Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Why was he able to guess the other party's abilities almost exactly just by flipping through the information sent by Dajiang?

This is too unfair to those evil spirits who hide in the dark and work hard to cultivate their own abilities!

Mr. Ming Yuan,

If you continue like this, you will have fewer and fewer strong enemies!

I have to prepare for the resurrection match next week and rush to the new book list. There will be another update in the early morning. Readers who are still awake can help catch up with the reading when the time comes. Thank you!

The total number of days on the shelf: 40~

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 43: Fall into Evil, Girl

Jiu Yue took the initiative to take on the job of assistant, which included organizing and packaging the key information extracted by Duan Mingyuan and sending it to Tang Qianqian and Yang Ping.

According to the ghost story rules of the Congyun Hotel, 10 o'clock in the evening is the daily alternation line. After 10 o'clock, the horror phenomena mentioned in the ghost stories may appear at any time. Before that, the task of the two is to familiarize themselves with the ghost story rules of the hotel. This is not only the key to their escape from the hotel, but also an opportunity to further understand their abilities.

The barrier created by nesting is essentially an advanced application of one's own abilities.

Jiu Yue knew that Mr. Ming Yuan came with another purpose.

He learned from Xiangwei that Yang Ping had an extraordinary sense of danger since he was very young, which was most likely the prototype of his ability.

After the battle with the watchmaker, Yang Ping's life energy grew to 10, and he was just one step away from becoming a regular employee.

The evil spirit that has made its home in the Congyun Hotel may bring out Yang Ping's potential.

After sending out the packaged information, September sent out the third message without any fuss.

Naturally, she had selfish motives in mobilizing her intelligence capabilities.

Currently, Yang Ping is one step ahead of the evil camp. As a lifelong rival of the organization, the Red-Eyed Demon should also keep pace with the times. If he misses the opportunity for further study again and again, he will be gradually eliminated like those marginal people in the workplace. The evil forces in Yunlong City are not doing well right now.

In terms of both numbers and top combat power, they were surpassed by the Justice Organization.

What’s more important is that Congyun Hotel has close ties with Wangxu, and the real owner of the hotel is very likely Wangxu’s partner or even one of its members. Since she has decided to break off with Wangxu, she must strike first.

"Who are you?"

Not long after the third text message was sent, the other party replied.

"Everything in the dream is real, Linglong, you don't want others to know that you are the Red-Eyed Demon, right?"

When Jiu Yue learned the true identity of the Red-Eyed Demon, she was quite surprised.

Linglong is a classmate of Yang Ping. However, unlike the introverted Yang Ping, Linglong is an excellent student with all-round development in moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor aspects. With a pretty face, she naturally becomes the object of secret love and admiration among the other students.

Who would have thought that the flawless beautiful girl in the class is actually a notorious red-eyed demon from an evil organization in Yunlong City?

However, after being influenced by Mr. Mingyuan's foresight and vision, Jiuyue can be considered a half-expert in evil spirits.

If you want to maintain superficial perfection, you often have to bear pressure that ordinary people can hardly imagine. At certain moments, the pressure will turn into evil thoughts.

When Jiu Yue thought about dyeing a flawless beautiful girl's hair black, she felt an indescribable excitement in her heart.

"What do you want?"

She could guess Linglong's current state through the text messages.

Linglong was not a native of Yunlong City. Her parents were both from outside the country and were transferred to this tiny place which was a remote place for the company for some reason.

Her parents had instilled in her since she was a child that only by becoming the best person could she return to heaven.

Linglong has come to where she is today in this stressful environment, but her parents would probably never have imagined that before becoming an outstanding employee of the company and returning to the starry sky, their daughter had first become a member of an evil organization.

"10pm, Congyun Hotel, I wish you a good dream."

What a good child, very worth nurturing.

When Jiu Yue learned about these situations, she suddenly understood Mr. Mingyuan's feelings.

The fun of cultivation is unique.

In addition to direct confrontations, the feeling of training the company's future talents to become the top trump card of the evil organization is so addictive that you can't stop.

