Watching his retreating figure, Ning Wei couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Li Ye walked quickly and arrived just as quickly. He pulled over two stools. "It's tiring to watch while standing. Let's guard here tonight."
Ning Wei glanced at the stools, sat down, and said, "I'll watch for a while longer, then go to sleep. I'm not like some people who don't need to sleep or eat."
Li Ye knew she was being sarcastic and referring to him. However, Ning Wei's temper was always unstable, and he was long used to it, so he didn't intend to delve into the reason for her sudden mood.
They sat side-by-side. Ning Wei ignored him, and Li Ye remained silent. He wasn't one for excessive talking anyway.
Perhaps it was because they had dealt with a female ghost, but the outside had surprisingly returned to a state of calm.
Ning Wei crossed her arms over her chest, her legs crossed at the knee, her foot occasionally bobbing.
Li Ye's eyes were fixed on the screen, but he couldn't help but catch glimpses of Ning Wei from his peripheral vision.
To Li Ye, the way she carried herself was particularly unattractive.
He frowned and looked at her. "Can you please..."
"No!" Whatever he said, Ning Wei was prepared to reject it outright.
While they were both sulking, someone else emerged from the elevator outside.
They were clearly drunk, three or four men staggering down the hallway.
Suddenly, a woman appeared ahead, wearing black high heels and a red silk slip dress.
Just her silhouette was enough to spark the men's imaginations, envisioning a beautiful woman.
It had to be said, this mirror ghost had an excellent figure, with distinct curves, full where they should be and slender where they should be.
She walked slowly ahead, her high heels making a clicking sound.
Attracted by her, the group of men quickly followed.
She never looked back, ignoring the suggestive whistles and laughter from behind.
One of the bolder men, encouraged by his companions' gazes, strode forward and gently touched the mirror ghost's shoulder.
Her shoulder was smooth and rounded. The man found it irresistible, his hand sliding down from her shoulder to her delicate fingers.
Suddenly, the delicate hands were torn apart, flesh and bone exposed to everyone.
"Ah!!!" he yelled, flinging his hand away.
The mirror ghost slowly turned around. Her legs suddenly became one long and one short. Her beautiful face contorted like a mask, now stained with blood, a crimson tongue hanging from her lips.
This scare was enough to sober them up completely.
Now, forgetting their friends and business, those standing nearby scrambled towards the elevator, abandoning the bold man.
He wet himself on the spot, his good legs no match for the mirror ghost's uneven gait.
He fell to the ground, and the mirror ghost's bony hand dug into his chest.
The extreme pain caused the man's mouth to gape open, but no sound escaped.
The heart was so fresh, still beating in the mirror ghost's hand.
Thus, with his mouth agape, the man left this world.
The others were terrified, but the elevator stubbornly refused to arrive.
They pounded the elevator buttons with their fists as the mirror ghost, limping, slowly approached.
As everyone watched in anticipation, the elevator door slowly opened.
Just as they were secretly relieved, the elevator was filled with black hair.
One man, running too fast, didn't notice. The moment he stepped into the elevator, he was enveloped by the hair, forming a chrysalis, and instantly lost his life.
The remaining two, utterly terrified, slumped to the ground. The successive blows left them paralyzed, unable to advance or retreat.
Ahead of them was the limping mirror ghost, holding her companion's heart, and advancing step by step.
The elevator opened completely, and a head with gray and white eyes emerged, followed by limbs, and finally the body.
This ghost, like a spider, twisted its body into a spiral and slowly crawled out of the elevator.
With wolves in front and tigers behind, they could only close their eyes.
The two female ghosts pounced, their flesh and blood torn into pieces and discarded carelessly in the hallway.
The dark red carpet, after absorbing the human blood, became even more vividly crimson.
Having dealt with these few individuals, the two female ghosts, perhaps feeling they had company, then turned to Ning Wei and Li Ye's screen and began to fake-smile, their mouths stretching wider and wider, giving the impression of a Japanese Kuchisake-onna.
When they had been separated, they clearly feared Ning Wei's blood, but now their courage seemed to have grown significantly.
Their smiles were a clear challenge, and they even bent over and beckoned towards the screen.
Ning Wei cracked her knuckles with a series of pops, but her backside remained firmly planted on the stool.
Even if the two ghosts outside were having a grand time, as long as they didn't touch her, she was determined not to leave her spot tonight.
These two ghosts acted like they were performing a play, dancing for a long time at the door. Receiving no response from Ning Wei, they finally drifted away.
Two groups of people had already been dealt with, all guests of this hotel. After they died, a gust of cold wind swept through, erasing all traces.
If that rule occurred every night, this hotel would see countless deaths.
Yet, it continued to operate normally. This could only mean that when the rule's time arrived, this place transformed into another space.
Whatever happened here would not affect those outside.
Ning Wei voiced her conjecture. After all, such occurrences were rare, and she had only heard about them from her master.
Isolating a building into another dimension required immense energy. A mere few female ghosts could not possibly achieve this.
Upon hearing her words, Li Ye immediately thought of Qiu Yin Village.
Young Master Zhou could wield absolute power in the village, precisely because he had isolated the village and controlled the mist, preventing villagers from leaving.
Young Master Zhou was able to achieve this because he possessed an ancestral jade bead, which now belonged to Li Ye.
"Are you saying there's a treasure here too?" Ning Wei's eyes lit up at the mention of the bead.
She had been quite covetous of that treasure bead last time. Unfortunately, that bead only absorbed Yin and resentful energy, making it impossible for someone like her to touch.
Even setting that aside, while treasures were important, life was the most precious.
Li Ye nodded. "I have the bead. Treasures are interconnected; I can vaguely sense its presence."
"Then can this treasure be mine this time?" Ning Wei asked eagerly.
She wasn't greedy. Whether the treasure was from the Tang Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, it was merely an object to her.
Putting aside other things, even the vase in her master's room was quite old, but Ning Wei had never envied it.
What she valued was the treasure's ability. For example, Li Ye's bead could absorb Yin and resentful energy, then convert it into energy for his use.