The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

The proprietress's eyes were filled with hatred. She spoke freely, relieved, and laughed sarcastically. But she didn't know whether she was mocking herself for putting her trust in the wrong person, or mocking her husband and elders for their mediocrity, who relied on her to support the hotel but despised her in every way.

She suddenly lowered her head, covered her face and cried bitterly, speaking intermittently about the painful memories that irritated her nerves:

"He doubted me... suspected me... He clearly wanted to open this hotel, but I was the one who had to work hard to run it... Where were they when I was being bullied... That was my child, my only child... my hope, my sustenance..."

She was too busy, managing the hotel by herself, and could not afford to slack off for even a moment. She just asked her husband to look after the child for a while, but something went wrong in just ten minutes.

A bus ran over her child, and all that was left was a bloody little head.

She knew that her husband and father-in-law did it on purpose; they suspected that the child was proof of her marital infidelity.

She knew clearly what they were thinking, but she was fantasizing that one day they would have a change of heart and that this family could still survive.

"So, you want to use the power of ghosts to bring back your child. What kind of deal did you make with the ghosts? The ghosts in this room..." In fact, what Qin Jue wanted to ask was whether the ghost played by the ticket collector was also a tenant who had a transaction with the proprietress.

If so, why didn't the other party show up for a whole day?

Could it be that something went wrong? For example, the system caught it and checked it out like a virus...

But he felt that it was not quite the case, because it was obvious that the aura left on him by the other party was still taking effect.

The proprietress reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks. Perhaps it was because she had been suppressing herself for too long, keeping the secret for too long, or perhaps it was because the formation to resurrect her son was about to be completed and she just needed to summon his soul. She was no longer afraid of anything.

Following Qin Jue's questioning, she told him the whole story.

"There are too many wandering ghosts in this world. At first, I just wanted to find my son's soul through witchcraft, but..."

She wrapped the child's skull in a clay pot and used a secret method to attract wandering ghosts. She found the soul of a child who had also been run over by a car, but it was not her child.

Because of the power of the unknown spell, something went wrong halfway through, and not only was the soul unable to be sent away, but it also attracted too many wandering ghosts and dead spirits to visit.

Later, the guests staying there died one after another under mysterious circumstances, and even she was often disturbed by ghosts, so the inn was unable to open for a time.

In order to keep the inn she had worked so hard to run going, she made a deal with the water ghost through a spirit-seeking ceremony and obtained a secret method to resurrect the dead.

"The water ghost you are talking about is the tenant living in 105?" Qin Jue grasped the key, paused his hand movements, looked up and asked.

"Ah, yes..." The topic was changed. The proprietress looked at Qin Jue with a complicated look and explained:

"In the past, the tenant of Room 104 was always the first to die. The water ghost is very quiet, but he needs a lot of soul supply. He is the one who should not be provoked among all the ghost tenants..."

"But, you actually survived until now..." The proprietress couldn't understand it, but fortunately, all the parts of the body have been gathered, and the young man is not missing. Even if the other party is still alive, he will not survive tonight.

As the night deepens, all of them will die.

They will serve as blood sacrifices for the formation and have their blood and souls sucked away.

After hearing his uniqueness confirmed again from the proprietress indirectly, Qin Jue's mood obviously improved a lot. He touched the tip of his nose imperceptibly and lowered the curve of the corners of his lips.

A reminder popped up in the team formation window, and Xu Huang sent a message of success, so Qin Jue’s attempt to delay time could end.

"I don't want to interfere in your feud, but I think you should go back to the kitchen. If you're any later, your ceremony and altar might be destroyed."

Hearing this, the proprietress's expression suddenly changed. She realized a possibility and without paying any attention to Qin Jue, she quickly ran downstairs.

"What should I do next? Should I survive tonight?" Xu Huang looked out at the sky outside which was getting darker again. Time passed in the copy, one day faster than the other. It was clear that he hadn't done anything yet, but night was about to fall again.

"Yes, get through it." The proprietress couldn't give up the ritual to revive the child. The formation had already been formed, and it was difficult to break it, and it was easy to be hurt by the formation.

The time limit given by the system is three days. The sewn human body has been pieced together and the soul-calling and resurrection ceremony should be held tonight.

And those of them who are still alive will most likely be sacrificed as sacrifices or nourishment by the boss lady in some way.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have just responded to his inquiries so easily.

After all, only the dead can keep secrets forever.

All they have to do is hold on until dawn.

The night was dark, black rain was pouring down, and dense rain threads blocked the view. Looking out from the window, it was pitch black, the thick ink color did not allow a trace of light to penetrate.

"Boom!"

A loud noise startled the three people who were guarding their rooms.

They all looked out the window. The candlelight formed in a circle in the rain could not be extinguished. The formation under the feet of the proprietress emitted red light as it was surrounded by blood.

The walls on both sides collapsed, burying the body parts and bowls and chopsticks under the bricks and stones.

The loud noise just now was the vibration sound of the house collapsing. In the center of the formation, the patchwork humanoid figure that Qin Jue had seen before was sitting steadily on the chair.

The red lines surrounding the formation became even more red after being stained with blood, as if they were given vitality. Following the breath of living people within the hotel, they split into three strands, broke through the glass without hesitation, entangled the three people who were watching, tied them up and hung them together above the formation.

The dancer and Xu Huang screamed for help, but were hung upside down by the red rope. They became dizzy and speechless, and were then thrown by the red rope into a corner of the glowing formation.

"You will all become the nourishment for my son's new life." The proprietress threw away the bloody collar of her drunken husband and walked towards the men with a bleeding kitchen knife in her hand.

Once the formation is activated, even she herself cannot stop it. The ritual requires blood and the nourishment of souls.

Those to whom she had apologized, and those who knew her secret, could not escape.

Seeing that the proprietress was about to cut open Xu Huang's wrist with a knife to let the blood flow, Qin Jue spoke up to stop her, attracting her attention: "Wait a minute!"

"It's useless. The moment you stepped into this hotel, your fate has been sealed. Stop your hopeless struggle." The proprietress' face was stained with blood, and she seemed to have gone mad with killing, and all she wanted was to get her son back.

"Cut mine first. It's better to die early than to endure torture." Qin Jue stretched out his wrist, as if to show that he would be relieved if he died early.

"...That's good, so he won't bother me." The proprietress thought for a second and felt that the young man in front of her was most likely to cause trouble for her. Killing him first would avoid distraction.