"I will come, please don't tell anyone else about this."

At the same time, Linglong, who replied to the message, couldn't calm down for a long time.

She held the phone, her eyes blank.

She could no longer concentrate on the half-finished exercises on the table. Her brain was so confused that she couldn't think. Recently, she did have some strange dreams. In her dreams, she could finally express her inner thoughts without having to worry about other people's opinions. She could live freely and as she pleased.

Every time she woke up, she felt relaxed and comfortable, and could vaguely recall fragments of her dreams.

For example, she, who never fights, beats someone up in her dream, and seems to be praised for it, becoming a rising star in an evil organization.

However, all these things should have remained in her dreams, but just now, someone sent her a threatening text message.

Do you want to call the police?

But even if I call the police, they will probably just treat it as a silly prank.

When Linglong thought about being called the Red-Eyed Demon at school, she felt so ashamed that she wanted to escape from this planet. However, her parents said that only the best people would have the chance to return to heaven.

All hopes rested on her.

and,

Linglong bit her lips. Deep down in her heart, she liked what happened in her dreams. She even looked forward to going to bed more and more recently. She even dozed off in class.

In the dream world, she truly lives with her own identity and according to her own ideas.

A member of an evil organization, he becomes the enemy of the heroes of justice.

Linglong covered her mouth and her body trembled slightly.

Whenever she had such a thought, she could not help but get excited.

In short, let's go to Congyun Hotel as requested by the other party.

....................................

After processing the last text message, Jiu Yue stretched lazily with satisfaction.

Next, we need to get down to business.

"Mr. Mingyuan~"

She occupied Duan Mingyuan's bed in a duck-like sitting position, and spread the big furry red tail on the bed as a pillow. "Your rest reminder assistant is reminding you that it's time to rest."

After saying that, she patted her tail gently.

This is one of the special skills provided by "Auspicious Fox Cultivation Notes". Fox demons have innate talents in many aspects. Compared with a girl's knee pillow, the fox's big tail is softer and more comfortable to use as a pillow. Among her tribesmen, her tail is second to none in terms of size and fluffiness.

She also prepared a reason that Mr. Ming Yuan could not refuse, "After 10 o'clock at night, this hotel will become a dangerous place where ghost stories are rampant. At that time, Tang Qianqian and Yang Ping will have to rely on you, so even for their sake, you have to conserve your energy."

"I'll just lie down in the chair and take a nap."

"Mr. Mingyuan!"

"Ok?"

"I advise you to stop being stubborn, listen to others' advice, sleep well, and try the tail pillow now!"

Thanks to Zhishouduzhanbaqiandi for the reward of 200 Qidian coins!

Thanks to book friend 20240229205936880 for the 152 starting coins!

The resurrection match will be held next week, please keep reading, otherwise it will be a waste of time.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 44 The Puzzle of Death

The fox's tail is soft and warm, and still retains the faint scent of shower gel. If combined with a gentle head massage and ear cleaning service, it would be the ultimate enjoyment for office workers. All the accumulated fatigue seems to disappear at this moment.

But Duan Mingyuan still had to emphasize that he had no intention of doing so, but Jiu Yue’s kindness was too kind to refuse.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

Yang Ping in the next room was carefully reading every strange story circulating in the Congyun Hotel, especially the "rules" contained therein. Every detail in it could become the key to cracking the mystery.

Time passed by unknowingly. For Yang Ping, reading books at the desk all day was a normal part of his life, but today he was in a very bad state for some reason.

He had been feeling uneasy since he entered the room, his eyelids kept twitching, and closing his eyes to rest did not help. Instead, everything he saw appeared double.

The uneasiness in his heart grew more and more intense. The predecessors said that the evil spirit hidden in the Congyun Hotel was more powerful than the watchmaker. In his current trance state, he would only become a burden to others.

"Don't push yourself too hard."

Rattle looked worried.

