I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 83 The Dead Ancient Town

"We've been friends since we were little, you could say we're childhood sweethearts, but we're more like buddies. It wasn't until this year, when we were about to graduate from university, that our families arranged a marriage between us."

"We were all amused at the time, and thought it was a joke from our family."

"The change in our roles made us feel awkward at first, but after a few months, we realized that we were the perfect match for each other."

"This was the first time we traveled together as a couple. We originally planned to get engaged after we got back, but now it seems like this will be our last trip together."

Li Fei calmly recounted his story with Zhang Xiao, but the tremor in his voice, which he tried to suppress, was impossible to conceal.

He looked at Zhang Xiao, who was lying unconscious on the bed. Although the thick mask and theatrical patterns covered her face, they could not obstruct his vision. He could clearly see Zhang Xiao's pretty face, which was filled with shock and fear. "I planned this trip. She said she likes folk customs and ancient styles... This is the last time."

"Go."

Lin Yuan did not stop it, nor could he have stopped it.

Having received permission, Li Fei thanked him earnestly, then picked up Zhang Xiao and walked out of the room.

Lin Yuan opened the window. The street below was bustling with activity. A group of tourists were laughing and joking, followed by several staff members dressed in what appeared to be special costumes, carrying torches as they walked by.

Further away, there is a small square.

There was a large bonfire that was still burning, and many people remained where they were; not all of them had come over.

This was the first time Lin Yuan had ever witnessed such a lively scene, and the first time he felt that this delusional illusion was not entirely devoid of despair.

The crowd gradually approached, but Li Fei and Zhang Xiao had not yet come out of the hotel.

"This is the third floor. The hotel guests who aren't asleep should be at the show, and those who are asleep wouldn't be rushing for the elevator. Why haven't they come out yet?"

Lin Yuan felt very puzzled.

As the crowd below the street drew closer, Lin Yuan gradually came to see their faces clearly, which appeared very distinct in the firelight.

Even so, the nerves he had finally managed to relax tightened up again.

These people's faces... are not normal human faces, but masks painted with facial makeup, expressing emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, as well as bizarre patterns such as ghosts and skulls.

The whole town is in trouble!

Lin Yuan immediately realized this, and at that moment, the once bustling street suddenly fell silent.

Under the torches, everyone looked up at the window where Lin Yuan was, as if they were looking at the only outsider.

The world suddenly became eerily quiet!

No, the world hasn't quieted down; music is still playing in the machine.

Originally, this was supposed to be cheerful music, but now it sounds rather peculiar and eerie!

"Was I dragged into an unknown ghost realm, or did the ghost from the mask stall come out and indiscriminately attack, wiping out the entire Taiping Ancient Town? But wasn't I supposed to attract a curse? If that ghost can't deal with me, why is it attacking ordinary people? Where are Boss Liu and He Liansheng? How could they allow this to happen?"

Lin Yuan closed the window, blocking out the eerie gaze.

Suddenly, the noise outside the window resumed, and everything returned to normal. Even the music turned into pure joy.

Lin Yuan opened the door and walked straight out.

The corridor was brightly lit. Lin Yuan headed straight for the stairwell. As he passed the next room, the door, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened.

A person wearing an angry-faced mask lunged at them.

"Get out of here!"

Lin Yuan kicked the ghost slave back into the room with a loud bang, and then there was no more movement. Only colorful theatrical patterns crawled up the mask on the ghost slave's face, and finally disappeared along with the mask, revealing a cold corpse with its mouth and nose erased, leaving only terrified eyes.

Within a mere twenty or thirty meters, ghost servants emerged from four of the five rooms on either side, attempting to attack Lin Yuan.

Faced with this level of attack, Lin Yuan also experienced a crushing defeat.

As for the method of dealing with the mask medium on the ghost slave's face, it is a little trick that I have only recently become familiar with. It makes it easier to spread one's own supernatural power through contact in the form of a medium.

While not as convenient as the Ghost Realm, it is much more convenient than the Embroidered Patterns and Face-Removing Techniques, which are like using character skills in a game.

Lin Yuan did not dodge at all. Although he had not fully controlled the Mirror Actor, let alone the Mirror Actor that had crashed, he was still using quite a bit of supernatural power.

The elevator doors opened, but there was no one inside, nor were there any ghost slaves.

Lin Yuan took the elevator to the first floor, ready to deal with the ghost slaves there. However, the entire first-floor lobby was empty, without a single ghost slave in sight.

unusual.

They were lured away?

"Li Fei!"

Lin Yuan shouted loudly, not caring at all whether it would attract ghost servants or even bring ghosts over.

No one responded, but a series of heavy footsteps could be heard coming from the small room next to the counter. Soon, two ghost servants dressed in front desk uniforms rushed out.

They were all wearing masks of sorrow.

Their movements were quick and agile; they leaped onto the counter in one step and pounced on Lin Yuan. However, what greeted them was Lin Yuan's emotionless flying kick.

The two ghost servants were sent flying backward, crashing into the wall and falling down. Their masks were completely eroded by theatrical patterns, and they could no longer get up.

"How pitiful... This ghost actually attacked ordinary people so brazenly, and He Liansheng and the others didn't even care. Have they completely lost their humanity and are treating ordinary people like food for Ghost Street?!"

Glancing at the two receptionists' curvaceous figures and their mutilated features, Lin Yuan felt an overwhelming sadness.

There was also a strong sense of anger.

With his mind racing, Lin Yuan walked into the small room and finally saw Li Fei.

He was currently huddled in a corner, holding Zhang Xiao, his body trembling slightly, while two corpses lay on the ground, both dressed in hotel staff uniforms.

The corpse's face was also without a mask, but unlike the ghost slave that Lin Yuan had dealt with, it was not as clean. There were still bloodstains and wounds left, as if someone had forcibly torn off the mask.

"If you're not dead, get up quickly, you can't stay here any longer."

Hearing the familiar voice, Li Fei looked up.

The mask Lin Yuan had drawn with theatrical patterns was already half-finished, but its general outline was still discernible. Upon seeing Lin Yuan, Li Fei's already uneasy feelings intensified. "You...your face..."