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Chapter 285 Hell’s Daily Life 7

"Did Mr. Wu hear anything last night?"

"No, my sleep quality is pretty good. I sleep until dawn."

"After the murder, all other hotel guests left. Mr. Wu didn't seem afraid at all and dared to stay here."

Yuan Xi asked, "Why don't you dare?"

"Mr. Wu, aren't you afraid that the murderer's next target will be you?"

Realizing that Yuan Xi was confident, Wu Muzhao couldn't help but want to test him.

"The ones who died were the CEOs. What does it have to do with me, a migrant worker?" Yuan Xi said calmly.

Wu Muzhao:......

It sounds ridiculous at first, but it makes sense if you think about it carefully.

No, I was almost led astray.

Wu Muzhao, who knew that ghosts were behind the murder, looked at Yuan Xi with difficulty. Ghosts did not care about their identity.

"Mr. Wu is willing to stay at the Haoting Hotel, so he must have a lot of money."

"Just say so."

The worst room in the Haoting Hotel starts at 10,000 yuan a night. Yuan Xi booked it for 20 days at a time, and his deposit suddenly dropped by 200,000 yuan. The remaining 300,000 yuan is what he spent on food and drink during this period. Anyway, he has a lot of supplies and does not need to stock up on supplies.

Yuan Xi thought about his behavior during this period. He was just an ordinary traveler. Apart from eating a little too much, he didn't know what made him suspicious. The person opposite him had been testing him.

His perfunctory attitude left Wu Muzhao speechless.

However, at this moment, the pointer on the wall slowly pointed to nine o'clock. At nine o'clock in the evening, a slight change occurred between heaven and earth.

Last time Yuan Xi fell asleep and felt nothing. This time he was awake and keenly felt the subtle changes.

The body temperature dropped by one degree, and there were other indescribable feelings.

Yuan Xi didn't expect to start so early today, but he put away the asylum card when he went out in the morning. He would not have collected it if he had known it.

Before Yuan Xi could think about it, a cell phone rang in the room. I looked at my phone, it wasn't him.

Looking across the way, Wu Muzhao seriously put his phone on the table and stood ready.

The numbers displayed above were a series of fours. They were blood red and smelled of blood. At first glance, they looked like they were not serious numbers.

Wu Muzhao recalled the information about the Ghost Slayer Division in his mind.

The Phone Ghost, numbered Y-23, is a ghost-level ghost that will tempt people to answer the phone calls it makes. Once they answer the phone, they will be targeted by it and seek death.

As long as you resist its attack and survive, it will automatically switch targets. It can bend and stretch, and its bottom line is quite flexible. It is not the kind of ghost that will fight with you.

Y represents ghost-level ghosts, and the number 23 represents the order recorded by the Ghost Slayer Department. It has no other meaning.

According to his understanding, someone from the Ghost Slayer Department has specialized in studying telephone ghosts. Its status in the other world is that of a ghost, as its name suggests, building a bridge of communication between ghosts.

Other ghosts commented on it as a useful tool ghost and an occasional food reserve.

It is normal for ghosts to devour each other, and the big ghosts eat the little ones.

However, they have the same fanatical attitude towards humans and regard humans as prey, but most humans are helpless in the face of ghosts. Thinking of this, Wu Muzhao's face became solemn.

Ghost-level ghosts need a medium to kill people. Sunlight can cause certain damage to them, and the harm is relatively low. The Demon level doesn't have that many restrictions.

After thinking about it in my mind, the phone ghost may have felt that he was being ignored, and the ringing became louder and louder, which gave the person a headache.

"Dong dong dong."

Yuan Xi looked over with his mental strength. This time there was no one outside the door. Before one person was solved, another one came. Today was really a ghost.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xi looked at the three people opposite him with disgust in his eyes, three unlucky people.

"Hurry up and get rid of your cell phone, the noise will give you a headache."

Wu Muzhao wanted to turn off the phone, but found it was useless, so he pressed his temple. He glanced at Yuan Xi helplessly. The existence of the ghost was still a secret. He originally didn't want to reveal it in front of ordinary people, but now it seems that he can only sign a confidentiality agreement afterwards.

He answered the phone, and there was a heavy breathing sound on the other end of the phone, as if he was seriously ill. He didn't speak and just focused on breathing.

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

"Dong, dong dong"

"Hello dear guest, room service."

Yuan Xi looked over again. Good guy, there was a new ghost. The original female ghost turned into a ghost dressed as a waiter, wearing a suit and tie and pushing a cart. It looked like a decent ghost, and it matched the hotel environment quite well.

There was an arm stretched out from under the car, hanging on the ground. I blindly guessed it belonged to the female ghost just now.

The third one, in just a short time, three ghosts were attracted. Yuan Xi looked at the three people opposite him vaguely, trying to find out which person was so charming?

This is also a skill.

Although he is the only guest in the Haoting Hotel now, there are many employees inside the hotel. It's only nine o'clock now, and the employees who work the evening shift haven't gotten off work yet, and there are dozens of people older.

It may be that the appearance of the service ghost outside the door aroused the phone ghost's sense of crisis.

Afraid that his prey would be snatched by other ghosts, he skipped the breathing part and said in a hoarse voice: "You answered the phone, you answered the phone..."

The voice became louder and louder, and became more and more excited, followed by the hoarse and cheerful villain's laughter.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

A hand reached out from the cell phone on the table and grabbed Wu Muzhao.

"Ow~"

With a scream, the phone ghost's hand was burned by a ball of flame. The fire spread along the hand and into the phone, completely burning the phone ghost into ashes, and the phone was also burned to ashes. The ash was so fine and light that it dispersed as soon as the wind blew. The cremation was very successful.

"Boom."

There was a knock on the door, and it ended abruptly with the screams of the phone ghost. "诱诘豱辘", the sound of the wheels turning, heard the sound getting farther and farther until it disappeared.

Seeing the service ghost leaving, Yuan Xi withdrew his mental power and did not touch it.

Staring at Wu Muzhao, he held his breath and carefully fished out a millet-sized soul crystal from a small pile of ashes on the table, feeling a sudden toothache.

This is too small, is it Telephone Kitara, or is this the case with all ghost classes.

"Boss, is this the soul fragment of the Telephone Ghost? It's too small."

Hearing the disgusted sounds from Wu Muzhao's men, Yuan Xi solved the case instantly.

Got it, it’s the phone call.

Wu Muzhao gave his men a look, and they shut up instantly.

"Prepare a confidentiality agreement."

"Yes."

Then, Wu Muzhao looked directly at Yuan Xi, his eyes sharp and menacing. There was a dullness about the approaching storm in the air, and the two men sat aside at a loss. Even if it was not directed at them, they felt an unspeakable sense of oppression.

On the other hand, when Yuan Xi faced Wu Muzhao, he looked calm and turned a blind eye to his little tricks. He was doing whatever he was supposed to do.

He originally wanted to act, but since he had never studied acting, he decided not to show off.

"You have something to say."

Don't be fooled by these nonsense, it won't work.