Ever since he was attacked on the way home from school, the child has been uneasy. The feeling of powerlessness when facing a strong enemy is like a mountain pressing on Yang Ping's shoulders.

But the truth is so cruel.

The organization has long been defunct in name only after experiencing tremendous changes. Although the liaison stations in various cities want to complete the reconstruction work, the biggest problem is that those "predecessors" who can fight against evil spirits are either dead or have joined evil organizations such as Wangxu.

Today's organizations can no longer have an equal relationship with evil spirits. Intelligence gathering is just a way of self-consolation. Even if more intelligence is collected, there is no one in the world who can truly handle this information.

What's worse is that since the collapse of the organization, for some unknown reasons, the frequency of evil spirits appearing in various places has increased dramatically, and powerful individuals have emerged in endlessly.

It was not until Duan Mingyuan appeared that Xiangwei recalled the organization's former glory.

"Don't be in a hurry. With your talent and ability, you will eventually--"

"Picture frame, 13th step, crystal chandelier, dark red rust..."

Yang Ping rubbed his eyes hard, and the words in the document became blurred again. This was the third time he saw these nouns today.

The same uneasiness, but with some subtle differences.

There was no longer the trembling that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. After gradually adapting to the feeling of trance, Yang Ping suddenly remembered the scene of his changing teeth as a child for some reason.

After the pain and discomfort, the new tooth will grow from the gums.

"Emotional fluctuations are the key to determining the strength of life energy."

"Desire and obsession determine the evolution of ability."

Yang Ping has been reciting the notes in the manuscript silently before falling asleep for the past two days, but he has never woken up from his wild dreams. He doesn't even know what his desires and obsessions are. Compared with his peers, his emotions are also very stable.

He always thought that he was an ordinary child. If one had to find some things about him that were slightly better than his peers...

Then I'm afraid the only thing left is to be able to do the questions.

He was praised by his teachers for his academic performance in junior high school, but his only advantage disappeared after he entered the No. 1 Middle School in the city.

Oh, right, the topic.

Just like the questions in an exercise paper, these meaningless words may be the puzzle in front of him. These are elements that can be found in Congyun Hotel.

Thinking of this, Yang Ping became cheerful.

"Rainbow, I'm going out for a while!"

Yang Ping got up hurriedly and ran out of the house without looking back.

Since the first day he was able to see evil spirits, the foresight of danger has always been with him, but his talent has always been in an uncontrollable state, and he cannot even achieve his job of "foresight".

It is impossible to infer the time and place, the specific identity of the victims is unknown, and there is no way to predict how they will encounter danger.

It was still daylight outside, and the supernatural enthusiasts who had checked into the hotel in the morning walked out of their rooms one after another, filming tools in their hands, taking photos everywhere. There were also a few people holding scales and doing live broadcasts along the way, narrating the history of the strange stories at the Congyun Hotel in eerie tones.

Yang Ping put all distractions behind him. Now he was like a student entering the examination room. All he had in his eyes was a puzzle made up of disordered nouns.

The hotel has four floors in total, and elements described by these words exist on almost every floor.

First, we went to the 13th step, narrowing the search range to the third floor. The Congyun Hotel adopted the oldest decoration style and did not have a separate safety passage. In order to continue the atmosphere of the "haunted building", after it became popular in the circle of supernatural enthusiasts, the operator did not renovate the hotel and let it maintain its most original appearance.

Rather than a hotel, this place is more like a retro-style villa. Directly opposite the entrance is the staircase leading to the upper floors, which represents the very center of the hotel. The guest rooms are located on both sides of the stairs.

The handrails are made of wood and the hygiene conditions are worrying. There are traces of oil, drinks and some unknown liquids left after drying on them. You can smell an unpleasant odor when you get closer.

"Rust, rust..."

Yang Ping walked down, muttering to himself, and when he reached the junction of the first and second floors, he stopped.

"The 13th step."

There were dark red marks on the right handrail, which looked like rust or traces left by dried blood. When I turned around, a nearly two-meter-long picture frame came into view.