Chapter 14: Disaster Strikes (1)

As Fu Lang entered the restroom, the hotel bathroom lights flickered before returning to normal…

Fu Lang scratched his head curiously, muttering to himself, “This hotel is really falling apart, even the damn lights are flickering…”

With that, he entered a stall and closed the door.

Squatting down, he hummed a little tune, not really sure what he was singing.

Outside the stall, the lights flickered two or three more times before suddenly dimming, leaving only a faint glow, as if the voltage was unstable.

“Damn!”

Fu Lang, who always considered himself a brave man, wasn’t afraid of the dark or ghosts. But for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill. So he quickly wiped himself, pulled up his pants, and prepared to leave.

As he opened the stall door, a strong, bloody smell hit him, and a thin mist seemed to fill the air, making everything feel sticky!

Damn!

Fu Lang rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

But after rubbing them hard, he saw layers of thin, bloody mist growing thicker.

What’s going on?!

What’s happening?!

Fu Lang, being a well-traveled man, immediately sensed something was off.

He turned to leave, but when he looked ahead, he froze, stunned…

He swallowed instinctively.

His heart raced with panic!

FUCK!

This was too intense!

He’d encountered women sneaking into the men’s restroom to throw themselves at him before, leading to some fun times.

But he’d never…

Seen a female ghost in the men’s restroom!

A female ghost!

Dressed in white!

Floating in the air, her white clothes stained with blood, her legs below the knees a bloody mess. Her eyes bulged, her face twisted and grotesque, with a gaping wound from her mouth to her ear, wriggling with maggot-like creatures.

“Gah…” Fu Lang couldn’t help but retch.

Sweating all over, he didn’t know where to hide.

The bloody mist thickened, centered around the ghost, growing denser as it approached Fu Lang.

He could only instinctively retreat.

Step back.

And back again.

His trembling hand reached for his pocket, trying to get his phone to call Mo Yan for help.

Finally managing to pull out his phone, Fu Lang found his hands shaking so much he could barely hold it.

Looking up, he accidentally locked eyes with the grotesque ghost.

She grinned at him, revealing a hideous smile.

In that moment, Fu Lang saw clearly the maggot-like creatures wriggling in her bloody wound…

Gah!

He wanted to vomit but couldn’t.

Chilled to the bone, scared to death.

Just as he finally found Mo Yan’s number, Fu Lang was overjoyed, as if seeing a savior.

But before he could dial, he saw from the corner of his eye that the ghost had somehow appeared beside him…

Her bulging eyes stared unblinkingly at him, the stench of decay unmistakable.

Fu Lang stumbled in fear, dropping his phone, and scrambled away as fast as he could!

Finally distancing himself from the ghost, he realized he was trapped at the end of the restroom.

Only a window was open, and glancing down…

At least four floors up!