Who is the Ghost?

　　Ming Hong Sword gave Ryota a keen emotional perception.

　　Let him judge the place where hatred and killing intent are strongest.

　　Even though its perception was a bit blurry when the distance was too great, it could only determine the approximate orientation of the area.

　　But as long as he followed that faint feeling and approached a certain distance, everything would naturally become clear.

　　Thinking about this, Ryota walked through the lobby and walked towards the stairs.

　　"Hah? Is this...?"

　　Just now he only cared about violently breaking the door.

　　Now after carefully observing the surroundings, Ryota discovered something different.

　　There were several black shadows on the walls and floor of the lobby. In size and shape, it looks like a human. It was as if something invisible to the naked eye was blocking the sunlight and casting a shadow on the ground.

　　Ryota came closer and surveyed, but found that there was nothing to be seen.

　　He slashed with a single slash!

　　In an explosive stream of air, he punched a large hole in the floor with his sword, and the crack widened instantly for more than ten meters.

　　The black shadow disappeared along with the broken floor, as if it had only been painted with dye.

　　Ryota just felt like hitting the floor.

　　"It seems I was worrying too much."

　　Glancing at the hole in the ground, he put down his longsword and approached the stairs.

　　He didn't choose to take the elevator because he had to feel the direction while walking. Following the perception, Ryota started up the stairs. After a while, he stopped on the fifth floor, survivors were probably scattered throughout the hotel.

　　Ryota has no intention of looking for them, but is going to fight the ghosts head-on.

　　When the space barrier between the hotel and the outside world is broken, the police will naturally be in charge of rescue work.

　　"Induction might come from the inner layer, try to find it first."

　　Ryota opened the wooden door on the stairs and entered the fifth floor.

　　...

　　At the same time.

　　In a suite on the fifth floor.

　　The six people stayed in the room with frightened faces, separated by a distance.

　　They all looked towards the door.

　　There, a strangely dressed woman was standing behind the door, pressing her ear to it, listening to the movement outside.

　　The woman looked to be around 18 years old, with black hair and purple pupils, and the ends of her hair were purple.

　　Her collarbone-length hair was styled in evening curls and trimmed with butterfly clasps. Coupled with her beautiful face, she was a rare beauty, she was only slightly short.

　　At this time, among the six people in the room, a well-dressed middle-aged man asked nervously:

　　"Miss, how is the situation outside?"

　　"Shut up..."

　　The woman placed her index finger on her cherry-colored lips, motioning for the middle-aged man to be quiet.

　　This act of hers looks cute and flirty.

　　But the six people in the room were all tormented by fear and nervousness, completely unable to arouse appreciation.

　　The woman continued to listen intently for a while.

　　After noticing the obvious movement, she heaved a sigh of relief and walked towards the six people.

　　The six of them looked at her strange clothes and the Japanese sword at her waist, and felt an indescribable strangeness in their hearts.

　　However, in this extraordinary time, this specificity can, on the contrary, give people a sense of security.

　　"Did any of you get tapped on the shoulder by that thing?"

　　The woman asked loudly.

　　This is the kind of sound that sounds very soft, which makes people feel very comfortable.

　　"No!"

　　"Absolutely not!"

　　"I've never been patted!"

　　The six of them shook their heads rapidly, all reacting strongly.

　　The incident started last night.

　　A little girl appeared in the hotel or rather, a little girl-looking monster.

　　Her appearance was very cute, but she had the meanest mind.

　　Anyone who was tapped on the shoulder would collapse after half an hour, turning into a black shadow, clinging to the walls and floor.

　　But she not only kills people, but also plays games with people in the hotel.

　　Those who have been patted on the shoulder can pass on their own curse as long as they tap someone else's shoulder.

　　And so the human game begins.

　　You never know the person next to you who will suddenly tap you on the shoulder.

　　Maybe it's your friend, maybe it's your closest family member.

　　In just one night, half the people in the hotel died.

　　Some people even killed themselves outright because they couldn't stand having to be aware of everyone's fears, being tormented by their hearts.

　　"Really nothing?"

　　After hearing the six people's answers, the woman with the sword frowned.

　　She emphasized her voice and reminded: "You all should know the rules, right? After being tapped on the shoulder by that thing, you guys won't die right away. So, as long as we trust each other and pat each other on the shoulder before we die, it's fine to endure."

　　However, the six people continued to shake their heads, adamantly denying that they had ever been patted by the monster.

　　Who is telling the truth and who is lying.

　　With everyone's terrified faces, it was absolutely impossible to make an effective judgement.

　　Just when the woman wanted to warn again.

　　Suddenly there was a biting cold wind blowing in the room.

　　The ghost of a little girl appears above everyone's heads.

　　The girl let out a sharp laugh and circled around everyone.

　　"Ah-! Who was patted! Who was patted!?"

　　"Stand!"

　　"Run! Go out!"

　　The emotions of the six people all collapsed.

　　This monster does not kill directly.

　　But this mentally torturous process was even scarier!

　　"Calm!"

　　The woman with the sword snorted softly, stopping everyone from panicking.

　　She took out the strange Japanese sword in her hand, and attacked the little girl who was about to disperse.

　　Rip off -!

　　The air in the room was pulled into a shrill sound.

　　The blade passed straight through the girl's body, like through air, without causing any damage.

　　But this behavior seems to bother the monster.

　　The girl's figure that was about to disperse reunited, roared at the woman with the sword, and waved her small hand at her.

　　It was so fast that it completely surpassed normal people's reflex nerves.

　　The woman fought back with the sword, but the hand went straight through the sword and hit her in the chest.

　　A mouthful of blood spurted out, the woman flew backwards, kicked open the suite door, and flew into the corridor.

　　However, the expected impact was not hit.

　　The woman froze.

　　Reacting immediately, she was caught.

　　Someone caught her with one hand, then hugged her.

Before she could feel the strangeness in her heart, she reminded loudly:

　　"Be careful! That thing..."

　　"I know."

　　The one who hugged the woman was of course Ryota who had just entered the fifth floor.

　　His voice just fell.

　　Loud noises were heard in the corridor.

　　The ghost that came out of the suite touched Ryota.

　　The soul power in Ryota's body surged and flowed, his muscles tightened, and the tremendous power he received instantly dispersed!

　　The little girl who rushed out had a stunned look on his face that was covered with a distorted smile.

　　The small raised head was level with Ryota's eyes.

　　Ryota's slightly vicious smile was reflected in the ghost's pupils.

　　"Poor child, you have absolutely no idea what power is..."

　　Explosion! ! !

　　Ryota punched with his left hand, which didn't hold back!

　　In the sound of an explosion, the little girl's chest collapsed, and her tiny body flew out like a cannonball, hit the room again, smashed through the wall, flew out of the suite, hit the back floor and fell to the third floor.