I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

Among the six people, Feng Zejian was a tall man, who naturally became the backbone of the team.

The school-themed haunted house has a long, narrow corridor.

The moment I opened the door and stepped into that long, narrow corridor, I could clearly feel that the indoor temperature had dropped considerably.

The group arrived at the emergency exit door. The emergency exit sign on the wall was hanging diagonally, but the word "safety" was long gone, leaving only the still flashing exit sign.

The exit light was red instead of green, and the door was covered in exposed paint and brown rust.

The words "No Entry for Strangers" were painted in red on the gate.

The girls looked at each other, then at each other, and finally all looked at Feng Zejian.

Feng Zejian didn't say anything, but I was holding the handle.

Look at everyone.

"You guys stand back."

The girls obediently stepped back.

Feng Zejian flung open the door and then retreated sharply, causing a prop figure to fall towards them as the door opened.

The girls screamed.

The prop figure was wearing a tattered school uniform covered in blood.

Feng Zejian confirmed that this was a prop, not a person's corpse, and then looked down into the corridor.

The place was desolate and dilapidated, with a very obvious bloodstain running down the narrow road.

To be honest, it really has a great atmosphere.

Then he stepped inside.

The girls initially wanted to back out, but seeing Feng Zejian go in, they followed him in.

Just as everyone had gone inside and taken about ten steps, Feng Zejian sensed something was wrong and turned around abruptly. He saw the prop man suddenly stand up, his human skin mask revealing a strange smile, his head rotating 360 degrees, and the door suddenly closed.

The girls huddled together in fear.

The 1.8-meter-tall, baby-faced, mature woman was terrified.

"Why don't we go back? Let's stop playing."

The 1.5-meter-tall, mature-looking girl with a loli-like appearance nodded in agreement.

"I think that's okay too."

The well-behaved girl pointed to the closed door.

"But the door is already closed, and it can't be opened from the inside; there's no handle."

The girls' hearts sank.

Finally, all eyes turned to Feng Zejian once again.

"Handsome guy, are you brave?"

Feng Zejian rubbed his nose. "It's alright, after all, I've seen the real thing."

This sentence eased the atmosphere of fear considerably.

"Handsome, you really know how to liven up the atmosphere."

Feng Zejian didn't try to explain. "Let's calm down and get going."

The girls took deep breaths to adjust their mindset and continued forward with the wind.

On the left side of this corridor are broken windows, and on the right side are classrooms boarded up.

The windows on the door were covered with red paint, which seemed to be a warm-up for the first part.

"Pause."

This is what the husky-voiced literary girl said.

Everyone stopped.

The husky-voiced, literary-minded girl pointed to the corner ahead.

"There's a corner ahead. Logically speaking, you'll always find love around the corner in a haunted house. Let's prepare ourselves mentally."

But Feng Zejian didn't think so; all the methods he used to create fear along the way were quite sophisticated.

"Then I'll go ahead and scout ahead first."

As he spoke, Feng Zejian walked slowly forward, and the girls craned their necks in anticipation, swallowing hard.

Feng Zejian walked to the corner, and sure enough, there was nothing there except a door.

"Safety, come on."

The girls followed after them, and in front of them was a quiet and tidy door.

There is a sign on the door that reads "Biological Laboratory".

Feng Zejian stepped forward, arrived at the laboratory door, and opened it without thinking, only to find the laboratory completely dark inside.

After searching around, Feng Zejian found the light switch near the door. He then turned it on, and the lights in the laboratory lit up from near to far.

The entire laboratory as seen by everyone.

The dusty lab bench, the noisy handwriting on the blackboard, and the cluttered shelves.

And things covered by layers of red cloth.

Feng Zejian looked at it and then walked towards the red cloth.

Without hesitation, Feng Zejian lifted the red cloths one by one, revealing containers and petri dishes to everyone.

The girls were trembling with nervousness.

