Thoughts drifting back, leaning on the back of the chair, Yang Xiao couldn't help but sigh, everything seemed predestined in some way. Back then, he wrote horror scripts to entertain his friends, and now the ghost script seemed to be watching him, pulling him down faster than a normal person.
"I, Yang Xiao, have spent my whole life doing good deeds, and it's all because of that evil female demon of the Heavenly Water Pavilion. If there ever comes a day when she falls into my hands, she will certainly pay the price!" This is the Nightmare World, and the good elder sister is blocked here, so Yang Xiao dared to speak his mind.
This was the first night at the hotel, and Yang Xiao was highly alert. For the first hour or so, there was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the occasional sound of wind outside the window. The corridor was very quiet, which also confirmed Yang Xiao's suspicion that they were the only living people in this hotel.
