The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Xiao Liu was terrified and covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

With the moonlight outside the window, he saw the woman floating down from the windowsill, slowly coming to Uncle Rong and blowing on his neck.

Soon Uncle Rong’s snoring could no longer be heard.

The woman turned to the head of Pan Mao's bed, tilted her head to look at him, and then prepared to blow air on Pan Mao's neck.

Xiao Liu was terrified: If Director Pan also died, would it be my turn next?

"...Don't be afraid, otherwise your Yang energy will be weakened...When you encounter this kind of thing, you have to be more aggressive. The stronger you are, the weaker it will be. And you have to curse. The dirtier the better."

Xiao Liu remembered what Uncle Rong had said, and he jumped up and cursed loudly: "Fuck you, you bastard, you son of a bitch!"

The woman paused while blowing, slowly stood up, and turned to look at Xiao Liu.

Xiao Liu was so panicked that his whole body was shaking, but he still kept cursing, using all the dirty words he could.

At this moment, there was a click and the whole room was brightly lit.

Pan Mao sat up from the bed and asked Xiao Liu: "Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night, cursing and swearing? What are you doing?"

Xiao Liu looked around blankly: "She's gone?"

Pan Mao asked in confusion: "Who left? Are you sleepwalking?"

Xiao Liu breathed a sigh of relief, as if all the strength in his body had been drained. He swallowed a few times before he came to his senses. "Look at Uncle Rong! Call him and see if you can wake him up."

"Why are you calling him? Uncle Rong is asleep."

Xiao Liu said nervously, "I just saw a dirty thing come in and blow on Uncle Rong's neck. After blowing, Uncle Rong's snoring stopped. She also wanted to blow on your neck, director, but I scolded her and she ran away."

In the past, Pan Mao would never have believed these strange things.

But after experiencing so much, he had to believe it.

Pan Mao hurried to call Uncle Rong, but no matter how he called or pushed, Uncle Rong did not move.

"Isn't it... that he's dead?"

Little Liu trembled and reached out his hand to touch Uncle Rong's nose.

"He's still breathing. I was so scared. I thought Uncle Rong was dead."

"Why can't I wake him up?"

"Maybe his energy was sucked away just now, so he fell into a coma. I've heard a ghost story before, and it also had a similar plot."

Pan Mao was so frightened that his face turned blue: "No, I can't continue sleeping. Otherwise, I will be killed without knowing it!"

He took out his cell phone and tried to find someone for help.

The phone was out of battery, and the screen was black. Pan Mao had been using his phone as a flashlight while on the road. The battery must have run out at that moment.

"Xiao Liu, is your phone charged?"

Xiao Liu looked at his phone and said, "It has power..."

Pan Mao was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Xiao Liu added, "But there is only 1% of the battery left."

Pan Mao was so angry that he wanted to kick him: "Then call 110! Quick!"

Xiao Liu dialed 110, but before the call was connected, the phone screen went black after a whimper.

Pan Mao: “…”

"Did you bring the charging cable?"

"I left in a hurry just now and forgot to bring it."

"How could you forget it?"

Pan Mao said: "I remember that Xiao Zhou, Xiao Su and the others didn't turn on the flashlight function at the time, so their phones must have power. Even if they didn't, someone would have brought a charging cable. Hurry up and wake everyone up. Since there's something evil going on, we can't sleep any more."

"Xiao Liu, go to the 4th floor and call for help. I'll call the people in 301 and 302. If everyone is sober, it shouldn't be that easy to get into trouble. The most important thing is to have a cell phone to call the police!"

Pan Mao stood up and prepared to divide the work with Xiao Liu, and called everyone to wake up.

As a result, after taking just two steps, I felt dizzy.

"That's not right. Why do I have no strength? I feel dizzy and weak when I stand up and walk?"

As Pan Mao spoke, his eyes fell on the mosquito coil plate behind the door - there was something similar to a mosquito coil lit on the plate, and green smoke was coming out.

In this season, the nights are still cool and there are no mosquitoes at all.

