Seeing the chainsaw stop spinning, the receptionist pressed her wildly beating heart and let out a long sigh of relief.
“You’ve already uncovered the secret of this hotel. There’s another space that exists here, but she… hides in the cracks between the two spaces, which is why you can’t find her.”
The receptionist trembled as she spoke: “Only at midnight, the cracks between the two spaces briefly merge. At that time, she will crawl out to hunt for food. She particularly loves eating men’s internal organs and enjoys peeling off their skin to make clothing. As for women, she despises them. She only kills women last and then throws their corpses to us to eat.”
“Is she the woman on the hotel room key card?” Qing Li asked, though her tone already carried certainty.
The receptionist nodded. “She doesn’t have her own body, but she likes to have intercourse with men. So, through the room key card, she silently attaches her yin energy to female guests, using their bodies to seduce men and experience pleasure.”
So Ma Yue died because he didn’t last long enough. This was indeed the real reason.
[Damn, this female ghost is a real pervert—she even brought out a doppelgänger narrative.]
[Loves men, hates women. Turns out even female ghosts have ‘misogyny.’]
[Forget it. She loves peeling skin, gutting hearts, and pulling out tendons. This kind of ‘blessing’ we men can’t afford.]
No wonder the ghost couldn’t be found—it was hiding in the cracks between two spaces.
Having obtained the information she needed, Qing Li let go of the receptionist and even kindly picked up her eyeball from the floor, helping to reinstall it into its socket.
“Don’t be scared. I’m a very gentle person. From now on, you’re my ghost, and I’ll take good care of you.” She patted the receptionist’s shoulder and wiped the dirty blood from her fingers onto the receptionist’s clothes.
The receptionist’s one eyeball rolled upward, while the other rolled downward, tears of gratitude streaming down her face.
Gentle? So damn gentle!
Since the ghost would come out to hunt at midnight, Qing Li began waiting for the hour to arrive.
By then, who would be the hunter, and who would be the prey?
She looked at the chainsaw in her hand, and a deep, chilling smile curved at her lips.
The night deepened.
In the darkness, Chen Dalei opened his eyes and sniffed the air. An indescribable fragrance wafted into his nostrils, making him swallow uncontrollably.
“What smells so good?”
Unable to control himself, he climbed out of bed and began searching for the source of the scent.
“Chen Dalei, where are you going?” Wang Tingting noticed the door opening and suddenly woke up.
The dim hallway light streamed into the room, casting Chen Dalei’s elongated shadow on the wall.
“I’m hungry. I’m going to find something to eat.”
Chen Dalei grunted, closed the door, and the room returned to darkness, leaving Wang Tingting alone inside.
Fear began to swell endlessly. It was as if countless invisible ghostly figures were clawing at her in the darkness.
Wang Tingting clutched a piece of talisman paper with both hands, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt as she trembled.
“Don’t come near me… please, I’m begging you, don’t come near me…”
Chen Dalei stepped into the hallway, where the alluring aroma became even more intense. His stomach growled furiously, and the overwhelming hunger brought a crazed glint to his eyes.
“I’m so hungry… so hungry…”
His stomach churned loudly, and his once muscular physique visibly shrank, becoming thinner by the second.
If Qing Li had been present, she would have immediately noticed that his essence and vitality were being steadily drained.
At the end of the hallway, an eerie, narrow room appeared out of nowhere. The door was slightly ajar, leaving a crack through which dark red light seeped, making the atmosphere incredibly sinister and unsettling.
“Found it.”
That was the source of the fragrance.
Chen Dalei’s eyes lit up. At this moment, he resembled a rabid beast, his rationality completely eroded by intense hunger.
Unable to wait any longer, he rushed over and pushed the door wide open…
“My dear, you’ve finally arrived.”
A woman sat in front of a dressing table, her back turned to Chen Dalei, hiding her face. Her jet-black, silky hair flowed over her shoulders like the finest satin, revealing half of her fair, slender neck.
Gulp—
Chen Dalei swallowed hard, his gaze shifting from the woman to the table.
In the center of the table was a bowl of soup, the enticing aroma wafting directly from it.
“This soup smells amazing. Can I drink it?” Chen Dalei asked, his eyes filled with obsession.
The woman’s voice was soft and seductive, enchanting to the ear. “Of course, you can. I made it especially for you, my dear.”
At that moment, she turned around, revealing an incomparably beautiful face. Chen Dalei was instantly stunned.
What a breathtaking woman.
“My dear, how about I feed you myself?”
She smiled back at him, her expression brimming with charm and allure.
Chen Dalei nodded blankly. “Okay.”
The woman smiled warmly again. Her delicate, slender fingers, pale as scallion stalks, picked up a spoonful of soup and brought it to his lips.
Chen Dalei had never experienced such treatment before. He opened his mouth and accepted the spoon, the delicious aroma spreading throughout his mouth and lingering there, leaving him utterly satisfied.
“This soup is so delicious. I’ve never tasted anything like it before. What’s it made of?” Chen Dalei asked curiously.
The woman smiled. “It’s called Five-Organs Soup. It’s made by stewing the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys of the same ingredient.”
“I always thought organ meat was disgusting, but I never imagined it could make such a delicious soup.”
Unable to hold back, Chen Dalei grabbed the bowl with one hand and devoured its contents, including all the ingredients, drinking it down to the last drop.
“My dear, how could you finish it all without leaving any for me?” The woman pouted her red lips in dissatisfaction, her sulky expression making Chen Dalei’s heart itch with desire.
Chen Dalei laughed heartily. “It’s just a bowl of Five-Organs Soup. I drank your soup—how about I give you my own organs to make another one?”
“My dear, you must keep your word,” the woman said, smiling shyly.
Chen Dalei patted his chest confidently. “A real man keeps his word.”
“Well then… I won’t hold back!”
The woman’s mouth split open to her ears, and a long, crimson tongue extended as she licked the corner of her lips.
This sight jolted Chen Dalei awake. This was no stunning beauty.
“You’re a ghost—”
His words were abruptly cut off as a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his lips.
His head drooped weakly as he watched the ghost woman plunge her hand into his abdomen. He could even feel her hand moving around inside him, touching his organs.
“This is the liver,” she said, pulling Chen Dalei’s liver out and placing it on the table.
“This is the kidney.”
“This is the spleen.”
“This is the lung.”
Without his lungs, Chen Dalei’s breathing had become faint and almost imperceptible, but he was still alive, enduring unimaginable agony.
“This is the heart.”
Finally, the woman pulled out Chen Dalei’s heart, feeling its rhythmic beating in her hand. With a cheerful smile, she said, “Five-Organs Soup is always freshest when taken straight from the source.”
Chen Dalei’s eyes widened in horror. Even after losing his heart, he remained unable to close his eyes in death.