“Lord Baili?”
In the blink of an eye, Baili Wuchang had disappeared from Room 404.
“Crackle, crackle—”
The lights on the tenth floor started flickering nonstop. Between the bright and dark periods, there suddenly appeared an additional figure in the hallway with a tall and straight figure and long, inky hair. Who else could it be but Baili Wuchang?
Baili Wuchang’s gaze was on the security camera. After seeing Wen Nuan and that evil spirit enter the elevator, he was like a blade set aflame, fury igniting the rest of his reasoning.
By the time Baili Wuchang finally reacted, he found himself standing in front of the tenth floor elevator door.
But unfortunately, the elevator doors had just closed with a bang like a pair of beastly fangs. As if it was demonstrating a show of power before Baili Wuchang, the elevator doors were closed shut without even the tiniest of gaps.
Baili Wuchang had always known that his temper had always been quite bad, but today, it was especially so. There was a ball of anger accumulating in his heart that urgently needed an outlet.
“Boom—!!!”
There was an ear-splitting sound loud enough to shake the heavens and the earth and maybe even rouse the dead.
“What happened?”
Wen Nuan had been startled. “An earthquake?”
The elevator suddenly began to tremble, making Wen Nuan dizzy. Incredibly, the elevator door began to warp. Someone from outside had kicked a huge dent into it.
“Crackle…crack—”
Not only was the elevator door warped, but the elevator screen also flickered, going completely dark in the next second.
And there was something even more unfathomable to come…
Wen Nuan hadn’t yet made sense of what was going on when the dent in the elevator door let out a miserable screech. It was forcibly pulled apart from the center until a gap appeared.
A pair of large, powerful, pale hands appeared in the gap. Then, that pair of blue-veined hands parted in opposite directions. The heavy-burdened elevator reached the end of its life’s calling as it was thoroughly scrapped by this barbarian.
“Hoh—”
Wen Nuan sucked in a breath, not believing his eyes. He blinked, staring at the person outside the elevator doors…
It was the guest from Room 404…
Baili Wuchang’s long hair was slightly disheveled. The air around him was heavy, and his cold and unfriendly nature was overflowing. From head to toe, he was brimming with a murderous aura that would pressure anyone near him into being unable to breath.
“Guest…”
Wen Nuan was flabbergasted. It took him a while to find his voice again.
Just as he spoke, Baili Wuchang moved again. His dark and fierce gaze swept through the elevator. The bluish veins on his hands stood out as he suddenly grabbed the man in the gray suit that had just been standing behind Wen Nuan.
“Ah—”
The man in the gray suit let out a noise of surprise. He was at least a meter seventy tall, but Baili Wuchang was probably about twenty centimeters taller than him. He was dragged by the shirt collar, and though the man in the gray suit kicked with all his might, he put up about as good of a fight as a chicken.
Baili Wuchang didn’t say a thing. He simply dragged the man in the gray suit out, tossing him into a corner of the hallway with a flick of his wrist.
The man in the gray suit fell on the ground, unable to get up. He put his hands together and shook them pleadingly as he said in a trembling voice, “Don’t…don’t—don’t hit me…”
“Hah—”
Baili Wuchang let out a gloomy laugh from his throat. His cold glare was as sharp as a blade, and his eyes even faintly emitted a blood-red light. He stared at the man in the gray suit like a murderous demon from hell.
“You shouldn’t have set your sights on him.”
“He’s my…”
“If you touch him, I’ll kill you…”
The man in the gray suit was shaking like a leaf, his teeth unable to stop stuttering, unable to speak a word, so he kept waving his hands in a panic.
“Crackle—”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“Guest! Violence is prohibited inside the hotel!”
Oh my god. This guest’s waist is so slim.
“Guest! Calm down first! Might there be a misunderstanding?”
But it’s so firm. It’s all muscle.
“Whatever misunderstanding there might be, please take a seat and talk it out; please don’t be rash!”
How can the guest’s butt be so outstanding?!
Wen Nuan swore he wasn’t purposely taking advantage of the guest. He was merely trying to intervene and calm things down. Coming into contact with his body was unavoidable. But his brain wasn’t cooperating, unhelpfully supplying him with intrusive thoughts.
Interrupted, Baili Wuchang’s ferocious countenance cracked. A little bewildered, he lowered his head to look at Wen Nuan. “He dared to harm you. You’re trying to stop me?”
“Guest?”
Wen Nuan shook his head, throwing off any wild fantasies left in his brain. Astonished, he said, “Guest, what are you saying? Was there really a misunderstanding? This guest in the gray suit never harmed me at all.”
The man in the gray suit who was thrown in a corner unable to get up nodded his head like he was pounding garlic. But he was still too scared to speak.
