The Eleventh Game: Kunlun Hotel 5

Is there no professional integrity anymore? Not even playing by the rules?

This thing couldn't kill her, at least not right now, but who wouldn't be terrified just looking at it? It had scared her twice in one day—during the daytime, no less.

Wen Nannan worked to steady her breathing and kept moving forward, but the female ghost wasn't about to let her off so easily.

It emerged from behind the cabinet, its body twisted into an unnatural shape, covered in dark, bluish marks that looked like the stains of decay.

It stood right in the path Wen Nannan had to take to get out, speaking in some sort of ghostly language that she couldn't understand. The words were shrill and grating, assaulting her ears.

Wen Nannan wasn't sure if this thing was real or just an illusion, but to get out, she had to pass by it. Avoiding it would expose the fact that she could see it. Going straight through it would mean a direct encounter.