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Being stared at like that by him, I subconsciously hid behind Mu Feng and was a little scared. I thought it would be better for me to not say anything rude. When Mu Feng saw me like this, he consoled me in a low voice.

I don't know why, but I kept feeling that the dead man from before seemed to want to talk to me. It was too seeping and I didn't want to know what happened. I quickly returned to the hotel with Mu Feng.

Mu Feng asked me what was wrong, but I couldn't say it myself, so I felt that something was wrong. The two of us chatted for a while in the room, and while sleeping, Mu Feng prepared to sleep on the floor, but when I told him to go to bed, he was stunned for a moment, but then he reacted, and asked me with an astonished smile: "Are you speaking the truth?"

I smiled and didn't say anything. Mu Feng only got into bed after he slept next to me and didn't do anything else, the coldness of Mu Feng's body made me shiver, but I didn't say anything. Right now, my feelings for Mu Feng are completely different.

Perhaps it was because he felt that I was a little cold, Mu Feng covered me with the blanket properly and allowed me to sleep in peace.

There were very few cars outside, so we could hear the sound of dogs barking from an unknown place. It was a bit annoying because no one was walking around in the hotel anymore, it was unusually quiet, our hotel was considered to be in a good environment, although there weren't many people here, when Mu Feng and I arrived, it was already full and there was only one room left.

I had no choice but to stay. Fortunately, there was a vengeful spirit by my side, so I wasn't worried about any ghosts scaring me in the hotel.

When I was going to college, my grandfather once told me that if I went to college and needed to stay in a hotel or other place like this, I should remember not to stay in the rear rooms of the hotel. Since ancient times, the rear rooms of the inn have always been made up of low occupancy rates, low popularity, lack of Yang energy, and easy to gather Yin spirits, especially the last room is usually more untidy, which is not good for some people with more negative feelings, especially for people like me.

Also, do not stay in any of the rooms directly facing the staircase or corridor, even if you enter the room with a large mirror. These rooms all have the same meaning, after midnight, many ghosts will gather, so it's best not to stay in the hotel corridor for the night.

The two of us ended up staying in the same hotel room. There must be some estrangement in my heart, even though I don't know when Mu Feng fell asleep, but I kept tossing and turning until I couldn't fall asleep. I kept feeling uncomfortable in my heart.

I don't know if it was because of the incident when we came back, or if it was the body that seemed to be looking at me, but I always felt a little uneasy. It had nothing to do with me, but I always felt as if he knew me.

That person seemed to be dead when he was moved out. What happened? Why were there so many people surrounding him? Was it murder? Suicide or natural death? In the paper making shop, the most likely outcome was the paper stabbing people.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shiver. Could it be that the paper was trying to kill someone? If paper pricked people and killed them, didn't that mean paper pricked people's souls? What Grandpa told me before, that paper stabbing people aren't allowed to have eye contact before entering the spirit shed, could it be that I'm worried that paper stabbing people will have a soul?

I was a little afraid and turned my head to look at Mu Feng. If I was alone, I would really be a little afraid and would fall asleep at some point. In the middle of the night, I felt as though something was slowly moving across my face.

My heart jolted and I subconsciously opened my eyes. Fortunately, there was nothing in front of me and the little town was extremely quiet. There was almost no sound at all. Even the streetlights outside were extinguished and the entire room was pitch-black.

Afterwards, I turned my head to continue sleeping, but when I looked to my side, there was no one beside me. Where was Mu Feng? Where did he go?

I didn't have enough time to think about it. I immediately sat up from the bed and looked around the room, but there wasn't even a shadow of Mu Feng. Where did Mu Feng go at such a late hour? He won't leave me alone, will he?

Just when I was looking around anxiously, I found that there seemed to be someone standing at the door of the washroom. Although our room isn't big, it isn't small either, and with the darkness outside, I couldn't see clearly who was standing at the door.

Of course, the first thing I thought of when I saw this figure was Mu Feng. I subconsciously shouted, but the person at the door completely ignored me and didn't move.

Could it be that it isn't Mu Feng? But who else could it be that came to my room so late at night? I suddenly remembered something about the last room in the hotel. It couldn't have been a coincidence for me to meet him, right? But the most important thing right now is where Mu Feng went.

I kept moving my body, wanting to reach the switch in the room to turn on the light. Although the bedside lamp was not far from my room, every time I moved, I felt that this thing would immediately come to my side.

My body blurred and I subconsciously turned my head to look. The pillow had somehow gotten under my hand. When I turned my head to look once more, the figure at the entrance of the washroom was already gone.

Where is it? I almost shouted out loud. I took a deep breath and looked around the room, but I didn't see any trace of this person. Where did he go? Or did I see wrongly just now? Although he thought this, he still wanted to reach out and turn on the light.

Just when I placed my hand on the switch, I felt an unprecedented coldness. There were five fingers moving unceasingly, belonging to a human. I subconsciously stretched my hand back and almost shouted out. The moment I turned my head to look, a pale white face appeared in front of me …