Baili Wuchang’s angry face froze, time seemed to pause, and Wen Nuan still firmly held onto Baili Wuchang’s torso…
The middle of the seventh month hadn’t come yet, but the ghost gate had an abnormality, causing some evil ghosts to escape to the human world without permission. This would disrupt the balance between yin and yang, risking many disasters.
Baili Wuchang received an assignment from hell to arrest these “fugitives”. According to reliable information, these escaped evil ghosts were taking refuge in the Hell Chain Hotel, waiting for the right opportunity to wreak havoc on the living world.
As it happened, in the middle of the night in the hotel, there was a guest who complained about being disturbed by a “strange person”.
But that man in the gray suit wasn’t at all a person; rather, an authentic ghost, and quite possibly an evil one.
Although not all legends were true, there was always a small set of people who believed.
The Hell Chain Hotel was indeed a hotel built on the borderline between yin and yang. Every night once the clock struck twelve, the yin and yang worlds would merge. Every living human in the hotel would gain “all-seeing eyes”, allowing them to see ghosts and gods.
It was because of this that the lady who came to complain was able to see the ghost in the gray suit.
When the man in the gray suit appeared, he had scared a guest who had just checked in, and not only that, he had followed Wen Nuan into the elevator with seemingly hostile intentions. Baili Wuchang was furious when he saw this through the security monitor.
But what Baili Wuchang had failed to consider was that Wen Nuan would actually speak up for the man in the gray suit instead of being grateful to himself.
Wen Nuan saw annoyance all across the face of the VVIP guest from Room 404, and he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
He went over to the corner where the man in the gray suit was and helped him up. Then, he turned to Baili Wuchang and said, “Guest, thank you for your concern, but it seems like you really did misunderstand. This guest never tried to harm me.”
Baili Wuchang narrowed his eyes, obviously a hundred percent doubtful.
Wen Nuan quickly got to the point and said, “This guest is a bank teller.”
Your time is up.
Your time to make a deposit is up…
“Wh…what?”
Baili Wuchang’s unchanging face had taken on a rare shred of surprise.
Wen Nuan laughed. “It’s a misunderstanding.”
The man in the gray suit nodded next to him.
Your time is up…
Who would’ve believed that these creepy words were anything but a means to scare people?
When Wen Nuan was listening to the lady make a complaint earlier, he actually felt like something was off. When Wen Nuan sent her back to her room, he asked her for more details.
According to the lady’s account, the pervert who had knocked on her door in the middle of the night was wearing a gray suit with a necktie and holding a briefcase, his bearing listless and his bangs covering his face. More importantly, when the lady had bashed him over the head with her purse, he hadn’t retaliated; he got spooked and ran away.
Wen Nuan felt like this situation was rather profound. He didn’t expect that after he sent the woman back, in the elevator, he coincidentally ran into the gray-suited man in question.
The man in the gray suit had weakly put a hand on Wen Nuan’s shoulder, saying just one sentence…
“Your time is up…”
Wen Nuan’s first reaction wasn’t fear. This was the “pervert” the lady had scared off, after all; for a grown man like Wen Nuan, he posed even less of a threat to him.
Reason told Wen Nuan that he shouldn’t let his imagination run wild lest he end up scaring himself. It was more important to first confirm the facts.
The description the lady had given him was simple: gray suit, necktie, held a briefcase, had an air of gloom around him.
In addition to this, Wen Nuan noticed some other things.
For example, in the breast pocket of the man’s gray suit, there was a blue lanyard from a work ID hanging out. In addition, his fingertips were covered in papercuts, probably caused when he was counting bills.
Wen Nuan explained to Baili Wuchang, “I discussed things with this guest just earlier. He’s actually a bank teller. When he went to knock on Room 1008, it wasn’t because he meant to scare her, but because he had mistaken the person. He thought his client was still staying in Room 1008.”
The man in the gray suit hung his head low, shyly nodding his head in agreement. “I…I’m sorry, I…I got the person wrong. I…I’m not a pervert.”
After the man in the gray suit spoke, he suddenly remembered something and quickly searched through his pockets. He pulled out a small black leather booklet and said, “I…I have my passport! It’s here, it’s here! Please don’t arrest me.”
Passport?
Wen Nuan had heard this on more than one occasion now. What exactly was the passport for?
The man in the gray suit walked over to present the passport, but not to Wen Nuan.
Baili Wuchang unhappily took a glance at the little booklet, but his facial expression didn’t change; rather, he only sulked more.
A misunderstanding…
Fine. This was just a misunderstanding.
Baili Wuchang’s gaze swept from the little booklet to the scrapped elevator.
