After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Little Yama clenched his fist in front of his chest.

"As long as we find an opportunity to change this place into the grotto world of the Goddess Nuwa, or the Northern Yin Fengdu City of the Emperor Fengdu, we can escape from the storyline of the novel."

Zhou Yan suddenly realized.

"That makes sense. Okay, Brother Yan, tell us what to do next!"

Little Yama's body began to slowly become transparent, which was a transformation from a physical body to a spiritual body. As the Central Ghost Emperor, transforming his physical body into a Yin spirit body was as simple as breathing.

"Let's leave from here first."

Zhou Yan also added a spiritual attribute to his body, which made it easy for him to pass through solid objects such as walls.

The two sank from the floor under the bed to the ceiling on the next floor.

The room on the lower floor is currently unoccupied. Nothing unexpected happened after Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun fell in. However, the creaking sound of the bed upstairs is still coming from the floor, which Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun can faintly sense through the floorboards.

Little Yama clicked his tongue.

"Anime/Manga".

"Let's not even talk about anime."

Zhou Yan passed through the bedroom wall and the door, and walked to the corridor outside the room. There were a lot of footprints in the corridor before the cleaner arrived. Most of these footprints belonged to living people, but occasionally a few footprints belonging to the Heavenly Demon could be seen.

Stop novel / qU: 8 @□珸萋<△柳潞∷→｀← A few seconds later, you could still see the footprints of living people gradually turning into the footprints of the Heavenly Demon. At this speed, soon all the footprints on this passage would probably be the footprints of the Heavenly Demon.

Just as Little Yama said, this hotel is constantly transforming from a human hotel into the lair of the Heavenly Demons, the Sixth Day.

Little Yama emerged from behind Zhou Yan. As soon as he appeared, Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze from exploring the footprints on the ground and hurriedly asked Little Yama a question.

"Brother Yan, what do we do next?"

"Take me downstairs to the front desk."

Zhou Yan stepped forward and hugged Xiao Yanjun, then took a step into the void and arrived at the front desk on the first floor.

The receptionist was eating sunflower seeds and looking at her computer when a shadow suddenly fell over her head.

Having been a seasoned pro at slacking off for so long, the waiter immediately put down the sunflower seeds in his hand, stood up, and smiled professionally at Zhou Yan, who appeared at the front desk.

"Guest, do you need a room?"

Zhou Yan's face looked somewhat familiar; it seemed he had been here before. But it didn't matter. No matter what kind of guest a waiter was asking, "Do you need a room?" was always a safe bet.

Zhou Yan shook his head with a serious expression.

"Hello, miss. Actually, I'm a self-media person."

The waiter's expression turned sour.

"I'm sorry, sir, we don't need much advertising."

Last time, a self-media person filmed some unsanitary areas of a hotel and then tried to extort money from the hotel. The hotel officials spent a lot of money to settle the matter. Afterwards, the hotel's general manager announced to everyone that anyone claiming to be a self-media person would not be allowed to enter.

The waiter was already considering asking Bao Qi'an to throw this young man out.

A small hand pressed against the edge of the front desk, and then a tiny head peeked out.

"Wait a moment……"

The owner of the small head slapped out a thick stack of RMB with his other hand.

"We're not here to investigate your random questions. I just want to ask if your hotel has any supernatural or paranormal legends."

The waiter stared blankly at the thick wad of banknotes that Xiao Yan Jun had taken out.

Zhou Yan reached out and pressed his hand on the banknotes, pushing them to the inside of the counter before speaking.

"As a waiter, isn't it only natural to tell customers about the hotel's situation?"

Zhou Yan began to manipulate the "Illusionary Heart Sutra." The most powerful aspect of this illusion technique is that it can project one's own thoughts, in the form of inner monologues, onto the person being illusionized. This is also why the "Illusionary Heart Sutra" can restrain Jiu Feng.

If used properly, it can make the nine personalities of Jiu Feng fight each other and collapse on their own.

The hotel staff member was not Jiu Feng, and her willpower was not very strong. Under the blessing of Zhou Yan's "Illusory Heart Sutra", the hotel staff member heard the thoughts that kept popping up in her mind.

"My monthly salary is only 9000..."

"This stack is worth at least 20,000..."

"The general manager didn't seem to have said anything about not being allowed to talk about the hotel's strange tales..."

"Two months' salary for just a few words, it's totally worth it..."

8. "There's a piece of clothing I've wanted to buy for a long time..."

Wu, the receptionist, immediately put the money in her drawer and then smiled at Zhou Yan.

"You two, you want to know our... ghost stories, right?"

Zhou Yan, Little Yama nodded vigorously.

The receptionist looked around; there was no one there, and no new customers were coming to get room cards.

"The three situations are suitable," the receptionist said in a low voice.

"Guest, to be honest, I haven't worked at this hotel for long, but in any big place, all sorts of strange things can happen."

Surrounded by onlookers, Little Yama approached the front desk one after another, his face solemn.

Just as this hotel staff member said, any place that is large enough and has been around for a long time will have all sorts of messy stories, such as schools, hospitals, shopping malls, hotels, and private residences.

People love to spread rumors. A little gossip can easily circulate in some places, and after being passed around a few times, what was originally a cut finger can be described as a head being chopped off, and now the police are searching the whole city for the culprit.

The receptionist's eyes were vacant, as if she was deep in thought.

"Our hotel has several very strange legends."

Zhou Yan stared at the receptionist. With his omniscient abilities, he could find out how many times the receptionist's ancestors had wet the bed and how they had wet the bed just by looking at the receptionist.

