How come this main god space is filled with stitching monsters!

Presidential Suite One.

"How's it going? Do you have any idea?"

"No." Brother Wang shook his head and said, "Captain, I'm really not good at this kind of brain-using things, so I still have to leave it to you."

"Where's that gang?"

"Live diagonally across from us." Chen Hongyi played with a dagger in his hand to relieve his psychological pressure: "It seems that there is no big movement, but four people were sent out to explore the situation, including a big guy and One of them looked like he was practicing as well. But the other party was armed with guns, including heavy machine guns and sniper rifles."

"You are very courageous. Big guy. What's the use of being bigger?" Brother Wang said in a rather self-defeating manner: "The foreigner among them is quite big, almost three meters tall. Is it useful? ? Encountering a ghost just makes the ghost fuller."

"It's better to pay more attention, especially don't conflict with them." The captain said to the others: "Although guns can't kill ghosts, bullets can kill us. It's already very troublesome to deal with evil ghosts and even earthbound spirits. No It is necessary to add a group of dangerous elements armed with heavy firepower to this hell-level mission. Beiming, how is your research going?"

Bei Ming's expression suddenly became serious: "Captain, I suddenly thought of something."

"What's up?"

"The rules require that we must fall asleep in our respective rooms before 1:00. So that group of wealthy people have reserved so many rooms for them to gather together. How do we calculate this room?"

"What are you afraid of?" Brother Wang said, "They are the ones who violated the rules anyway. Is it possible that the evil spirits can still anger us?"

"The reason why a fierce ghost is a fierce ghost is because it has resentment in its heart. Isn't it funny to reason with a fierce ghost?" Just when Chen Chengfeng wanted to say something else, there was a violent burst of laughter throughout the hotel. Shaking, and after the shaking, Bei Ming, who was originally in the presidential suite on the twelfth floor, was suddenly teleported to the corridor out of thin air with a burst of dizziness!

The fourth floor of the hotel.

"There really is a church. Where is the priest?"

Wu Jie walked at the front, Li Xiaoyi was at the back, and Zhao Yingkong protected Zhu Wen closely. The four of them walked carefully into the church.

Zhao Yingkong whispered: "There is something wrong with that cross. The thing on it is definitely not Jesus. There is something wrong with this church."

"Of course there is something wrong with the part where the church is mentioned in the rules, but it is written that this place is absolutely safe and the priest is absolutely trustworthy. If the priest is okay, then there is something wrong."

But to their surprise, there was no priest in the church and they only found a few brown robes. Looking at these robes, Wu Jie was thoughtful, and then decisively interrupted the thought.

‘Forget it, that situation is too terrible, it’s better not to think about it.

’ After confirming that there was no priest here, Wu Jie was speechless and could only lead the people towards the elevator.

"Damn it, could it be that the priest knew we were coming and ran away in advance? He can't go play with the little boy, can he?"

A few seconds later.

"Where's the elevator? Damn it!"

Several people were stunned. They didn't expect that this ghost didn't follow martial ethics and banned them from the elevator.

Fifth floor corridor.

The dilapidated corridors, the cold and damp air, the dim lights, and the vague smell of blood.

"What the hell did I do? Didn't I just say that the room was absolutely safe, so the room was absolutely safe, so I just dragged the person to the corridor and killed him?"

Bei Ming was so angry that he almost cried. He had never seen such an unruly ghost!

"Is it those nouveau riche? Damn it, it's probably because they triggered some hidden rule that caused the hotel's rules to change!" Bei Ming grabbed a handful of yellow talismans in his hand, and even clamped a blood talisman between the two sides of his left hand. With one finger in his hand, he looked around cautiously.

Although the yellow talisman does not have much effect on the earth-bound spirits, it is better than nothing.

He walked in the corridor, carefully exploring the surrounding situation. The carpet on the floor would leave a black watermark when he stepped on it. He didn't know what kind of rotten smell was constantly filling Bei Ming's brain, but it made him even more... What scares me is the vague smell of blood.

"This is the fifth floor? I was teleported from the twelfth floor to the fifth floor by the earthbound spirit? Okay, if I am the only one who is teleported, I will be unlucky. If they are all teleported, whether it is taken to the upstart or the captain, etc. , there is always someone who can be teleported to the same floor as me, let’s go look for it first.”

Bei Ming walked in the corridor with great vigilance. He soon discovered the problem - this corridor seemed to have no end!

‘A ghost hits a wall? what to do? Are you going to knock on the door? ’

Beiming looked at Room 515, which appeared in his eyes for the third time, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Not far away, a handsome boy who looked like he was eleven or twelve years old appeared with a confused look on his face.

Bei Ming subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but the small mirror in his hand did not react.

‘The Bagua Mirror didn’t work, great, it’s a human being. It should have been passed along by the Earthbound Spirit. ’

"That kid!" Bei Ming greeted the young man and asked, "Where is your friend?"

The young man was very afraid of strangers and turned around and ran away when he saw Bei Ming running towards him.

‘That kid with the nouveau riche? Damn it, tushesheng, even underage children can do it, pure tushesheng, let the ghost eat it without any loss. ’ When Bei meditated here, he said to the young man: “Kid, come here, I am the successor of Qingguan on Maoshan Mountain. I know Taoism and can protect you!”

The young man slowly stopped when he heard this. His physical fitness was very average. He was already nervous and out of breath after running a few steps.

"Children, don't be afraid, really. I am a good person, Pindao Beiming, the 83rd generation descendant of Qingguan on Maoshan Mountain. I am very powerful and can subjugate and eliminate demons! Look, this is the talisman drawn by my brother. for you."

Bei Ming handed the young man some yellow talismans, and upon seeing this, the young man took them carefully.

"Thanks."

Hearing the young man's thank you, which was like a mosquito buzzing, Bei Ming showed a smile that he thought was sunshine, and asked in a gentle voice: "Who are you here with?"

"My brother and we were all in the suite, but suddenly everything started to spin and I couldn't find him. And everyone."

As he spoke, the young man began to wipe away his tears. Just as Bei Ming was about to comfort him, a strange laughter sounded.

A female ghost with disheveled hair and an almost distorted face slowly floated out from a certain room. After floating into the corridor, she first circled in the corridor a few times with a sly smile on her face, and then let out a cry again. After the creepy laughter, it slowly floated towards the front of the corridor.

In the corridor, Bei Ming and the boy appeared in the female ghost's field of vision with almost no cover!

'run! ’

Bei Ming instinctively wanted to grab the boy's arm and run away, but at this moment, the lights in the corridor suddenly started flashing crazily.

At the end of the corridor, a staircase slowly emerged.

Bei Ming didn't have time to think too much and instinctively pulled the young man towards the stairs.

No matter whether you go upstairs or downstairs, it's better than staying here and waiting to be eaten by ghosts.

The next second, a shrill ghost scream sounded.

Bei Ming, who was still running, felt something was wrong.

‘Is it my imagination? Why do I always feel that this ghost scream is so miserable, like being beaten severely? Why do I have such a funny idea? Is this an earthbound spirit? Can it beat an earthbound spirit? What kind of monster is that? Damn it! What a monster! ’