Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

The thunder in the clear sky cast an even more mysterious veil over the already mysterious Lijing Hotel.

After half a day and a night of fermentation, the photography team who were invited to stay in the hotel were not afraid. Instead, they began to look for any supernatural places in the hotel early in the morning with great interest.

Because of a fire more than 20 years ago, the Lijing Hotel was abandoned and occupied by ghosts. The construction and roads that were supposed to be built here were all stopped or the routes were modified. If you don't have a car, this is a suburb with inconvenient transportation.

But who would have thought that although the name of Lijing Hotel has not been changed, it is much more exquisite than the previous buildings.

Huang Weihua, wearing a bathrobe and holding a cup of hot tea, stood on the balcony and looked at the hotel's garden area, his face full of satisfaction, "That holly tree is really well trimmed!"

“The flowers in that flower bed are blooming beautifully too!”

Thinking that these scenes would belong to him in the future, Huang Weihua said happily: "When things are done, I will keep this room for myself."

The two bodyguards standing behind him looked at each other, thinking of the bodyguard captain who was driven away last night, and just pretended that they couldn't hear such arrogant words.

At this time, the secretary and the hotel waiter came over with a dining cart.

Huang Weihua turned back to the room after hearing the noise, and looked at the waiter who was setting out the breakfast for a while before instructing his secretary, "Wake Guanghao up for breakfast."

The secretary, who didn't sleep well at night, had dark circles under his eyes, as if all his energy had been sucked out. He nodded, turned around with a somewhat unsteady step and went to the guest room.

The waiter put the food on the table and extended his hand as a "please" gesture, "Sir, breakfast is ready, please enjoy."

"Wait." Huang Weihua stopped the waiter who was about to leave with the dining cart, his face darkening, "Haven't you trained waiters on etiquette?"

Waiter: "......?"

This sounds like it's followed by a complaint.

The waiter held the handle of the dining cart, with a puzzled look on his face, but cursed in his heart: Damn it, you are the only one who is troublesome!

Where haven't I been trained?!

What's wrong with the steps?!

Don’t I have to spend an hour of my own time attending training classes after get off work every day? ! !

The more I think about it, the deeper the resentment becomes.

The waiter had a blank expression on his face. He wanted to see what the man was going to say. If he complained about him, he would have to put him on the bed tonight to wake his brain up!

As the waiter began to feel resentful, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

Huang Weihua shuddered, wrapped himself in his bathrobe, frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "What kind of rubbish are you using in your hotel? Why is the temperature dropping for no reason?"

Seeing the waiter still standing there, he said angrily, "What are you still standing there for! Why don't you turn up the temperature? You have no sense at all!"

I walked around the hotel yesterday and went to every place I could go. The hotel staff also found excuses to get close to me. It was not at all like what my bodyguard who was fired yesterday said, that the hotel staff were not breathing.

Thinking of this, Huang Weihua became even more certain that there had been no strange incidents at the Lijing Hotel for a long time, and the rumors and videos that had been spread were just to scare him away!

It must be that the boss wants to get the Lijing Hotel for free!

He might even be able to find someone above him to plead for him. Who knows, they might be in cahoots with him to eat his flesh?

Therefore, he was no longer as cautious and careful as he was yesterday, but returned to his nature. In his opinion, this was his territory.

As a first-generation rich man who made his fortune by taking advantage of the times and stepping on the line, he was not a friendly person.

The waiter endured it and with a stern face found the temperature control panel on the wall and turned up the temperature.

Huang Weihua was dissatisfied again, "Hey? What's your attitude? You didn't even ask me what temperature I wanted, why are you adjusting it randomly?"

Huang Weihua: "If you do things without thinking about the beginning and the end, I will definitely fire you!"

The waiter deadpanned, “Sir, you have no right to fire me.”

Huang Weihua was furious: "Lijing Hotel is originally mine, why can't I fire you?! Even if I blow up Lijing Hotel, I won't let you take it for free!"

He doesn't necessarily need the land of Lijing Hotel, but if he wants it for free without any benefits, that won't work!

Hearing Huang Weihua's words, the waiter was not frightened. Instead, his eyes became gloomy, and his voice was icy, "Is your name Huang Weihua?"

"Hey, you really have no manners at all. Do you think you can call my name?!" Huang Weihua said angrily, not noticing the waiter's change.

The temperature in the room continued to drop. The waiter said with an icy tone: "Huang Weihua... I have been waiting for you for many years..."

hum-

Swah——

The lights in the suite went out, the open curtains quickly closed, and the room suddenly became dark.

Huang Weihua and the two bodyguards behind him felt their hearts skip a beat. A chill spread from the soles of their feet to every part of their limbs, and their bodies gradually became stiff.

"You--!" Huang Weihua was shocked and tried desperately to escape, but his feet seemed to be rooted and he could not move.

"Ahhhh!!!"

A shrill scream came from the side.

Huang Weihua turned his rusty neck to look, and saw a figure flying towards the waiter with a gust of wind!

“Ho ho—!”

Huang Weihua looked terrified, and his throat seemed to be stuck with something, so he couldn't utter a word.

The person who just flew over was his son Huang Guanghao!

"What the hell?! Let me go!" Huang Guanghao grabbed the hand that was grabbing his neck and tried to pull it apart, swearing at it.

But soon, his cursing faded away, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body shook wildly.

The hand that grasped his neck was icy cold, and the sharp nails scratched his neck. Warm breath flowed from the scratched places, neck, shoulders, chest, back, and a wet feeling accompanied by a pungent smell of blood entered his nostrils.

He pleaded with a trembling voice: "Dad... Dad..."

Huang Weihua also smelled the blood, and he was trembling like a sieve as he was locked in the resentment of the ghost. "Okay, good man, if you have something to say, let's talk it over. Let's sit down and solve it..."

boom--

The lights in the room came on.

The waiter, who originally had handsome features, now had blood gushing out of his eyes. The red beads, like broken strings, looked particularly horrifying against his pale skin.

There were multiple burn marks on his body; the charred wounds and rolled up flesh looked hideous, and there was a faint smell of burning.

The whole person looked like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell, and his appearance was so miserable that it made people's hair stand on end.

"Ah! Ghost——"

When the secretary saw this horrifying scene, he rolled his eyes and fainted from fright.

The two bodyguards were not much better off. They could neither faint nor run away. They had to watch the scene in front of them, which left a trauma on their minds for the rest of their lives.

The waiter sighed and said, "Huang Weihua, I have been waiting for you for more than 20 years... I didn't expect you to come to my door on your own..."

"It hurts so much... that fire... and those talismans that bound me, look, they burned my face... ugh!!!"

With a sinister and sharp roar, the waiter opened his mouth, revealing a cut that almost reached the back of his head.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Huang Guanghao faced this horrifying scene, screamed miserably, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

The waiter casually threw Huang Guanghao away, quickly flashed to the stiff Huang Weihua, grabbed his neck, and approached him, speaking in a sinister tone.

"Do you want to touch me? This is your masterpiece... That fire, those talismans, trapped more than a hundred of us here for more than 20 years... We can't go home, we can't go to the graves, and we have been wandering ghosts for more than 20 years..."

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