However, when Zhou Yan searched the receptionist's life history, he found no information about her related to local paranormal stories.

But after the receptionist spoke, new information entered her mind, and some fabricated information appeared out of thin air.

The Emperor of Fengdu is starting to exert his power; what Mara can do, He can do too!

"Our hotel was built sixty years ago, when this place..."

The receptionist pointed to the ground beneath her feet.

"It's still a village. When the group was acquiring the land, an old witch from the village came over and said that many dead people had been buried here. The dead people had heavy resentment and deep yin energy. Digging the ground would bring retribution."

"Our chairman didn't believe it, and neither did the construction team. They continued digging, and then they unearthed a lot of skeletons. On the 20th day after they dug them out, the excavator driver died. It was said that he choked to death by holding the arm bones of those corpses in his throat. After the excavator driver died, the people on the construction site also died one after another."

The waiter started shaking his head.

"During that period, everyone was in a state of panic, and no one dared to live here."

"The chairman had no choice but to go and beg that fortune teller."

Zhou Yan asked curiously.

"Can't your chairman find an awakened individual to resolve this?"

The waiter smiled wryly.

"Awakened ones are too expensive, but sorceresses are much cheaper."

That's true. Even when it comes to exorcising ghosts, you have to consider the cost-effectiveness.

Little Yama reminded him.

"continue."

"Oh, okay, that sorceress said that the yin energy in this place is too heavy, and all kinds of wandering ghosts are lingering there. If we want to drive away these wandering ghosts and create new land, there is only one way."

The waiter held up one index finger.

"A human-beating stake!"

Zhou Yan opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

The so-called "human stakes" are made by driving living people into the ground in the form of stakes on bridges, roads, and under various houses, using living people as sacrifices to appease various ghosts and evil spirits.

In the early days of the Eastern Xia Federation, these human stakes were very common. They were basically used for road and bridge construction. If something went wrong, they would find living people to drive into the stakes.

The waiter's voice became even softer.

"It is said that the chairman of the board found nine people who had no money to pay their debts from the gangsters. There were nine living human stakes in the hotel. Isn't that a coincidence? After these nine human stakes were driven in, the construction of the hotel went smoothly and no one had any accidents."

Zhou Yan glanced around and saw a stake he had never seen before, thirty meters below his feet. This stake was not part of the hotel's foundation and did not serve any stabilizing function, but a person was buried alive inside it.

The temperature in the hotel dropped by one degree at that moment, and a chilly, eerie atmosphere slowly spread.

This is the taste!

"and then?"

Zhou Yan asked, somewhat excitedly.

The waiter looked around again and whispered.

"After that, every now and then, people at our hotel would hear strange crying sounds, and some people would see a bloody figure on the wall of the underground parking lot. Others said that if they went to the kitchen late at night, they would see an old man stealing rice and raw pork while crying. The next day, they would see the old man leaving behind ghost money, as if he had spent money to buy the stolen food."

At this point, the waiter stopped talking.

Zhou Yan asked hurriedly.

"anything else?"

The waiter smiled wryly.

"I don't know anything else. I haven't been here long. I've only heard my colleagues talking about these things."

Zhou Yan thought for a moment and nodded.

"Thank you for your help."

Zhou Yan grabbed Little Yama and took a step forward.

Xiao Yanjun's vision went black. When Zhou Yan stopped, he found himself in an underground parking lot. In one corner of the parking lot, a security guard with a flashlight was patrolling.

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Chapter 677, Chapter 5: Frozen to Death

Zhou Yan led Little Yama to greet them.

Hotel security guard Qi didn't pay any attention to the people coming up. He patrolled the parking garage three times a day and saw countless customers coming and going. He thought Zhou Yan and his companion were just coming to pick up their cars and leave, but the two of them walked right up to him.

"Hmm? Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

Zhou Yan took out a stack of RMB from his pocket.

"I'm a self-media creator, and I've heard that there are... ghost stories about hotels in this underground parking lot?"

The security guard glanced at the RMB in Zhou Yan's hand, then looked at Zhou Yan again.

This man was much more honest than the receptionist. Zhou Yan didn't even use the "Illusory Heart Sutra," and this man reached out and took the money from Zhou Yan's hand, laughing.

"Is that the human footprint from that underground parking lot?"

“I know, I know, the one who discovered the human print is a good friend of mine.”

"Come, come, come with me."

The hotel security guard turned and ran in one direction, with Zhou Yan following behind.

After navigating several roads, the hotel security guards arrived at a wall that was clearly covered in putty and blocked by roadblocks.

The hotel security guard pointed to the wall and said.

“It was about five years ago. My brother and I were on patrol. We were patrolling separately. Halfway through the patrol, my brother said he heard crying.”

"At the time, I was thinking that people are under a lot of pressure these days. I guess a customer drove to the parking lot, saw that no one was outside, and couldn't help but cry. I even comforted the guy, saying to stay away from the crying and not embarrass people."

Zhou Yan gave a thumbs-up in approval.

汃甒(」祁‰六=∫露々∴傘肆¤泤◎'贰焦:≡榴⊙⌒Ｑu：“You are a considerate person.”

The security guard smiled sheepishly.

"We're all working people, so let's not make things difficult for each other. But my brother is a busybody. I told him not to go, but he still wanted to go and see. He even said that the crying sound was a woman's, and that if he met a lonely young woman, he might even have a romantic encounter or something."

"I laughed at him, saying he must be out of his mind. Then he went to the place where the crying came from."

The security guard pointed to the wall that had been covered with putty, a wall whose color was different from the surrounding walls.