In the afternoon, after hanging up the phone with his instructor, Jett threw on a black hoodie and headed out.
"I wonder if the Vajra Palm could kill ghosts."
However, logically speaking, Buddhist martial arts should have a restraining effect on ghosts.
According to the explanations in martial arts novels, to truly master Buddhist martial arts, one must be proficient in the essentials of Buddhism. In his previous life, he had also studied many Buddhist scriptures, and now that he had mastered the Vajra Palm, he could probably be considered a senior Buddhist monk.
Walking down the street, as night fell, the number of people on the road dwindled.
This was mainly because the paranormal events that had been stirring up the internet in recent days had made people wary of walking alone at night, and the once bustling metropolis had quieted down.
Only the occasional gust of wind could be heard, but it sent a shiver down his spine.
"This should be the place. An unnamed shadow appeared in the old abandoned hotel."
After walking for a while, Jett looked up and saw a hotel across the street.
The hotel's sign flashed with "Ecstasy Hotel".
"That's an interesting name."
Jett glanced around the empty street and walked towards it.
As he approached within 30 feet of the hotel, the lights flickered, making Jett instinctively stop.
For some reason, his hairs suddenly stood on end. Usually, he might have thought it was just his skin being stimulated, but now that his Vajra Palm was at its peak, as a martial art that emphasized both internal and external strength, he had abundant energy within him. Logically, he should be impervious to external stimuli.
In martial arts novels, hairs standing on end often indicated encountering danger.
When Jett looked up again, he saw that part of the hotel's sign had broken.
The character for "Ecstasy" had completely gone out.
Jett resolutely pushed the door open and went inside.
Life and death are trivial; just fight. To resolve the doubts in his heart, he needed to take action.
Entering the hotel, he glanced around and saw that it was no different from an ordinary hotel.
Of course, it would be better if the receptionist was prettier.
Not that she had to be extremely pretty, but at least she shouldn't have her eyeballs hanging out of her face, as it could affect the guests' mood.
"Miss, your face is disfigured."
Jett turned and said to the receptionist, who was obviously not human.
"Sir, would you like to check in?"
The receptionist ignored her own abnormality and smiled, speaking to herself.
This was probably an obsession.
Looking at the receptionist's behavior, Jett thought of stories introduced in many classics. Many ghosts were not evil; they just acted according to their pre-mortem habits and were mostly bound by evil ghosts.
"Please give me a room."
Jett didn't want to bother with this harmless ghost. Although he knew he wasn't a good person, he wasn't a bad person who would kill innocents.
He believed that ghosts also had good and bad ones. This was thanks to a movie, where the protagonist who dated ghosts, had made many netizens envy him.
"Sir, there's only one room left on the third floor. Would you like to proceed with the check-in?"
The receptionist still wore a professional smile, except that her eyeballs were somewhat distracting.
"The third floor?"
When he entered, Jett had noticed that this small streetside hotel had only three floors.
This old hotel, located in the center of the district, with only one room left, did it also mean that all the other rooms were fully occupied... by people... or ghosts?
"Let's do it."
Jett nodded.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the receptionist's body trembled when she heard this, but she quickly recovered and handed Jett a room key.
"Don't wander around at night; it might not be safe."
Jett casually said before walking into the elevator and smiling at the receptionist.
From the receptionist's reactions along the way, it was not surprising that she was the reason why there hadn't been any major incidents in this hotel.
From entering the hotel to the subsequent words, there were many hidden hints. Instead of directly processing the check-in, she mentioned that only one room was left, along with her creepy smile and dull behavior. Coupled with the fact that only one room was left in this old hotel, any normal person would realize that this was very unusual.
The most important thing was...
The receptionist didn't charge him.
...
Soon, the elevator arrived at the third floor.
Stepping out of the elevator, Jett felt a moment of dizziness. An eerie cold wind suddenly blew through the hallway, where there should be no wind.
"Are these ghosts fools? This obviously tells visitors that something is wrong here."
Jett thought to himself.
Holding the room key, Jett walked to the end of the hallway and found his room. He shook his head helplessly and walked in.
At that moment, many fleeting figures suddenly appeared in the hallway.
"Fresh blood and flesh, I haven't tasted it for so long."
"This kid has abundant vital energy; he's very nourishing. One person could probably match many others."
"It's all that little receptionist girl's fault. She's not serious about her work. If she were more serious, we wouldn't be lacking in blood food."
"It's fine. The man who just came is quite handsome. Be gentle with him, and let him work as the receptionist later. He'll probably attract many pretty girls then."
The muffled voices frequently sounded in the hallway, confirming that this was indeed a ghost hotel.
...
"Ugh."
As soon as Jett entered the room, a cold wind blew, stirring up the dust on the floor.
Jett walked into the bathroom, looking at the dust on his hand.
He couldn't help but take a few more glances at the mirror in front of the sink, and unexpectedly, the reflection of him in the mirror revealed a creepy smile.
With a bang!
The mirror shattered, fragments flying everywhere. A palm-sized crater appeared in the middle of the originally intact mirror, revealing the steel bars in the wall.
Jett didn't know if it was an illusion, but with one slap, he seemed to hear some miserable screams.
Suddenly, strands of black mist emerged from the mirror fragments, and to his surprise, all these black mists entered his body.
Was this the thing that made martial arts evolve?
This was the first thought that came to Jett's mind. Apart from this explanation, there seemed to be no other way to explain it. It couldn't be that he was also a ghost and could eat ghosts.
Monster hunting and leveling up?
Jett smiled. If that was really the case, then he wouldn't hold back.
Moreover, since he could kill ghosts, he didn't have to worry about anything else.
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