Without exception, the container was formalin, and what was preserved in formalin were eyes, severed hands, eyes, arms, and a headless body.

And a head.

It was a lifelike human head, with its eyes closed, submerged in a transparent container.

The girls were scared but also curious, and suddenly, the head opened its eyes.

The girls screamed.

Feng Zejian sighed helplessly, then reassured her, "It's fake; there's a mechanism inside."

As he spoke, Feng Zejian picked up the container holding the lifelike human head and showed it to the girl below her neck; there really was a mechanism inside.

The girls breathed a sigh of relief, but were still afraid. At that moment, Feng Zejian's words made them anxious again.

"But apart from this head, everything else is real."

Feng Zejian arrived in front of the eyeball.

"Look, the lens of the eyeball, and the nerves behind it."

Feng Zejian picked up the container with the severed hand again.

"Look, this cross-section, the blood inside is probably gone, and it looks rather pale overall."

Suddenly, the hand inside the jar beckoned.

The girls were terrified.

"It's manual."

Feng Zejian looked at the hand in the bottle with its little finger slightly bent.

"No problem. Even if there are ghosts here, they wouldn't dare to make a move. This lab is probably just like that. Let's keep going."

As he spoke, he placed the container back in its original position.

The group continued walking forward and left the laboratory.

The eyeball that was soaking in the jar began to move.

The group walked along the still narrow corridor, which was now dimly lit.

As the lights flickered, the crowd saw some strange things.

Chapter 57 The Little Girl in the Piano Room

One dark shadow after another will appear on the wall.

As the lights flickered, the shadowy figures gradually increased in number and drew closer to the group.

The girls were initially terrified, but they saw Feng Zejian calmly walk through the shadows.

Seeing that Feng Zejian had set an example, the girls mustered their courage and walked through the shadows.

Upon arriving at the second room, Feng Zejian turned around and saw a person standing where everyone had come from—a person with disheveled hair.

Perhaps it wasn't human, because her feet were off the ground as she slowly approached the crowd.

Feng Zejian also used his Eye of Truth to confirm that it was not human, which also confirmed that the NPCs here were real ghosts, thus explaining the high-level sense of terror.

I can't be too calm either.

Everyone looked towards Feng Zejian.

Feng Zejian glanced at the girls, then opened the door and ran without hesitation.

Several girls screamed and ran into the next room.

Seeing that several girls had come in, Feng Zejian casually closed the door.

The slowly approaching NPC brushed aside his messy long hair.

Those were a pair of dead red eyes, and then the NPC said leisurely, "This is truly a difficult guest."

The second room is a music classroom.

There were no lights here, but moonlight shone through the windows on both sides, allowing a vague view of the classroom layout.

The moonlight seemed to be focused, concentrating on the piano in the middle of the classroom.

Feng Zejian stepped forward and stroked the piano.

Then the piano keys started moving on their own.

The girls wanted to scream, but Feng Zejian remained calm, so they didn't.

Feng Zejian activated his Eye of Truth and saw a young girl sitting at a piano playing.

And on the girl's head, there were strands of silk thread extending into the piano.

Feng Zejian placed his hands on the piano keys, and the girl looked at Feng Zejian.

The girl had silver hair, and her eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, resembled blooming epiphyllum flowers.

Presumably because she did not fully develop before she was born, the ghost girl was very small.

The ghost girl's gaze was fixed on Kazema, who was stopping her from playing the piano.

"Can you see me?"

The ghost girl's voice was exceptionally sweet.

Feng Zejian did not respond, but instead probed forward.

As a result, his hand went through it.

As expected, she has no physical form.

Kazema took the ghost girl's seat; to be precise, the two merged into one.

The ghost girl struck up a conversation.

"Are you going to play it?"

Feng Zejian thought about it carefully.

I recall the details of Chinatsu Shimada playing the piano.

He wants to replicate the piano piece played by Chinatsu Shimada.

A burst of rapid piano music rang out.