With a single palm strike, Jett killed the Mirror Ghost and turned on the faucet to wash his hands.
Perhaps because the Mirror Ghost's screams frightened some of the other ghosts, the water from the faucet did not turn into blood like in the movies.
"Not as stupid as I thought," he muttered.
After washing up and drying his hands, he returned to the living room.
Like a typical hotel room, it was an open space where the bed and living area were combined.
"Let's watch some TV," Jett said as he picked up the remote and turned on the television.
However, instead of a TV program, a dark screen appeared with a dried-up well, which was a bit scary in the quiet atmosphere.
"Is this a 'Ring' cosplay?" Jett said, a little surprised, muttering to himself.
"Errr..."
A strange cry sounded, and the TV screen flickered. Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of the camera.
At this moment, a lot of water suddenly flowed out from under the TV, followed by a swollen and pale arm stretching out from beneath it.
"Let me help you," Jett said as he stepped forward, grabbed the wrist of the arm, and revealed a kind smile before it could touch the ground.
"Th...th...ank you!" A hoarse voice came from the dark head.
"You're welcome," Jett said as he suddenly exerted force, pulling the other person out and waving his hand in front of their confused gaze.
"I helped you, so you should help me too," he said as his palm suddenly emitted a golden light, and he slapped it down.
With a piercing scream, the TV ghost turned into a black mist and entered Jett's body.
Afterward, the TV returned to normal.
Ignoring the strange occurrences, Jett sat on the bed and watched TV for a while. He wondered if the ghosts were afraid, as none of them dared to come forward again.
"Looks like I have to find them myself," he said, checking the time and finding it was already 12 o'clock. Jett stood up, adjusted his collar, and opened the door to go out.
These ghosts were so weak that he had no fear of them.
"The first one," Jett said as he came to the door opposite him and kicked it, causing the wooden door to splinter and fly apart.
Since he knew this was a ghost hotel, he didn't need to be polite or worry about compensation.
Stepping inside, Jett saw four ghosts gathered together, seemingly discussing something. He could guess they were discussing how to deal with him.
"No need to discuss anymore; I've come to you," he said as he walked up without hesitation. In the confused gazes of the four ghosts, he slapped them each, absorbing the black mist before leaving.
On the third-floor corridor, Jett had no fear. Whenever he saw a door, he would break it down and enter.
Whenever he encountered a ghost, he would slap it. So far, no ghost had survived a single slap from him.
The power of the Vajra Palm was terrifying.
Whether the ghosts were hiding in the walls, floors, or ceilings, Jett would simply punch them.
As long as they didn't leave the ghost hotel, they couldn't dodge Jett's slaps.
The reality was cruel. They all died in this ghost hotel, and without reaching a certain level of strength, they couldn't leave. Therefore, they had to accept their fate.
On the first floor, the receptionist stared blankly at the trembling ceiling, unaware of the dust falling to the ground.
She wondered what kind of creature she had sent upstairs, causing such a commotion.
At this moment, the ghosts on the second and third floors wanted to curse.
"You never send us any blood meals, and now you send this monster? Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?"
Unfortunately, they had no chance to tell the receptionist about it. With Jett around, they were doomed to be trapped in the hotel tonight.
...
At 5 a.m., as it was summer, a slight glow rose from the east.
Jett was chasing a ghost when he suddenly felt a blur in front of him, and all the ghosts disappeared.
In their place was a dilapidated and seemingly precarious hotel. After his rampage, the abandoned building had turned into a dangerous one.
"I couldn't see them anymore. Is it because I don't have the spiritual vision?" Jett thought to himself as he looked around.
Then why could he see them last night?
He didn't know that, to attract blood meals, the ghosts had deliberately set up a hallucinatory barrier around the hotel, allowing anyone nearby to see the ghosts inside.
Whenever the first ray of sunlight appeared, these barriers would disappear, and anyone inside who could endure until this time would survive.
But this time, it was different. Only the ghosts who endured until this time would survive.
"That's enough," Jett said, no longer caring about it. As the sky gradually brightened, he found his jacket and left the hotel.
He had nearly demolished the second and third floors. If someone saw him now, it would be troublesome.
After Jett left, a lonely figure appeared at the hotel entrance. It was the receptionist.
"Thank you," she said.
In a daze, Jett, who was walking back, heard these two words and instinctively turned around. The hotel was still pitch black, with nothing visible.
...
Half an hour later, Jett returned to his apartment.
He cleaned off the dust, took a shower, and went to the study in his pajamas.
"Next, I need to confirm whether the issue with martial arts is related to the recent supernatural events," he thought as he picked up a new martial arts script but suddenly remembered something important.
After learning the Vajra Palm for the first time, the overwhelming hunger indicated that learning martial arts also came with a cost. The food in the kitchen was almost finished. What if it happened again?
Would he starve to death on the spot?
Thinking of this, Jett picked up the phone and started ordering food.
It was morning, so he could have breakfast.
The first time, he ate over 2 hundred pounds of meat. The second time wouldn't be much different. He simply ordered ten baskets of buns and ten bowls of steamed pork with rice. Each basket had twenty large buns, so ten baskets would be enough.
After waiting for a while, he brought the buns into the room under the skeptical gaze of the delivery guy.
"Let's start the experiment," Jett said as he took a deep breath, feeling a bit stressed. It would be embarrassing if it didn't work.
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