there were still people in other parts of the city.

But once you get close to the hotel, all the fireworks disappear, and only the houses are probably empty.

Standing at the gate, I thought back to what had just happened.

It would be false to say that I am not afraid, but right now I have no other choice.

Hard-nosed, I pushed the door open again.

The moment I walked in, the wind outside the door immediately stopped.

It was as if the whole world was silent, and I couldn't hear a single sound.

The only sounds left around me were the eerie creaking of the floor beneath my feet as I took each step.

Walking into the stairwell again, when I looked up, there was a lot of dust in the air.

It's not about fear, it's just a little weird at this moment.

Shielding out all the feelings in my heart, I took a step and walked upstairs step by step.

As if to cooperate with me, when I walked to the second floor, the temperature around me was much cooler.

I looked around the corner of the staircase, and a myriad of images appeared in my head.

There's a picture of half a face secretly looking at me.

He shook his head and threw all those bad thoughts out of his head.

Just then, I suddenly felt something behind me.

Or rather, overhead?

I jerked my head up.

But there was nothing overhead.

Did I feel wrong?

Suddenly, a cold wind hit, and it was as if something had slipped through my neck.

I could clearly feel that there was something, definitely not wind, it was a real object.

But there was nothing around me.

Hard, I tried to tell myself not to think too much.

Gritting my teeth, I continued to walk up.

Just as I reached the corner of the stairs, my reflection appeared in the window next to me.

Above that reflection, I could clearly see something lying on my back.

Oops, I was ridden by a ghost.

I held the whip tightly in my hand, and with a snap, the head of the whip exploded behind my back.

Then a hysterical scream reached my ears.

If nothing else, the thing should have run away.

I looked at the glass again, and I was the only one left in the reflection.

Just as I was about to turn around and continue upstairs, I suddenly noticed something standing at the top of the staircase reflected by the glass.

I hurried to look, but there was nothing in the reflection on the glass.

wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead.

I took out the yellow paper I had bought when I was passing by a convenience store from my bag.

Since there was no rune paper to sell, I had to buy a yellow workbook.

The focus of yellow paper is on yellow, and yellow is positive.

As long as the color is right, the others are not so particular.

I tore a few pieces of yellow paper from my notebook, and I bit my fingertips and quickly drew the talismans.

One is posted in front of you, and the other is posted on your back.

At the same time, the chill that made the hairs stand on end disappeared.

I quickened my pace and rushed all the way to the sixth floor.

Just as I was about to run towards the seventh floor, a strange sensation came from the corridor on the sixth floor.

The yin qi here is much heavier than in other places.

With a decision, I wiped the remaining blood from my hands on my eyelids.

"Found you!"

Fu Seal flew out, and a miserable scream came.

"You, you, aren't you already running?"

"You're gone, why are you coming back?" The hotel owner looked at me resentfully.

This bastard attacked us while we didn't have supplies, and I just went to the hospital, and I made up everything that needed to be replenished.

He even stole two chickens and took out the blood.

When I faced him again, that fear dissipated.

In my eyes, he's just a piece of shit.

"You have lived long enough, for so long to bring disaster to the world, it is difficult to vent your hatred without killing you." Simply talk nonsense to him.

I raised the whip in my hand.

Just then, the hotel owner suddenly threw a book at me.

I grabbed it with my backhand.

"This is the spell of the Maoshan faction, it is enough to exchange my life, why do you have to force each other?"

I fixed my eyes and saw that it was indeed a spell of the Maoshan faction.

But who said that the spells of the Maoshan faction could exchange his life?

"I'm the heir of the corpse chasing faction, what's the use of you giving me Maoshan things?"

Putting the book away, I walked up to him step by step.

"Besides, after getting rid of you, I will slowly search here to see if anything is useful to me, I will take it, I don't need you to give it to me!"

The hotel owner's face turned pale, and the lines on his body were still wriggling.

"You, you, you, you're killing yourself!" The hotel owner pointed at me angrily.

Bring about one's own destruction? It was as if he was introducing himself.

"When you go down and meet those who were killed by you, remember to kowtow to them and admit your mistakes."

I didn't want to continue talking nonsense with him, so I threw the corpse whip out and wrapped it around his neck.

Is it really that easy to get rid of him?

I also had doubts in my heart.