Your fate is in your own hands

"I, I..." Karl's face turned ashen, stammering, overwhelmed by the shadow of the hanged ghost.

"This toilet can never be fully cleaned. You want to trap him here forever until he dies of exhaustion," John said calmly.

"Another vermin has shown up, perfect, now you two can keep each other company!"

The hanged ghost smiled horribly, its head suddenly flying towards them.

John quickly threw a Human Bone Nail, swinging a hammer, and shot it out like a bullet.

The Human Bone Nail pierced the hanged ghost's forehead with precision, cracks spreading densely across its head.

Then, a bloodied sanitary pad was fiercely slapped onto the hanged ghost.

Instantly, the hanged ghost was left in a sorry state, howling in madness.

"Damn, John, you've got some unique tastes, having that kind of thing on you!" Karl stared at the sanitary pad, shocked.

Ahead, the Ghost fog gradually faded, revealing the exit.

"Run!"

Without a word, John pulled Karl and ran.

"We can't escape, no matter where we go, this Ghost will find me!" Karl said.

John remained silent, and as they ran out of the bathroom, the roaring of the hanged ghost came from behind.

Karl turned his head, seeing that flying skull, and his eyes nearly popped out in fright.

Just then, John suddenly stopped at the stairwell, turning to look at the approaching hanged ghost.

Karl, on the verge of breaking down, was about to ask why they stopped when the floor suddenly shook, and the corridor's wallpaper began to peel off.

Thick black blood seeped out from every corner of the walls. In a blink, the entire corridor turned into a bloody hell!

The hanged ghost suddenly stopped, sensing something, its face filled with terror, turning to run back to the bathroom.

But when it looked back, there was no way out.

"Bro, we're both Ghosts, yet you choose to help humans?" Looking at John from a distance, the hanged ghost realized something, its voice chilling to the bone.

"How come, you don't recognize me?"

A voice filled with intense murderous intent came through, then the walls on both sides started to shift, countless pale hands reaching out, grabbing onto the hanged ghost.

The hanged ghost's face turned to sheer terror, "You're that damned..."

Before it could finish, the hanged ghost was forcefully pulled into the wall, followed by a dense fog covering that spot.

Harrowing screams echoed, making John and Karl's skin crawl.

After a moment.

Silence returned.

The Ghost fog dispersed.

The corridor went back to normal.

John mused to himself, "Did they destroy each other?"

"It's dead."

Just as he finished speaking, the indifferent voice of the Wall Ghost came through.

"Oh, it must have been reduced to ashes," the Wall Ghost added.

John was secretly amazed.

In less than a minute, the Wall Ghost had dealt with the hanged ghost?

If this creature was so powerful, why was it afraid of his few nails?

The Wall Ghost didn't say much else, solemnly stating, "Now that it's done, can you help me remove those two nails?"

True to his word, John efficiently pulled out the two Human Bone Nails from the wall.

It was only then that Karl began to grasp what had happened, his entire demeanor stupefied.

John had actually cooperated with one ghost to deal with another?

"I've got this friend whose brain isn't all that sharp. If he runs into trouble over the next few days, could you look out for him?" John asked.

The Wall Ghost retorted, "You're no good yourself."

"Don't be so petty. I've always thought of us as friends."

"Get lost!"

"Fine, ungrateful after I pull out the nails, goodbye then."

John left with Karl.

"How did you end up crossing paths with that hanged ghost?"

During their descent, John inquired about the cause, reasoning that ghosts wouldn't dare harm employees who were just doing their jobs.

"Don't mention it. That hanged ghost had a heavy malevolent aura. It was my first day at work, and I was inexperienced in many areas, so it gave me a hard time everywhere."

"In the end, I made a minor mistake, and it caught me, trapping me in the bathroom ever since. In one of the stalls, I saw several pieces of human skin and hair, probably from previous employees. That hanged ghost must have killed who knows how many newcomers like me!" Karl said, still shaken.

The hanged ghost, having been a murderer responsible for several lives in life, harbored a heavy malevolent aura in death, constantly scheming to harm others.

Thus, it troubled the new employees, making them err, so it could torture them slowly.

This way, it not only stayed within the rules but also satisfied its murderous desires!

"Alright, you've got five more days, just be careful. I can't always be there to help you." John patted Karl's shoulder, then said, "Oh, I wanted to ask you something, it's just..."

"What is it? Ask away. I'll tell you anything I know," Karl said calmly.

John's words trailed off, unable to continue. He clearly remembered having questions for Karl, but after encountering him, it was as if he'd forgotten everything he wanted to ask.

"Never mind, it's nothing."

Karl nodded and then commented, "Man, those moves of yours were awesome, totally put those two ghosts in their place!"

John chuckled twice, said nothing more, and after bidding farewell to Karl, he went downstairs.

In the lobby, Ghost Granny and the little boy were absent, but from a room nearby, the little boy's voice could be heard: "Grandma, this tastes so good, I want more."

"Eat as much as you like, Grandma has plenty more," came ghost granny's affectionate voice.

What they were eating, John didn't dwell on, certain it wasn't anything meant for human consumption.

After hanging the key on the wall at the front desk, John hurried back to the Restaurant area.

Only five minutes were left until the end of his shift.

John was wondering whether Jessica and the others had completed their tasks when he ran into a panicked Asher in the corridor.

Asher, carrying a dish in a flustered manner and looking as if he had seen a lifeline upon spotting John, exclaimed, "John! You're the only one who can save me now, please help me!"

"Did you run into trouble with your job?" John asked.

"I completed five delivery tasks, but four of them received unsatisfied ratings. If the last one isn't rated as satisfactory or better, I'm done for!"

"That puppet will definitely not let me see tomorrow's sunrise. We're classmates; you have to help me!"

"How can we make sure the customer is satisfied with this dish?"

He was holding a pot of soup, the contents of which were unknown, with the meat inside completely mushy and emitting a foul smell.

John, after a moment's hesitation and using the Eye of Truth, pinpointed the dish's deficiencies.

"Go to the kitchen and find a bottle of strong liquor, add half a spoonful, remember, it must be high-proof alcohol," John advised.

"Should I go back? Could you help me fetch a bottle from the kitchen and then add it for me?" Asher continued to plead.

"Asher, I've done as much as decency allows. I can't possibly help you any more than this. Your fate is in your own hands."

John shook his head, speaking coldly.

He wasn't a fool.

In this terrifying world, what's tested is one's character. Being overly kind only ends up harming oneself in the end!