Just as the sun sets in the west, water flows towards the east. Just as the living world had its own set of natural laws, the Underworld had its own set of fundamental rules. The two things called yin and yang were never to mix…
And yet, there would inevitably be matters that were made exceptions to rules. It was like how the duality of wine closely linked fire and water together, despite the pair being diametrically opposed things.
The living world and the Underworld were also connected by such an example.
It was said that in this universe, there was a borderline that coexisted between the two worlds. This boundary couldn’t be seen nor sought after; it was only during a specific timeframe that the yin and yang planes merged into one, allowing humans to see an entirely different world with the naked eye.
In the middle of the two worlds, not only were there humans, there were also spirits and ghosts…
And coincidentally, there was a widespread tale within the Hell Chain Hotel about this yin-yang borderline.
Within the past few years that the Hell Chain Hotel was running, business was booming. Though room fees and catering service fees within the hotel were not cheap, the hotel possessed a unique assortment of styles and themes. Tones of horror and darkness could be said to be the favorite trend among young people in recent years.
Nowadays when life was rough and tough and the pressure was back-breaking, people often wanted to take a break, seeking something that would stimulate their spirits and spark joy.
No hotel had a shortage of its own ghost stories to tell. The Hell Chain Hotel was its own kind of dark and scary hotel, which was one of the best nests for ghost stories to birth.
Some said that the Hell Chain Hotel was actually built atop the yin-yang borderline. Whenever the clock struck midnight, the hotel would abruptly increase after, bustling with more noise and excitement than it did during the day.
There was no other explanation than the fact that all those guests who would suddenly appear were not living humans at all, and were in fact ghosts from the Underworld.
Within the review app, some of the most quintessential comments left by guests were experiences regarding the extremely true to life run-ins they had with ghosts, giving way to discussion by numerous other commenters.
There was one instance where a guest went to the eighteenth floor bar to drink in the middle of the night. He came across a beauty by chance and wanted to hit her up. What he didn’t anticipate was that upon coming close to her, though this beauty was a stunner, he saw that the lower half of her body was thick and solid like a serpent’s rather than a pair of legs.
There was also an instance where a guest was riding the elevator in the middle of the night. He came across a conman claiming to be a master fortune teller who told him that he was soon going to meet a bloody disaster. What century was this to still have fortune tellers trying to cheat people out of their money? The guest obviously didn’t believe him. That swindler even boastfully introduced himself, claiming to be the renowned author of Tui Bei Tu, Yuan Tiangang!
There was an even more exaggerated tale written in the reviews by a guest insisting on having seen half the body of a child shakily walking around, asking people, “Have you seen my head? Have you seen my head?”……
The hotel seemed to go through a ghost story revamp every single day, but nobody had pictures or evidence. Even though the guests detailed such lifelike experiences, nobody had been able to provide photo proof. As such, those who believe the tales believed, and those who didn’t believe the tales didn’t.
Case in point, the fiery-tempered lady standing in front of Wen Nuan; she was one of those who didn’t believe ghosts existed at all.
The lady said, “He had such a mournful look on his face, saying to me that my time was up!”
“Hiss—”
Wen Nuan inhaled sharply through his teeth, subconsciously raising his hand to rub his arms.
When listening to this kind of story, people couldn’t help but feel a little spooked, getting chills up their spine and causing goosebumps to form on their skin.
In the middle of the night, experiencing something like this would cause anyone to be concerned. If it had been a girl with lesser nerves, perhaps she would have screamed at the time or fainted from the shock.
But instead, it had been this lady in front of Wen Nuan with nerves of steel and the kind of temperament that wouldn’t stoop to anybody.
The lady slammed the table, boldly giving her account. “I was enraged! Looking for me in the dead of the night only to bring gloom! How was I supposed to ignore that?”
Wen Nuan thought to himself, What a pile of dead grass, ready to burst into flames at the tip of a hat.
