At this moment, a quite attention-grabbing scene unfolded in the Jinghong Grand Hotel!
Wang Dajun, leading three of his subordinates, stark naked, was sprinting from the fourth floor to the top floor, aiming for his office. There, he had a statue of Guanyin, and he hoped it could temporarily shelter him from tonight's bizarre occurrences.
However, this was happening in the hotel, precisely during the peak hours. The hallway was filled with people, and as they sprinted from the fourth to the eighth floor, even though it was just four levels, dozens of people witnessed four naked men running frantically.
Some who recognized Wang Dajun were dumbfounded. Someone in admiration remarked, "Hey, isn't that Brother Jun? What's happening? Did he go crazy and stage a live performance? It's winter, and isn't he afraid of freezing his little bird off?"
"Hush! Don't gossip. Brother Jun is an expert in human physiology. Maybe this is some new research topic. You don't understand these things," another person chimed in.
Wang Dajun was too scared to pay attention to the onlookers. He had no time to chat with these people watching the show. He just wanted to get back to his office and hoped that he could get through this bizarre night.
Upon reaching the office door, Wang Dajun was shocked again. He almost cried without a melody. The key was inside the room. How could he go back to get it?
If his manager had any sense, he would have realized that something was wrong when his boss, naked, rushed past him. However, the manager was quick to react and ran over.
Wang Dajun, with a distressed look, said, "Quickly, fetch the key and open the door for me."
The manager was surprised and asked, "Brother Jun, what kind of show is happening tonight? How did you end up like this?"
"Get lost! It's been a while since I last hit you. Have you forgotten your place?" Wang Dajun kicked the manager and scolded, "You're filthy."
"But that's not right. I personally supervised that woman. No one else touched her. It's quite clean. Even I just had a look, and I haven't touched her yet," the manager said in confusion.
Wang Dajun opened the office door and hurriedly went inside, pointing at the manager, "Hurry up and invite some monks from Mount Song. Use Buddhist methods to enlighten you and that woman. I suspect you're not clean either. Go on, get out. I get a headache every time I see you. If you don't bring those people back for me, I'll make sure your life is covered in band-aids in the future."
Inside the office, Wang Dajun pulled his three subordinates to the cabinet where the Guanyin statue was placed. They knocked their heads, chanting, "Great compassion of Guanyin Bodhisattva, please bless me to get through this difficulty. As long as I survive, I will sculpt a golden statue for you and worship you every day."
One subordinate blinked innocently and asked, "Brother Jun, I don't want to question if it's inappropriate or not, but I've never heard of someone praying to Guanyin while kneeling naked. Guanyin is female. Isn't this blasphemous? What if she sends down a thunderbolt and strikes us?."
Wang Dajun was about to have an epiphany when another subordinate slapped the speaker's head, "You're so ignorant. Brother Jun has been with us for so long, and you've learned nothing. Guanyin is male. Understand? What blasphemy? This is an honest meeting."
Wang Dajun's head was aching from the chatter of these two subordinates. He shouted, "Shut up, all of you! Why waste time chatting here? Think about what to do. I hope to stay in this room forever."
Wang Dajun was scared. After calming down inside the room, he thought carefully. They four had been turned into this state simultaneously, which couldn't be a coincidence. It must be that something dirty had happened in the hotel. But the problem was, even if he knew what was going on, there was nothing he could do. Who knew if that dirty thing was waiting outside? Going out might end up getting bitten.
"Brother Jun, do you think I'm seeing things? I swear I keep seeing shadows drifting outside the window," one subordinate whispered, pointing at the window.
"Huh? What? Don't talk nonsense. It's a critical time. One can easily get scared to death," Wang Dajun turned his head, but there was nothing outside.
As he turned his head back, another subordinate muttered, gulping down a mouthful of saliva and shakily said, "You might be right. I also saw a shadow."
All four turned their heads towards the window, and sure enough, two shadows floated by slowly. Wang Dajun saw it clearly; the shadows were draped, eyes fixed on them, and a toothy grin revealed a mouthful of big white teeth.
The female ghosts had followed them. If it weren't for the Buddha statue they had in the office, sanctified by incense, they would have entered long ago.
"Oh, my goodness! Damn, we've encountered ghosts!" The four shivered, collapsing neatly on the ground, sweating profusely.
Though tormented by the possession of the female ghosts in the hotel room just before, the urgency at that time left no room for fear. Now, in the silence, watching two ghostly figures float past the window, a sense of terror suddenly emerged.
Wang Dajun, with wide eyes, said, "These ghosts have navigation systems on them. How the hell can we avoid them?"
"Brother Jun, it's okay. It's okay. They can't come in. I heard ghosts can't walk through doors; they walk through walls. Maybe Guanyin Bodhisattva is showing her divine power, and they dare not come in," one subordinate analyzed in an extremely organized and hierarchical manner.
Wang Dajun nodded, but then helplessly said, "Even if she shows divine power, it's useless. Why the hell can't we hide? Do we have to carry a Guanyin Bodhisattva every time we go out?"
"Brother Jun, it's the one who made the statue. You should find him. That person surely has a way to exorcise evil spirits. Just pay him," suggested another subordinate.
"Hmm?" Wang Dajun suddenly realized, slapped his forehead, and picked up the phone to dial. After a moment, the call connected, and a deep voice came from the other end, "Wang Dajun, are you in trouble?"
Wang Dajun hastily said, "Master, Master, save me! There's something dirty in my hotel."
"What happened? Didn't I consecrate your godly statue?"
"I don't know. Today, when I returned to the hotel, I was just talking to someone, and suddenly that woman bit at my neck. Not only me, but three of my subordinates too. And now, just a moment ago, two shadows floated by my office window. They are chasing us!"
"Chasing you?"
"Yes, Master, please hurry and save me. Name your price; I'll pay whatever you ask."
The person on the other end of the phone remained silent for a while, then said to Wang Dajun, "Don't rush. Let the people in your hotel check the godly statues I consecrated for you. See if there's anything different from before."
Wang Dajun, with a mournful face, replied, "Why bother with all that? Just come over."
"Will you send someone or not? If you don't want people to go, I won't come either."
"Okay, okay, I'll send someone over to take a look. I'll call you back in a while."