The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: This Person Died a Horrible Death

Seeing the chainsaw stop spinning, the receptionist pressed her still-beating heart, releasing a long sigh of relief.

“You’ve discovered the secret of this hotel. There is another space existing here, but she… hides in the gap between the two spaces, that’s why you can’t find her.”

The receptionist said shakily, “Only at midnight, the gap between the two spaces briefly merges, and then she will crawl out to look for food. She prefers to eat men’s internal organs and likes to peel off men’s skin to make clothes. As for women, she despises them and only kills them in the end, then throws their bodies to us to eat.”

“Is she the woman on the hotel room cards?” Qing Li asked, already certain of the answer.

The receptionist nodded, “She doesn’t have a body of her own, but likes to copulate with men. So, she uses the room cards to silently possess the female guests’ bodies to lure men, experiencing pleasure.”

So, Ma Yue died because of too short a duration; this was indeed the real reason.

[Wow, this female ghost plays really twisted games, even bringing out substitution literature.]

[Liking men, despising women, turns out female ghosts can also have ‘misogyny’.]

[Forget it, like what you like, tearing out hearts and peeling off skin, we men dare not accept such a blessing.]

No wonder the ghost’s whereabouts were elusive, hiding in the gap between two spaces.

Having obtained the information she wanted, Qing Li let go of the receptionist, even kindly picking up the eyeball on the floor, and reinstalling it in her eye socket.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m a very gentle person. From now on, you’ll be my ghost, and I’ll take good care of you.” She patted the receptionist’s shoulder and wiped the blood stained on her fingers with the receptionist’s clothes.

One of the receptionist’s eyeballs looked up, the other down, tears streaming down her face in gratitude.

So gentle, truly damn gentle!

Since the female ghost would start hunting at midnight, Qing Li began to wait for this time.

Who would be the hunter? Who would be the prey?

She looked at the chainsaw in her hand, a deep, long smile crossing her lips.

Deep into the night.

In the darkness, Chen Dalei opened his eyes. He sniffed and an indescribable fragrance entered his nostrils, making him swallow saliva uncontrollably.

“What’s this delicious smell?”

He uncontrollably got out of bed, searching for the source of the fragrance.

“Chen Dalei, what are you doing going out?”

Wang Tingting noticed the door opening and suddenly woke up.

The dim light in the corridor shone into the room, elongating Chen Dalei’s shadow.

“I’m hungry, going to find something to eat.”

Chen Dalei muttered, closing the door behind him. The room returned to darkness, leaving Wang Tingting alone.

Fear immediately grew boundlessly, as if countless invisible ghosts in the darkness were baring their teeth and claws at her.

Wang Tingting clenched the talisman in her hands, her body wrapped in the blanket, shivering.

“Don’t come over, please don’t come over…”

Chen Dalei arrived at the corridor, where the aroma became even stronger. His stomach roared crazily, and a strong sense of hunger made his eyes flash with madness.

“I’m so hungry, I’m so hungry…”

His stomach growled, and his originally robust figure visibly lost weight.

If Qing Li were there, she would have noticed that his vital energy was being continuously drained.

At the end of the corridor, a narrow room appeared, its door slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of dark red light seeping out, looking incredibly sinister and eerie.

“Found it.”

That was the source of the aroma.

Chen Dalei’s eyes shone; at this moment, he resembled a wild beast, his rationality long dissolved by intense hunger.

He couldn’t wait to run over and pushed the door wide open…

“My lord, you finally came.”

A woman sat in front of a dressing mirror, her back to Chen Dalei, her face unseen. Her black, beautiful hair, like fine satin, draped over her shoulders, revealing half of her fair, slender neck.

“Gulp.”

Chen Dalei swallowed his saliva, shifting his gaze from the woman to the table.

In the middle of the table was a bowl of soup, the enticing aroma emanating from it.

“This soup smells so good, may I drink it?” Chen Dalei asked, his eyes filled with obsession.

The woman’s coquettish voice was sweet and melodious: “Of course, I prepared it especially for you, my lord.”

She then turned around, revealing a stunningly beautiful face, leaving Chen Dalei mesmerized.

Such a beautiful woman.

“My lord, shall I feed you?”

She smiled, radiating charm.

Chen Dalei nodded dumbly: “Yes.”

The woman smiled again, her delicate white fingers like finely cut scallions, scooping up a spoonful of soup and bringing it to Chen Dalei’s lips.

Chen Dalei, unaccustomed to such treatment, opened his mouth and took in the spoon. The aroma instantly filled his mouth, leaving him thoroughly satisfied.

“This soup is so delicious, I’ve never tasted anything like it. What’s it made of?” Chen Dalei asked curiously.

The woman smiled and said, “This is a ‘Five Organs Soup’, made from the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys of the same ingredient.”

“I’ve always thought organs were disgusting things, but I never imagined they’d make such delicious soup.”

Chen Dalei couldn’t resist any longer. He picked up the bowl with one hand and wolfed down the soup and ingredients, leaving nothing behind.

“My lord, why did you drink it all without leaving any for me?” The woman pouted her red lips in dissatisfaction, her aggrieved look irresistibly enticing Chen Dalei.

Chen Dalei laughed heartily: “It’s just a bowl of Five Organs Soup. I drank your soup, so I’ll give you my own organs to make soup, how about that!”

“Your words must count,” said the woman with a coy smile.

Chen Dalei patted his chest, “A real man’s word is his bond.”

“Then… I won’t hold back!”

The woman’s smile stretched to her ears, revealing a crimson long tongue, which she licked around the corner of her lips.

At this scene, Chen Dalei instantly woke up from his illusion. This was no breathtaking beauty.

“You’re a ghost…”

His voice abruptly stopped as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His head drooped weakly, watching the female ghost plunge her hand into his stomach. He could even feel her hand stirring inside his body, touching his organs.

“This is the liver.”

The female ghost pulled out Chen Dalei’s liver and placed it on the table.

“This is the kidney.”

“This is the spleen.”

“This is the lung.”

Having lost his lung, Chen Dalei’s breathing was barely audible, but he was still alive, enduring inhuman pain.

“This is the heart.”

Finally, the woman extracted Chen Dalei’s heart, feeling its beat in her hand, and said cheerfully, “Five-organ soup is indeed freshest when freshly harvested.”

Chen Dalei’s eyes widened. After losing his heart, he finally died with his eyes open.