The lady had acted promptly. She had grabbed the large Gucci purse she had hanging by the door and slammed it into the face of that melancholic man.
“Wow—”
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“Yes, yes, yes; you’re absolutely right, guest.” Wen Nuan had a good attitude, only giving out words of affirmation. “Don’t worry. We’ll notify security right away. The hooligan who disrupted the nighttime peace will absolutely be captured.”
Because the lady’s angered voice had been too loud, Fan Liangda had overheard their conversation on the side.
Fan Liangda finished his tasks before quickly coming over. “Please rest assured, guest. I’ll find someone to solve this right away.”
“Alright.” Wen Nuan nodded, speaking in a polite tone to the lady. “It’s getting late. Please allow me to accompany you back to your room to rest.”
“I suppose you’re right…”
People couldn’t get angry at smiling faces, and seeing that Wen Nuan and Fan Liangda were both sincere, the lady couldn’t refute their reasoning. After she had vented for a bit, she was ready to head back upstairs.
“Guest, please come this way. I’ll call the elevator for you.” Wen Nuan pushed the button for the tenth floor like a gentleman. When the elevator opened on their floor, he even held an arm out, allowing the guest to enter.
“Thank you for sending me back,” said the lady. “Actually, your hotel service is pretty good, and I’ve been satisfied thus far. I just didn’t expect there to be a pervert late at night. It was just that the pervert ran away too quickly. If I hadn’t been wearing slippers earlier, I would’ve…”
……
In the hotel lobby, Fan Liangda watched Wen Nuan go into the elevator with the guest. He then reached into a cabinet at the front desk, taking out a book before also taking the elevator and leaving.
“Knock knock—”
Fan Liangda gently knocked twice on a door. “Lord Baili, may I enter?”
From within Room 404 sounded an indifferent voice. “Enter.”
Fan Liangda responded by opening the door. Before he even saw Baili Wuchang, he heard a few peculiar noises…
“You may have my body, but that doesn’t mean you have my heart!”
“I can’t lie to you any longer. All this time we’ve been together, I’ve never loved you; I only wanted to take advantage of you…”
“Let me go. You aren’t losing me, but yourself! Don’t torment yourself anymore!”
Fan Liangda: “…”
Inside Room 404, the hundred-inch-wide TV screen was broadcasting an unknown TV series, each line of dialogue too baffling to bear.
Fan Liangda glanced down at the book he was holding…
The Demon King’s Runaway Pampered Wife Extras…
Who would’ve thought that Hell’s famously cold-hearted Lord Baili was into dog-blooded tropes.
“What is it?”
Baili Wuchang sat straight and still, his gaze never having left the TV screen as he spoke indifferently.
Fan Liangda first put the book in his hand on the coffee table in front of Baili Wuchang. He replied, “Lord Baili, I sent someone to buy the extra volume you wanted. And…”
Fan Liangda’s tone of voice changed. “Regarding what Lord Baili had inquired previously about that runaway evil spirit, I seem to have some leads.”
Baili Wuchang wrinkled his brow. “What leads?”
“Lord Baili, please take a look.” With a turn of his wrist, Fan Liangda procured a tablet in his hands. “This is our hotel’s security footage. Just earlier, a lady came to the front desk to complain. She said in the middle of the night, a pervert knocked on her door, and this person told her ‘your time is up’.”
Finally, Baili Wuchang tore his gaze away from the TV to land on the tablet screen.
Fan Liangda played a video.
The tenth floor monitor, 12:47AM.
Room 1008 suddenly opened. The footage showed a woman wearing pajamas and slippers opening the door, flustered and exasperated.
And in the video, outside the door, there was nobody. At first, it seemed like the lady had gotten worked up over nothing.
Fan Liangda lightly tapped the tablet screen, and the video on the screen replayed again.
This time, the video contained something different.
There appeared to be a man wearing a gray suit. He dejectedly walked down the hallway aimlessly until he reached the door of Room 1008.
