The panicked curators led Li Yi through the cavernous main hall of the museum, their footsteps echoing off the marble floors like a staccato drumbeat. The walls were adorned with priceless paintings and tapestries that usually commanded hushed admiration, but now, under the erratic light, the artworks seemed to take on a life of their own, writhing and distorting as if in agony. As they rounded a corner, they entered a smaller, more secluded gallery where the source of the chaos was centered. In the middle of the room stood a glass display case, housing an ancient Egyptian sarcophagus. The once pristine case was now smeared with a strange, luminescent substance that seemed to pulse and glow with an otherworldly light, casting an eerie greenish-blue tint on the surrounding area. The sarcophagus itself was a marvel of ancient craftsmanship, its golden inscriptions and elaborate carvings hinting at the power and status of the pharaoh it once held. The hieroglyphs, which had withstood the test of time, now seemed to come alive, the figures wriggling as if trying to break free from the stone confines, their eyes appearing to follow Li Yi as he moved. Around the display case, the air was thick with a swirling mist, so dense it was almost tangible. Strange hieroglyphic symbols floated in the air, shimmering and disappearing as quickly as they appeared, like ephemeral fireflies. The temperature had plummeted to a bone-chilling degree, and Li Yi could see his breath frosting in front of him in small, wispy clouds. The curators huddled closer to him, their bodies trembling not only from the cold but also from fear, seeking warmth and protection like a flock of frightened sheep. Li Yi's compass was spinning wildly, its needle pointing directly at the sarcophagus. He knew that whatever was causing the disturbance was deeply intertwined with this ancient relic. Closing his eyes, he reached out with his senses, trying to make contact with the spirit or energy that was wreaking havoc. He could feel a powerful presence, ancient and angry, one that had been roused from a slumber of millennia. It was as if the very air was charged with the wrath of a long-dead soul. He turned to the curators and asked about the history of the sarcophagus. One of them, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and round glasses that magnified his panicked eyes, stepped forward nervously. "We acquired it from a private collector. It was said to have been unearthed in a remote desert tomb, but the details were sketchy. We thought it would be the centerpiece of our new exhibit, but now..." His voice trailed off, and he shuddered visibly, his shoulders hunched as if to ward off an invisible blow. Li Yi nodded and began to search the surrounding area. In a storage closet nearby, he found a stack of old expedition logs. The closet was dimly lit, and the papers were stacked haphazardly, as if they'd been rifled through in a hurry. As he rifled through them, he uncovered a forgotten story. The sarcophagus had indeed been discovered in a tomb, but not just any tomb. It was the resting place of a powerful priestess, Nefertari, who had been betrayed and murdered by her own people. She had been a guardian of sacred knowledge and magic, and in her dying breath, she had cursed those who would disturb her eternal rest. The log entries were filled with the scribbled accounts of the explorers who had unearthed the tomb, their excitement turning to dread as they witnessed strange phenomena even then. With this newfound knowledge, Li Yi knew he had to find a way to placate Nefertari's spirit. He asked the curators if there were any artifacts related to the priestess that had come with the sarcophagus. After some frantic searching, they found a small wooden box in the bottom of a crate. The box was intricately carved with the same hieroglyphs that were now floating in the air, as if it were a key to unlocking the mystery. Inside were a few items: a golden amulet with a symbol of the sun, a strand of beads that might have once been part of her headdress, and a papyrus scroll filled with spells and incantations. The amulet glinted in the faint light, its golden surface still retaining a hint of the warmth it had once held for its wearer. The beads were a delicate array of colors, each one perhaps representing a different aspect of Nefertari's life or power. The papyrus scroll, brittle and yellowed with age, was filled with the arcane writings that had been the priestess's domain. Li Yi took these items and set up an altar in front of the sarcophagus. He placed the amulet, beads, and scroll on it and began to chant in the ancient Egyptian tongue, a language he had studied extensively for situations like this. His voice was a low, resonant murmur that filled the air, echoing off the walls of the small gallery. As he chanted, the mist thickened, and the figure of a regal woman in a flowing white linen gown materialized. Her skin was a dark bronze, her eyes a piercing green, and her hair was braided with gold thread, giving her an air of both elegance and power. She looked at Li Yi with a mixture of anger and curiosity, her gaze piercing through him as if to assess his intentions. Li Yi showed her the items and spoke softly in her language, explaining that he meant her no harm and that it was time to let go of the past. He told her that the world had changed, and her secrets were a mystery no longer. Nefertari's spirit seemed to consider his words, her expression softening slightly. For a moment, a glimmer of recognition flashed in her eyes, as if she remembered a time long ago when she had been a healer and a protector. The lines on her face, which had been etched with anger, seemed to relax a bit. Taking advantage of the moment, Li Yi intensified his chanting, focusing all his energy on opening a doorway for Nefertari's spirit to pass through. His face was a mask of concentration, beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the cold. With a final, blinding flash, the mist dissipated, the hieroglyphs vanished, and Nefertari's spirit faded away. The sarcophagus returned to its normal state, and the glass display case was clear once more. The air in the gallery seemed to lighten, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. The curators were overjoyed and thanked Li Yi profusely. They offered him a guided tour of the museum's hidden treasures as a token of their gratitude. But as Li Yi was about to accept, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was a call from a sprawling, historic hotel. Guests had been reporting strange noises