Kkkrrr… The demonhead saber dragged along the ground, emitting a sharp, grinding sound. Wherever it passed, the layers of roiling darkness were immediately dispersed. He paused as soon as he arrived in front of room 123. 

This was the room he was at just a little while ago.

Dong! He kicked open the door, yet it was now completely empty behind.

It wasn’t clear whose room this was. The walls were covered with over a dozen photographs. A dusty, gray wall mirror hung on the left wall, while an empty closet sat adjacent to the right wall. Several old and tattered operatic costumes hung within the closet.

There was a desk right in front of Qin Ye. Qin Ye wiped off the dust on the mirror, and he noticed that the female ghost dressed in an operatic costume was already trembling all over and hiding her head behind Qin Ye’s back.

Qin Ye grew taciturn. After several seconds, he began to comb and neaten his hair.

“How are you possibly so handsome?” He exclaimed, “I can’t believe I’ve never noticed you before.”

“Why does it seem like you burst with confidence whenever you encounter ghosts?” Arthis chuckled contemptuously, “Are you finally discovering the benefits of your genuine proof of identity?”

The first thought on Qin Ye’s mind was that Arthis had contracted an illness.

An illness that she could only survive from...