With his head still hung low, he raised his hand, knocking once, twice, thrice on the door.
There was no sound in the footage, so the room was dead silent.
The man in the gray suit knocked on the door in a continuous, concentrated effort. He had probably knocked for five straight minutes before the door of Room 1008 finally opened.
A discomfited lady opened the door. The man in the gray suit said something to the lady, causing the lady to become even more enraged. She grabbed a large purse and started to mercilessly bash the man over the head with it.
The man in the gray suit promptly fled, quickly disappearing from the video.
The footage ended here. Fan Liangda said, “The man in the gray suit was unable to be captured by a regular camera, so he must not be a living human. I was wondering, is it possible for him to be the runaway evil spirit Lord Baili is trying to arrest?”
“Where is he now?” Bail Wuchang asked neither slowly nor quickly.
Fan Liangda shook his head, a little embarrassed. “The man in the gray suit disappeared from the camera, and hasn’t shown himself since. For the time being, we don’t know…wait a moment…”
Fan Liangda’s face suddenly lit up, showing him the tablet again. “Over here!”
The replay footage of the security monitor had already ended, and it was now showing the live view in front of Room 1008.
There was a shadowy figure in the corner. Could it be the gray-suited man they were looking for?
But it wasn’t just the gray-suited man…
“Wen Nuan?” Fan Liangda was once again surprised. Wen Nuan entered the security monitor display.
Wen Nuan had already sent the white-collar worker lady back to her room. When he turned back from Room 1008, he was planning on going back to the lobby front desk. He was alone. Pressing the button to call an elevator down, he was completely unaware of the gray-suited figure behind him, coming closer to him step by step…
“Bang!”
Baili Wuchang hadn’t been rushed or delayed just earlier, but he suddenly stood. Because he had moved so suddenly, he knocked the coffee table over, sending everything that had been on it rolling on the ground.
“Lord Baili…”
Fan Liangda had been startled. In the next second, there wasn’t a trace of Baili Wuchang in Room 404.
“Ding—”
“Elevator going down…”
The elevator doors opened, and a robotic female voice sounded out.
Wen Nuan stepped inside. When he lifted his head, he saw a man wearing a gray suit and holding a briefcase walking over.
“Guest, are you going down?”
Wen Nuan held the elevator doors open in a friendly manner as he waited for the man in the gray suit to confirm or deny.
But the man in the gray suit was not as friendly. With his drooping head, he didn’t look straight at Wen Nuan, nor did he say a word, sluggishly entering the elevator.
“Thump, thump……thump……”
“Elevator going down…”
The elevator doors closed again, and the robotic female voice played once more.
“Pow—”
Suddenly, an icy hand landed on Wen Nuan’s left shoulder without much force or weight.
Wen Nuan subconsciously raised his head.
He saw the man in the gray suit with his droopy head. His entire being was listless, like he was fatigued and lethargic, hair falling depressedly into his eyes.
Then came a hollow, dull, and sluggish voice from the man in the gray suit’s throat, reverberating in the narrow elevator cavity.
He said…
“Your time is up…”
The author has something to say: [Mini Theater]
[Hell Express, the latest news!]
[The author of Hell Chain Hotel and The Ghost King’s Pampered Wife has released a new work: Uniform Lover: Hotel X Experience. An aloof lord ghost envoy VS hotel newbie. A new way to play in uniform! (Hot presale~)
Baili·Mountaintop Flower·Wuchang: I have a friend who wants to order a copy.
Wen·……·Nuan: May I ask, is your friend’s surname Baili…
TL Notes: So sorry, I forgot the mini theaters for the past chapters when I uploaded them. They’re there now if you missed any!
Mr. Baili, you sure have interesting tastes 🤨
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I would have it that ghost too. So rude, not even a hello ! Thanks for the chapter 💐
The office worker is so courageous lmao