Mysterious Revival

After making up his mind, Yang Jian hesitated no longer, even if it meant continuing deep along the corridor carpeted in red, he needed to figure out what exactly happened in this room and why the cursed chime of an Eight-Tone Music Box would play. Accompanied by the creak of a door opening. Yang Jian pushed the door open and entered, moving as quietly as a specter into the room while within the third layer of the Ghost Domain. Perhaps alerted by the sound of the door, or because the woman playing the piano had noticed something entering, her body, with its perfect curves, stiffened slightly, and the piano music she was playing became intermittent and unstable. Yang Jian surveyed his surroundings while approaching the woman in the cheongsam, intending to see her face and determine whether she was indeed a ghost. If she was a ghost, what connection might she have with the Eight-Tone Music Box? As Yang Jian drew closer, he encountered no interference. His ghost eye gave no warning, and he did not fall victim to any mysterious attacks. Even as he approached the woman in the cheongsam, he caught a faint yet distinct scent of fragrance. The fragrance was that of a woman's perfume, subtle but undeniably real. "This is impossible." Soon, he saw the woman in the red cheongsam sitting at the piano, and as he looked at her face, his eyes narrowed with a hint of surprise. This woman was alive. And not just any woman, but a healthy and beautiful one, with a fair complexion, dark hair coiled atop her head, and a perfect figure cloaked in a cheongsam—a beauty in any era. However, the woman's face seemed troubled. It was nervousness. The kind of tension that seeped through under extreme fear and panic. Her lips pressed tightly together, her whole body appeared to tremble, yet she resisted the fear and panic, staunchly continuing to play the piano as if there was some compelling reason for her to do so. Yang Jian just stood beside her, staring at her intently. His ghost eye scanned over the woman, seemingly confirming something over and over again. "How can there be a normal, living person here? There's a ghost wandering in the corridor outside, ready to trigger its deadly pattern at a step on the footprint, and Caesar Hotel has long been sealed off. In this environment, it's impossible for anyone to survive, let alone have the interest to sit here and play the piano." While still immersed in the Ghost Domain, Yang Jian stood beside the woman watching her play the piano, yet she did not notice him at all. But from the look on her face, she knew he had entered the room. It's just that the woman did not think a person had come in; she most likely felt a ghost had entered the room after the door opened, which explained her fear and why her piano playing was fraught with errors, given Yang Jian now bore a striking resemblance to a ghost. For Yang Jian, finding a living person was more incredible than encountering a ghost. If a second ghost had appeared, Yang Jian would not have found it strange at all. But the presence of a living person was different. Because it had already been confirmed: Caesar Hotel was locked down tight; no one could have sneaked in. Considering the decaying corpse encountered previously in the private room, Yang Jian now suspected that the people here did not enter from within Caesar Hotel, but through another entrance. This other entrance was not in the hotel, but in someplace deeper within the corridor, presumably also connected to a certain location. The fourth floor of Caesar Hotel could be serving as an exit. Only that could explain why living people were turning up in such a bizarre place. "This woman has come from somewhere deep in the corridor; she was lucky enough to avoid the ghost's attack and entered this room," Yang Jian surmised in his mind about the woman's appearance. But that was all he deduced. He was keen to ask her more. Yang Jian stepped out from the third layer of the Ghost Domain and asked with an expressionless face, "As an ordinary person, how did you come to this place?" In the previously silent room, such a question suddenly resounded. The woman in the red cheongsam jerked in fright, her gaze filled with immense terror as she fixed her eyes on Yang Jian, who had suddenly appeared beside her, and her piano playing abruptly stopped. "Oh no, Xiang Lan, are you alright?" The next moment, a twenty-something man dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit burst out of the neighboring room, seemingly very concerned for the woman and fearful for her safety. "There's another person?" The walls blocked Yang Jian from the Ghost Domain, so much so that he didn't even notice there was a second person hiding in the room next door. At this moment, Yang Jian was even more astonished. There was more than one living person in this place. The woman in the red cheongsam seemed to be called Xiang Lan. She hurriedly stood up, left the piano, then grabbed the young man's hand and tried to rush outside, "Ah Nan, let's run fast." The man called Ah Nan didn't hesitate and fled with Xiang Lan as if escaping from something. "Without my permission, none of you are allowed to leave," Yang Jian blocked the door and said coldly, "Tell me, why are you here in the first place?" "You're not a ghost?" Ah Nan's eyes widened dramatically, finding it incredibly bewildering. Xiang Lan, standing beside him, was also shockingly staring at Yang Jian as if looking at the most inconceivable thing in the world. "You think I'm a ghost?" Yang Jian countered, "Or do you know there are ghosts here? If you know there are ghosts, why did you still come here? And judging by your reactions just now, it seems it's not your first time... I don't have much time left. I hope you answer me in detail and concisely, do not be evasive." Faced with such a counter-question, Ah Nan was at a loss for words; he didn't know what to say. This person was not only not a ghost, but he was also completely oblivious to the situation here and did not recognize either him or Xiang Lan. He was simply an... outsider. Suddenly. Xiang Lan, as if realizing something, violently grabbed Yang Jian's arm and urgently asked, "Did you come from the exit? Tell me, where is the exit? Take us out of here, lead us away..." Yang Jian frowned slightly, the ghost eye on his forehead eerily observing her. He didn't understand what this woman was saying. "Xiang Lan, don't trust him, he's odd, doesn't seem like a normal living person. We can't waste time here, we need to leave now," Ah Nan, standing to the side, pulled the woman away, creating some distance. "Information asymmetry? They seem to have been trapped here for a while now, with a feeling of being disconnected from the outside world. Looking at the situation, it seems only if the three of us sat down and talked things over could we clear up the whole matter," Yang Jian speculated inwardly. This was yet another strange occurrence, requiring some time to figure out. In the past, Yang Jian would have pressed for answers, but now. He was in a hurry to retrieve the rusty firewood knife to confront Fang Shiming. "Moreover, they don't seem to want to keep talking to me," Yang Jian noticed that the two people were still eager to leave the house. It was as if an imminent danger was approaching, urging them to leave. The two people skirted around Yang Jian and rushed out in a burst of energy, then they quickly ran along the dim corridor outside. That direction was. Deeper within, not the way Yang Jian had come in. Yang Jian watched coldly, without attempting to stop them or asking further questions. The world had already become very strange after the emergence of paranormal events; many incomprehensible things were happening, and these two were just a chance encounter for today. "So boldly walking out in the open, aren't you afraid of being killed by a ghostly thing in one strike?" Yang Jian also stepped out of the room, his curiosity growing about the direction the two were heading off to. If he were to follow these two deeper inside, where would he end up? After a brief moment of contemplation, Yang Jian gave up. He turned and walked in another direction, preparing to look for the wandering ghost elsewhere. However, just as he had walked only a few steps. Suddenly, Yang Jian stopped in his tracks, a chill surging through him. The sound of a piano started to echo again from room 71 behind him. But this time, the melody was no longer that of the Eight-Tone Music Box. Was there a ghost in the room just now?