Boom!!
In the dead of night, the jerk ghost plummeted from the fourth floor, crashing hard onto the concrete floor.
The hardness of the steel-reinforced concrete split his body open. Blood and brain matter spurted out together!
A few seconds later, the jerk ghost got up, his shattered body gradually healing itself.
He looked up at the fourth-floor window, roaring with rage: "That kid dragged me towards room 301, it must have something to do with you, you bitch! I swear I'll kill you, and that idiot child who can only laugh, I'll chop you both up!!"
The jerk ghost raged like a madman, his roars unceasing.
But the next second, his voice abruptly stopped.
In the lobby, the elderly apartment owner, leaning on his cane, looked at him with a very calm gaze, yet it sent a chill from the jerk ghost's head to his toes!
"I don't care about the issues between you and your wife, but now it's sleeping time. Your racket is breaking the apartment's rules."
"If I hear your voice again, I'll rip out your tongue, and then, your whole family will have to leave the apartment," the apartment owner said calmly, then, leaning on his cane, slowly disappeared into the darkness.
The jerk ghost was silent as a cicada in winter, not daring to utter another word.
It was a long while after the apartment owner left that he dared to go upstairs.
But this did nothing to quell his rage. As he ascended, he gripped a machete tightly, his murderous intent overwhelming.
However, when he reached the third floor, his steps suddenly halted.
Under the moonlight, Black Rose's delicate cheeks radiated a stunning beauty.
"I've looked into your family's situation," she said.
"What good does your anger do? You can't kill your wife anyway."
"How about we make a deal? I'll kill your wife for you, how does that sound?" Black Rose's voice was seductive, with an inexplicable allure.
Her words were not false.
The couple had been trying to kill each other for years, yet neither had managed to finish the other off.
Even if their bodies were chopped into mincemeat, by the next day, they would both regenerate and return to room 404.
The jerk ghost's greedy eyes roamed wildly over Black Rose's alluring body.
His gaze was filled with excitement, like a starving wolf that had spotted a plump sheep!
However, the jerk ghost still maintained his wits and asked, "Why the good deed? What's in it for you?"
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"There are a few people in this apartment that I can't stand. Take care of them for me, that's my condition," Black Rose said indifferently.
The jerk ghost stepped forward, his mouth splitting into a sinister smile: "But it sounds like I'm getting the short end of the stick!"
Black Rose chuckled without fear and extended her finger, lifting the jerk ghost's decaying chin: "So, what else do you want?"
The jerk ghost's gaze drifted downward, chuckling lewdly: "That will depend on your performance."
"Fine, come to my room, and I'll show you a good time."
Black Rose stirred the jerk ghost's emotions and turned to walk towards her room.
The jerk ghost, sniffing the lingering scent of perfume in the air, eagerly followed.
Creak!
The door opened, and Black Rose, with a seductive voice, said, "Come in."
The jerk ghost, as if his soul had been ensnared, was pulled inside.
But the moment his foot crossed the threshold, he abruptly stopped!
His eyes shifted rapidly, suddenly turning fierce: "No, you're not the woman from this afternoon!"
Veins bulged on his arms as he violently yanked Black Rose out of the room.
In the blink of an eye, Black Rose vanished.
And in the jerk ghost's hand was a raggedy doll full of patches!
"What is this..."
Realizing something, the jerk ghost abruptly looked up to find that the room in front of him was not room 302, but room 301!
And the door was wide open!
Inside room 301, darkness engulfed everything like an abyss, and a chilling wind scraped across his face.
"It's a trap!!"
In an instant, the jerk ghost came to his senses, trembling uncontrollably as he stared into the darkness of the room, as if facing the most terrifying thing imaginable.
"Daddy, have you come?"
From the darkness, a voice of an innocent young girl echoed.
The jerk ghost turned tail and ran, desperately dashing towards the corridor.
"Just when you're at the doorstep, why not meet your own flesh and blood?"
"We haven't seen each other for years, father and daughter reuniting, what a heartwarming and touching scene, don't you think?"
John blocked the jerk ghost's path, smiling as he spoke, his hand gripping the Ghost Burying Stone, which he then ruthlessly smashed onto the jerk ghost's forehead.
The power of the horror-grade ghost item caused the jerk ghost to momentarily lose consciousness, his body staggering backward a few steps, one foot stepping into the room.
The jerk ghost's expression twisted in terror, trying to retract his foot, but a powerful suction force swept over his body.
Despite his frantic struggles, his body was slowly consumed by the darkness within the room.
He reached out, desperately clinging to the door frame, crying out in panic, "No!!"
A pair of pale little hands emerged from the darkness, wrapping around the jerk ghost's neck.
A pale little girl's face appeared on the jerk ghost's shoulder, revealing a horrifying smile, "Daddy, I've waited so long for you, you finally came!"
In the end, the jerk ghost's grip loosened, and he was pulled into the room by his own daughter, into an abyss that seemed endless.
The room echoed with his blood-curdling screams...
Bang!
John closed the door to room 301, and the sound abruptly stopped!
John picked up the patchy doll from the floor, expressionless.
Patchy Cursed Doll!
This was an item he had obtained from a silver treasure chest at the end of the first instance.
It could create illusions for ghost pets, altering the surrounding scenery while also transforming into the object of the subject's deepest desire.
"Unless he walks in there himself!"
This remark from the Blood-Eye Ghost had awakened John, who suddenly thought of the Patchy Cursed Doll, the perfect tool to use against the jerk ghost.
"How many ghost items do you have on you? But I must say, your method is quite clever," said the Blood-Eye Ghost.
"That Jerk is so immersed in gluttony, lust, and gambling that he's sunk deep into it. His resistance to temptation and discernment are virtually non-existent, so I believed he would fall for such a crude trap," John said.
Next door, in room 302, a door cracked open, and a pair of eyes peeked out.
Cherry Cupcake had been hiding under the covers, terrified by the horrific noises since they began.
Once the noise ceased, she stealthily opened the door, and upon seeing John, she let out a sigh of relief, patting her modest chest, "You scared me to death. Why are you still up, howling in the third-floor corridor so late?"
"It wasn't me howling; it was the noise from the upstairs residents," John replied.
Cherry Cupcake was confused, scratching her head, "What did you do?"
"I did a good deed."