Mysterious Revival

"Flip over all the carpet here to cover the footprints we left when we passed by before, making sure the ghost won't step on our tracks when it comes this way."

"We don't need to bother with the rooms for now. This ghost doesn't seem like the type that would wander into rooms, but for safety's sake, this thing must absolutely not leave the hotel. If it roams outside, a single step could land on someone's footprint, and who knows how many people it would kill in a day."

Yang Jian then started to instruct Luo Su Yi and Lin Luomei to flip the carpet over and erase the traces of their own footprints.

Such a terrifying ghost, an entity that could deplete nearly a whole Ghost Candle just to fend off one attack, had a killing pattern so shockingly simple.

It was as simple as a child's game.

Stepping on footprints.

But the simpler it was, the more frightening it became. No one could guarantee when they might step on a footprint they left behind at some moment, then get killed by this ghostly thing.

"Is this good enough?" After doing all this, Luo Su Yi was still somewhat apprehensive.

Yang Jian glanced over; "As long as we don't get close to this ghost, there shouldn't be a problem. I'm afraid if we get close, the ghost may show other abnormalities. Right now, it wandering in the hotel is relatively better. If it goes out, it would be difficult for us to clear the footprints we've left in the hotel in a short time."

"That thing is still coming this way, get into the room with me immediately."

He looked up at the room next-door, number thirty-one.

The ghost that manipulated memories was most likely inside. They didn't open the door before because they were worried about being attacked from both sides, but now it shouldn't be a problem.

He could focus on dealing with it.

"There won't be any danger in the room, right?" Luo Su Yi cautiously asked.

"Could it be more dangerous than outside? In any case, we need to avoid it for now, at least until the ghost has left this corridor so we can leave." Yang Jian didn't waste any more time; he forcefully opened the door to room thirty.

The door cracked open slightly, surprisingly revealing light from within.

The faintly yellow glow illuminated the dim hallway.

Yang Jian's expression darkened, he didn't care anymore and rushed inside.

If he couldn't handle the ghost outside, surely he could handle the one inside, couldn't he?

Seeing him enter, Xiong Wenwen hurriedly followed, and with the ghost approaching, neither Luo Su Yi nor Lin Luomei dared to linger outside the corridor. Heaven knows if the ghost would change its killing pattern once they got close and attack them immediately.

They couldn't joke about their lives.

"It's different from room thirteen earlier." Yang Jian's gaze sank.

Only after walking in did he realize the room was large and not at all dim; on the contrary, the lights were bright enough for even a normal person to see the inside of the room.

But when he carefully surveyed the walls around him, he trembled slightly.

The walls of the room were covered with old newspapers splattered with bloodstains, and in the center of each newspaper hung a life-like human face, with eyes closed and all the features intact—men, women, children, elders... all kinds of people.

Just a rough estimate revealed at least two or three hundred faces, and judging from the coagulated blood on the newspapers, these faces hadn't been there for long, probably no more than about ten days.

"The ghost put the victims' bodies in room thirteen, and their faces in room thirty-one. There's no danger in these two rooms; the source of the danger is not inside, but outside. To find this ghost, I have to go deeper into the Caesar Hotel. To reach it, I must come to this place. Once I leave footprints here, I'll inevitably get stepped on and be killed."

"The danger I encountered on the second floor earlier was because the footprint-stepping ghost was on that floor. Hence the newspaper ghost made a noise to lure me to the restaurant. It didn't need to deal with me personally; just limiting my Ghost Domain was enough."

"It's tough that after taking control of Zhao Lei, the newspaper ghost would choose such a place. It's a perfect trap for a ghost. Whoever comes dies."

Yang Jian gazed at the faces on the wall and understood completely the trap the ghost had set.

It needed to do nothing, just wait for him to walk into its lair.

"No, there's a question here. I learned about the existence of Room 13 and Room 31 through the Ghost Cabinet and the message Zhao Lei left before his death. Coming to City Z, I almost avoided most people and directly came to Caesar Hotel. How could that ghost be certain that I would definitely come here?"

Clearly, this place couldn't have been chosen in just a day or two, there must have been premeditation.

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Yang Jian started to think but couldn't come up with a clue. It was probably because Zhao Lei had been controlled, or perhaps it was due to the familiarity with himself.

He discarded these thoughts.

He continued to search the room.

However, the result left Yang Jian somewhat disappointed. There was no trace of that ghost here. Although the ghost had once stayed here, it was clearly not present now.

"Yang Jian, look here, look at this face," suddenly, Xiong Wenwen's surprised and scared voice rang out.

He suddenly pointed at an old, blood-stained newspaper on the wall, with a human face hanging on it.

It was the face of a woman, with well-proportioned features, her complexion rosy as if she were asleep.

But it looked very familiar.

This was... the likeness of Tong Qian.

"This can't be possible. How could Tong Qian's face be here?" Yang Jian had planned to find Zhao Lei's face to see if it could be returned to Zhao Lei, but when he saw the face of Tong Qian that Xiong Wenwen had discovered, he was immediately shocked.

Tong Qian's face being here, then who was the Tong Qian that he had sent to the hospital ward before?

Two identical faces?

Yang Jian's expression changed, and although he was reluctant to believe it, from the moment he saw Tong Qian's face, he had already started to realize.

The Tong Qian that he had sent to the hospital might very well be the real ghost.

It possessed Tong Qian's body, as well as Tong Qian's face,

But that's impossible.

If the ghost had used Tong Qian's identity, then where was the Ghost Face that belonged to Tong Qian herself?

A ghost might discard the faces of others, but it definitely couldn't discard the Ghost Face.

Yang Jian had previously guessed that this ghost had always been looking for the Ghost Face, and the others were just innocent victims caught in the middle.

"Yang Jian, could there be something wrong with the Tong Qian in the hospital?" Even the child Xiong Wenwen felt something was off.

Of course, Yang Jian knew there was something wrong with Tong Qian, but his mind was pondering where that Ghost Face could be?

Finding that Ghost Face would lead him to the source.

However, recalling the first time he entered the hotel, the Tong Qian who had pretended to be the front desk service had always had a smile, which made Yang Jian feel a chill gradually rising in his heart.

What made him feel that after the ghost reclaimed its smile, it still had to keep smiling?

The ghost might have taken control of the Ghost Face and perhaps no longer needed to smile.

After everything became clear, there was only one answer left.

Tong Qian is the ghost.

The real Tong Qian is only left as the face on the wall now.