People are always doing all sorts of stupid things throughout their lives.
But ... generally wouldn't include taking the initiative to meet a ghost.
If Bai Yanliang's actions were known by the other people in the Fog Set, they would definitely think that he was crazy.
Everyone in the Fog Set knew that there were two types of ghosts, one type, the spiteful ghosts that still had some remaining consciousness, emotions, and expectations of revenge.
Generally speaking, the object of their revenge is not the people in the fog set, but ... the position of the Ghosts is not so firm, and IT doesn t matter about the bottom line, and when they see human beings , they will Not BE ablE to kill them In passinG.
Just like walking on the road unintentionally stepped on an ant, perhaps it did not target a certain person, but it is terrible, but humans can not bear it at all.
On the other hand, the other type of ghosts were those that had lost all consciousness and were caught up in endless resentment and malice.
They no longer had any weaknesses, any scruples, or any remaining emotions, and their only purpose of existence was to obliterate everyone in this fearful joke.
Therefore, for ghosts, no matter which category it belonged to, humans would never choose to actively come into contact with them, after all, that would be no different from actively placing their heads under the guillotine.
Of course, Bai Yanliang didn't know that there were these two types of ghosts in the fog collection.
However, he had his own judgement that this ghost under the bed would not hurt anyone.
After all, it had slept underneath Bai Yanliang's body early on, but had never made any moves.
Bai Yanliang didn't feel that he had the charisma to make the ghost give up its attacks, and if the ghost under the bed really wanted to make a move, Bai Yanliang's corpse might even be cold.
What really made Bai Yanliang confirm his guess was the deciphered sentence.
'Sleeping close to the back underneath the body, losing the soul to wake up in a dream.'
The first half of the sentence clearly referred to it.
According to Xu Zhi'an and the others, the paraphrase would also contain misdirection and traps, but so far, judging from the results, this time the paraphrase was indeed suggestive.
After all, Bai Yanliang had been in this room as soon as he woke up, and there was its presence under the bed in this room.
If it truly harboured malicious intent, Mist Set would never have put Bai Yanyang directly next to it, and that meant that this game was lost for Bai Yanyang from the very beginning.
Baek Yenryang looked into its eyes.
No... perhaps it should be ... her.
The pupil-less eyes were meaninglessly wide open, exuding a suffocating malice, a thick stench madly burrowing into Baek Yenryang's nostrils, and her face was excessively white and her hair excessively long.
She grinned slightly, as if she was laughing strangely, and as if she was preparing to eat.
The slender black hair had quietly wrapped itself around Bai Yenliang's ankles, and the not-so-spacious room was filled with a bizarre and dangerous aura.
Bai Yanyang was not alarmed and panicked.
As a matter of fact, he had already prepared for the worst after making this decision, although in his thoughts, the probability that this ghost would kill him should be very low.
Moreover, the reason why Bai Yanliang had come to her was also related to his own personality.
He was a man of action, and after confirming a plan, he would go through it step by step, even if it was seven years, he would not hesitate, as always.
Her wide open mouth had already revealed sharp teeth full of disgusting saliva, but Bai Yanliang still just looked at her quietly and said again, 'I have one thing I want to ask you, are you ... the boss's wife?'
Her movements were visible to the naked eye as she paused, and her mouth, which had already cracked to the base of her ears, quietly stopped.
Sharp teeth and saliva dripping down, her pupils are still fierce, horrible. But ... there was one more point of disorientation.
Baek Yenryang was sure that he understood the various emotions well, though he didn't himself.
Observing and thinking about it, and then taking targeted measures, that was the key to him being able to get out of the hospital successfully.
The long black hair that was wrapped tighter and tighter gradually shrunk back, and her ghastly white face receded until it shrank into the darkness deep under the bed and disappeared completely.
From the beginning to the end, this ghost had not said a single word.
In fact, Bai Yanliang doubted that these ghosts could speak at all.
Just like that 'Xu Zhi'an', he did open his mouth, but that was just a poor imitation of 'him', could the real 'him' speak?
However, although the other party did not open his mouth, but Bai Yanliang already got the information he wanted, the next step is to confirm it.
Bai Yanliang got up and looked at his ankle, which was already black and blue.
It seemed that he couldn't deal with them so recklessly in the future.
He covered the door of his room and headed to the next place, taking advantage of the fact that ... it was still daytime.
...
'Miss Zhang?'
Xu Zhi'an softly called to the person in front of him who seemed to be fuming.
Beside him, there stood a stout man, none other than Feng Xinghan.
If Bai Yanliang was here, he would definitely be able to recognise this Miss Zhang as the waitress who had inquired about herself and Li Yuejun.
Xu Zhi An's call woke her up, her eyes lit up as if she had snapped back to her senses, suddenly looking left and right for a moment, seeing no one around, she grabbed Xu Zhi An's hand, 'You've finally come, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!'
'What? Miss Zhang?' Xu Zhi An froze, he glanced back at Feng Xing Han and then at Miss Zhang, asking, 'What are you going to tell us?'
'You don't have to pretend! I'm the one who called your newspaper, and I'm also the one who instructed the newspaper to tell you not to say that you're a reporter, don't worry, this is my lounge, no one will come.' Miss Zhang's expression was a little weird, she seemed to be smiling happily, and her pair of eyes were opening wider and wider as she was staring at the two of them, Xu Zhi An Feng Xing Han.
'Ah ... oh, oh!' Although he didn't understand what kind of agreement this Miss Zhang had with the newspaper, seeing that she seemed to intend to tell the two of them something, Xu Zhi An decisively chose to disguise himself as a reporter from the newspaper.
Feng Xinghan also realised that this Miss Zhang, it seemed, had misunderstood something.
However, she ... does not seem to be very popular, all the way to inquire, her lounge, surprisingly in the staff area in the most corner of the room, next to the toilet, so that this young lady's room is always wafting an odd smell if nothing else.
The duo, pulled by the overly enthusiastic Miss Zhang, sat on the edge of her bed and received a cup of liquid with a somewhat strange odour.
Xu Zhi An and Feng Xing Han glanced at each other, both seeing the astonishment in the other's eyes.
This water was ...
'Drinking ah? Aren't you guys thirsty?' Miss Zhang cocked her head and looked at the two oddly, and when she saw that they did nothing and were still looking at each other in disbelief, Miss Zhang seemed to be in a hurry.
She directly picked up the kettle and gulped it into her mouth.
Xu Zhi An and Feng Xing Han looked at her throat wriggling up and down, their stomachs flooding with acid, a strong desire to vomit surging up.
This Miss Zhang, what in the world is going on?
What was in her kettle wasn't water at all, but pus and blood mixed with all sorts of residue!