and apparitions in the middle of the night, and the management was at their wits' end. Without hesitation, Li Yi thanked the curators and set off for the hotel, ready for yet another encounter with the unknown. As he pulled up to the grand entrance of the hotel, a Victorian-era behemoth with turrets and gables, he could already sense the unease that permeated the air. The doorman, looking pale and shaken, greeted him with a nervous smile and quickly led him inside. The lobby was opulent, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow on the marble floors and plush carpets. But the usual hustle and bustle of guests was absent, replaced by a hushed silence. The chandeliers' light flickered slightly, as if they too were affected by the strange energy in the air. Li Yi followed the doorman to the front desk, where the manager, a prim and proper woman in a tailored suit, was waiting. She introduced herself as Ms. Elizabeth Thompson and launched into a detailed account of the strange happenings. Apparently, guests in several rooms had heard ghostly whispers, seen shadowy figures gliding through the hallways, and even had their belongings mysteriously moved around. One guest had woken up to find a cold hand on their forehead, and another had reported a strange smell of lavender and mothballs that seemed to come from nowhere. The manager's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as if to steady herself. Li Yi took in the information and asked to see the rooms where the most incidents had occurred. As he walked through the corridors, his compass twitched and jerked in his hand. The wallpaper, a faded floral pattern, seemed to ripple as if it were alive. The doors to the rooms were ornate, with brass knobs that glinted in the dim light. The corridor was lined with antique paintings of landscapes and portraits, but their eyes seemed to follow Li Yi as he passed by, adding to the eerie atmosphere. In one of the rooms, a corner suite on the top floor, he noticed a large, antique wardrobe. The wardrobe was made of dark wood, its carvings depicting scenes from a bygone era. As he approached it, his compass went wild. He opened the wardrobe and found a hidden compartment at the bottom. Inside were a few old letters, a faded photograph of a young woman in a maid's uniform, and a small, embroidered handkerchief. The letters were yellowed and brittle, the ink faded but still legible in parts. The photograph showed a young woman with a kind face and bright eyes, her hair neatly pulled back in a bun. The handkerchief was delicately embroidered with a flower motif, perhaps a symbol of her hopes and dreams. From the letters, he learned that the young woman was named Mary. She had worked at the hotel in the early 1900s and had fallen in love with a wealthy guest. But when the guest left and never returned, Mary was heartbroken. She had died of a broken heart not long after, and it seemed her spirit had lingered ever since. The letters were filled with her passionate words of love and her despair when she realized her lover would not come back. Li Yi took the items and set up an altar in the room. He placed the letters, photograph, and handkerchief on it and began to chant, calling out to Mary's spirit. As he did, the air grew cold, and the figure of a young woman in a simple, gray maid's uniform materialized. Her eyes were sad, her hair pulled back in a bun. She looked at Li Yi with a kind of resigned sadness, as if she had been waiting for someone to finally understand her pain. Li Yi showed her the items and spoke softly, telling her that it was time to move on. He told her that the man who had broken her heart was long gone, and she deserved peace. Mary's spirit seemed to understand, and a single tear fell from her eye. The tear glistened in the dim light, a poignant reminder of her humanity. With a final chant, Li Yi opened a doorway for Mary's spirit to pass through. The cold air dissipated, the strange noises stopped, and the hotel was back to normal. The manager thanked Li Yi and offered him a complimentary stay at the hotel. But as he was about to accept, his phone rang again. This time, it was a call from a renowned university library. Books were flying off the shelves, and strange lights were flickering in the stacks, and they needed his help. Without a second thought, Li Yi thanked the manager and set off for the library, his adventures in the supernatural world seemingly never-ending. As he entered the library, a vast, multi-story building with towering bookshelves and arched ceilings, he could hear the chaos before he saw it. Books were indeed flying off the shelves, crashing to the floor with a thud. Strange lights were flickering in the stacks, casting eerie shadows that danced and twisted. The librarians were huddled together, their faces pale and their voices trembling. One of them, a young woman with glasses and a ponytail, rushed up to Li Yi and breathlessly explained the situation. Apparently, a new collection of rare books had been added, and ever since, the disturbances had started. Li Yi nodded and began to search the area. His compass led him to a particular section of the stacks. There, he found a large, leather-bound tome. The book was ancient, its cover cracked and peeling. As he opened it, he discovered it was a grimoire, a book of spells and incantations. It seemed that the book had been bound with a spirit, a wizard or sorcerer from long ago who had been trapped within its pages. The grimoire was filled with arcane symbols and writings, some of which glowed faintly in the dark. Li Yi knew he had to free the spirit. He began to chant, using the knowledge he had acquired over the years. As he chanted, the lights in the library flickered more violently, and the figure of a man in a long, dark robe materialized. His face was hidden in the shadows, but his eyes glowed red. He looked at Li Yi with a mixture of anger and desperation. Li Yi showed him the grimoire and explained that it was time to let go. He told him that the world had changed, and he could find peace. The spirit seemed to consider his words, his glow fading slightly. After a moment, he nodded. With a final chant, Li Yi opened a doorway for the spirit to pass through. The books stopped flying, the lights stabilized, and the library was calm again. The librarians thanked Li Yi profusely. But as he was about to leave, his phone rang again. This time, it was a call from a private zoo. The animals were acting strangely, and the keepers were worried. Without hesitation, Li Yi set off for the zoo, ready for another adventure.