This truly was a world-class misunderstanding…
This was probably the biggest joke of a misunderstanding Baili Wuchang had ever experienced since joining Hell’s ghost department. If word got out, at least fifteen people would be laughing for at least half a month.
……
Inside Room 404, Baili Wuchang expressionlessly sat on the sofa.
In front of him stood two figures, one dressed in black and one in white. They not only looked like mirror images of each other, but their actions were also identical down to the finest detail. They uniformly saluted Baili Wuchang with respect.
Heibai Wuchang glanced at each other, unsure of who should speak first.
Bai Wuchang said, “Boss, we have already examined it. The passport has no mistakes. He is indeed a ghost who came to the living world through proper customs.”
“He” naturally being the man in the gray suit.
Bai Wuchang finished speaking, and the space between Baili Wuchang’s eyebrows shortened.
Hei Wuchang laughed loudly. “Who could’ve imagined this kind of joke? That ghost’s memory is really too lousy. What a forgetful ghost. He worked at a bank when he was part of the living, but he’s been dead for so many years, and yet he still thought he was alive. We looked it up and Room 1008 used to house one of his clients. He remembered and went to Room 1008 to remind them that the fixed term to deposit money was almost up. This could be what the legends call ‘occupational disease’…”
Nobody expected there to be a mishap like this. The man in the gray suit had been beaten by the lady in Room 1008, and he had the same “good intentions” towards the young man who sent the lady back, who happened to be Wen Nuan. Because of this, the man had gotten into the elevator…
“If you asked me…”
Hei Wuchang continued gabbling forty to the dozen, not at all taking notice of the fact that with every word out of his mouth, Baili Wuchang’s face grew darker and darker.
Not waiting for Hei Wuchang to finish talking, Bai Wuchang discreetly lifted his leg, ruthlessly stomping on the other’s polished loafer.
“Hurk—”
Hei Wuchang suffered a bit, but he finally noticed something was off and shut his mouth.
The room sunk into a palpable silence.
Hei Wuchang cast a rueful glare at Bai Wuchang. He thought internally, If no one speaks up, there’ll be nobody to dispel the awkwardness in the room! The atmosphere’s so terrifying that even ghosts would be frightened to tears by the boss.
“Knock knock—”
A voice came in from outside. “Sorry to interrupt. This is the lobby front desk.”
It was Wen Nuan’s voice.
Heibai Wuchang glanced at each other. They didn’t know who would come knocking this late looking for death, nor did they know if they should or shouldn’t open the door.
While the two were hesitating, Baili Wuchang lankily rose and walked over to open the door himself.
Unsurprisingly, standing outside was indeed Wen Nuan in his uniform, the dimple on his left cheek infectious with enthusiasm.
“I’m sorry to bother you, guest.”
The guest is so tall. He’s at least nine heads tall.
Wen Nuan didn’t dare to observe the guest from Room 404 too closely. He was immediately reminded of how it felt to have contact with his body. Half his brain was fantasizing while the other half worked to swiftly bring out a card swipe machine. “That…since you accidentally broke the elevator earlier…we’ll need you to compensate for it.”
Wen Nuan sorted out his words. “I’m not sure if you’d want to swipe a card or sign a bill.”
Hey, these legs are so long. Everything beneath his eyebrows is practically just legs.
“Here’s the bill for the elevator compensation. Please take a look.”
It’s not just his legs that are great. His shoulders, his chest, his butt, his waist…
“If you have any objections, you can…”
Without waiting for Wen Nuan to finish, Baili Wuchang interrupted him. “I’ll sign.”
Wen Nuan promptly nodded, well-mannered. In a loud and clear voice, he said, “Nice waist!”
No, wait, I meant…nice choice.
The author has something to say: [Mini Theater]
[Hell Express, Special Emotional Article – A Quiz on Love Psychology]
[Test: What type is your significant other?]
[When wandering alone in the deserted wilderness, the first thing you see is__?]
A. A ferocious beast!
B. A gurgling stream.
C. A lonely cabin.
D. The incomparably handsome Lord Baili~
Wen·Thinking Carefully·Nuan: Hm…let’s read the answers first.
[The answers are as follows:]
A. Congratulations, your significant other is the wild and sexy Lord Baili!
B. Congratulations, your significant other is the gentle and considerate Lord Baili!
C. Congratulations, your significant other is the melancholic prince Lord Baili!
D. I still want to congratulate you, your significant other is Lord Baili!
[Friendly reminder: the author of this psychological test – Baili Wuchang]
Wen Nuan: …???
Thanks for the chapter 😇😁🥰😍🤗
Thank you for the chapter 🤍
Wen Nuan is having a feast for the eyes and eating tofu! 🤣🤣
LMAO that slip of tongue tho 😂😂 control yourself boi hahaha
The mini theater 😂😂