Why do we need mosquito coils if there are no mosquitoes?

Unless this isn't mosquito coils!

"There's something wrong with that incense! Xiao Liu, hurry up and pinch out the incense!"

Xiao Liu quickly covered his nose and ran over to put out the incense.

"It's the incense! This guy has such a cruel heart!" Xiao Liu was so angry that he couldn't help but swear.

At this moment, Pan Mao felt even more dizzy and couldn't get up from his seat on the bed.

He weakly asked Xiao Liu: "I can't do it anymore. I'm getting weaker and weaker. How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xiao Liu looked towards the window and said, "I was sleeping next to the window just now, and the window was open for air circulation. I should have inhaled less, so I feel okay now and don't have any symptoms of discomfort. Director, there is definitely something wrong with this hotel! The hotel is not clean!"

Pan Mao also regretted that he shouldn't have stayed in this hotel.

No, I shouldn't have traveled at night! Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many troubles.

But it’s too late to regret now, I can only take care of the present matter.

Pan Mao said to Xiao Liu, "Go out and see how the people in other rooms are doing. Can you shout them out?"

"it is good!"

Xiao Liu ran out quickly.

I knocked on rooms 301, 302, and 303 in turn, but no one answered.

He didn't dare knock too loudly for fear of alarming the shop owner and his wife downstairs.

After knocking for a while, I went upstairs but still no one opened the door.

It seems that everyone has found a tunnel filled with incense, otherwise it would be impossible for no one to hear the noise outside.

Xiao Liu didn't dare to force his way in, for fear of alerting the enemy.

So he walked downstairs cautiously.

When he was filling in the check-in information just now, he saw a charger on the socket behind the counter. He took it and charged his phone so that he could call for help!

The lights on the first floor were still on, and there was no one up there. Fortunately, the charger was still there, plugged into the socket.

Xiao Liu walked over quickly, unplugged the charger and prepared to go back upstairs to rescue people.

But suddenly, I heard a "clicking" sound coming from the back door.

Xiao Liu was curious and quietly walked to the back door.

The back door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap. Through the gap he saw the shop owner and his wife in the backyard, one standing and the other sitting.

The male shop owner was sitting there, sharpening a knife beside the well. That knife was not an ordinary kitchen knife, but a narrow and long bone-cutting knife.

The female shop owner, Aunt Wan, asked worriedly, "Why are you sharpening the knife? Don't hurt anyone. We run a shop, we can't cause any trouble!"

The male shop owner said, "It's just self-defense, why are you so nervous? There are so many of them, if someone is strong enough and not knocked unconscious and wants to resist, I don't need a handy tool, right?"

Aunt Wan was still trying to persuade him, "In the past, the store had good business and many guests. If you took something secretly, others would think it was stolen by other guests. But tonight there are a group of people staying here, and if something is lost, they will definitely suspect us first. Otherwise, just forget it?"

The male shop owner glared at her with disdain: "You stinky bitch, you are so timid, you deserve to be poor all your life! Those people are all rich people. I deliberately set a high price, and they didn't bargain, so I knew they were fat sheep."

"After entering the store, I eavesdropped on their conversation. They seemed to be from the entertainment industry! People in that industry are worth millions or tens of millions. Actors are just good at making money!"

"Look at those women, they all have jewelry on their hands, which is obviously valuable. I think the richest person is the director. I just took a sneak shot of his watch and searched it online. How much do you think the watch is worth?"

"How much?" Aunt Wan couldn't help but ask.

The male shop owner gestured, and Aunt Wan gasped: "So much money? Just to buy a watch?"

The male shop owner's eyes showed greed: "Soon those things will be ours! This time we're going to make a big profit, we'll run away overnight."

Aunt Wan asked anxiously, "What about my hotel?"

The male innkeeper sneered: "This shabby hotel is not worth much, so forget it! When I get rich, I will take you abroad to enjoy life!"

"I'm not going to waste my time talking to you. I need to sharpen my knife! If anyone resists, I'll kill them to scare the monkeys! If we're going to do something, let's do it big!"