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Chapter 54: Post-war Cleanup (Three more - s, please follow)

Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Post-war Cleanup (Three more Chapters, please follow)

Tang Qianqian finally understood the source of the terrifying feeling.

Qian Yun had gone mad, actually laughing while declaring her intent to kill all Extraterrestrials!

But in the next moment, Tang Qianqian noticed another detail that scared her to death—for the sake of achieving this grand goal, Qian Yun had been constantly training her abilities.

Could it be that the strange tales of Congyun Hotel were actually...!

A black shadow suddenly emerged from Qian Yun’s body, startling Tang Qianqian into taking a step back, and at this moment, she finally saw the true nature of the object overlapping with Qian Yun.

The straw-like dry bangs, and eyes filled with venomous hatred, blood-red in color.

It was the Red-eyed Demon!

Why would the Red-eyed Demon attach itself to Qian Yun?

Qian Yun, who should have been paralyzed on the ground from Poison Fang’s paralysis, also took action at this moment. Her gaze flicked towards the crystal chandelier hanging directly above Tang Qianqian’s head. The fixture, which had been a part of Congyun Hotel since its establishment, finally couldn’t bear the weight and gave off a grating sound, plummeting straight towards Tang Qianqian.

In the nick of time, the "specter" attached itself to Qian Yun, shielding her from the Poison Fang aimed at her.

"Thank you for listening to my story."

Qian Yun grabbed the Red-eyed Demon’s outstretched right hand, regaining some strength in her limbs.

To exterminate all the Deities, she absolutely couldn’t fall here. Even if the lady had vanished, the pact between them would go on.

In her moment of desperation, Qian Yun heard a voice from inside her, telling her that Lord Night Disaster was very fond of her ability and would offer her a new haven, granting her the strength to kill all Extraterrestrials.

Qian Yun had never heard of the tales of Night Disaster before, but she almost immediately believed them.

Instantly, the silent portraits once again fell into frenzy. Everything that had circulated in Congyun Hotel came to life at this moment; there were no more rules, and this was no longer a game. Their only purpose was to stop Tang Qianqian and Yang Ping.

This was not only a ghost story but also the ancestral protection for the descendants.

Qian Yun ran fast, flipping over to sit on the wooden banister of the stairs, the falling crystal chandelier brushing past her as she slid down along the handrail.

As a child, she had often run wild through the hotel; she knew every part of the hotel’s construction.

The last thing Qian Yun saw was the furious Qian Congyun bursting out of the oil painting. Before Tang Qianqian, who had stumbled to avoid the chandelier, could steady herself, he stabbed a sharp object into her embrace.

She also saw Tang Qianqian’s body falling backward, tumbling through the air down the stairs, with the young man named Yang Ping desperately trying to grasp Tang Qianqian’s arm.

Intuition told Qian Yun that Tang Qianqian wouldn’t die so easily.

And in the instant she slid down the handrail, Qian Yun saw Tang Qianqian’s arm instinctively reach out to her, but for some unknown reason, it stopped midway, letting them brush past one another.

The other person had had the chance to grab her, to prevent her escape.

"Tang Qianqian, Yang Ping..."

Qian Yun silently marked these two names in her heart.

...

"Qianqian, are you alright?"

Yang Ping said with regret.

After Mr. Mingyuan claimed victory, he thought that the ghost stories within Congyun Hotel had disappeared. What was more, Tang Qianqian’s words in the room had awakened him.

Only that he had defied Tang Qianqian’s instruction in his heart.

If the choice was in his hands, he would never allow for the risk of his companions being seriously injured or even killed.

The future can be changed.

The defeat of the lady made Yang Ping even more certain of himself—the source of the Congyun Hotel horror stories had been eliminated by Senior Mingyuan, and no matter what, Sister Qianqian would not be killed by a resurrected Qian Congyun.

"With this," Mingyuan said, "your prophecy is fulfilled."

Tang Qianqian lay on the cold floor, and it was a long time before she uttered a sentence. She understood Yang Ping’s character and knew that her exhortation would probably be futile. Therefore, the moment she noticed Qian Congyun charging out of the painting, she bit down hard and passed up the chance to dodge.

Yang Ping had mentioned the scene where he was attacked by the clockmaker.

His body had been pierced several times, and it was the existence of the little sachet that spared him from death.

She had been prepared as well, but didn’t expect that inertia would cause her to crash harshly onto the floor from mid-air.

The fall caused her mind to go blank, and the severe impact made her unable to feel pain for a moment.

So there Tang Qianqian lay, facing upward on the floor, her gaze passing over Yang Ping to settle on Duan Mingyuan, who descended the stairs. The howling specters that lunged at him retreated into their objects in that instant, one after another crashing to the ground.

"I’ve emphasized many times not to do dangerous things," Duan Mingyuan said, glancing in the direction where Qian Yun had vanished. After a moment of contemplation, he decided to let her go.

The Lady of Bones took all the blame upon herself and bravely faced her approaching death. With that, the history of the Congyun Hotel entangled with the Qian family for generations came to an end. Once Qian Yun left, there would be no more horror tales about this place.

The incident came to a close. What should have been a perfect scene was marred by the foolish actions of Tang Qianqian.

He could have ensured Tang Qianqian landed safely, but some fools need to take a hard fall to learn their lesson.

"Don’t think just because you carry the little sachet Jiuyue gave you that you can do whatever you want. Even a person’s luck can be squandered away."

"It won’t happen again, it won’t happen again!" Tang Qianqian quickly admitted her mistake; this was one of the important skills she had honed in the workplace.

She also didn’t bring up Yang Ping’s ability development issue again. At this time, any explanation sounded like an excuse. When she was only a trainee, her section chief had often reprimanded her for this.

A matter that could have been settled in two minutes was prolonged by an additional ten due to explanations.

This time, Senior did not continue to criticize her. Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden beam of light.

The roar of an engine sounded from outside the hotel—it was the sound of a hover car.

The first to break in was the heavily armed corporate security team, guns at the ready. After confirming there were only a few people including Duan Mingyuan inside the hotel, the team leader said something into the walkie-talkie. Before long, a familiar figure strode toward them.

In her arms, she still held an excessively large crow, her face forever adorned with a professional smile.

"We meet again, Mr. Mingyuan," said Fu Ling, glancing at the chaos that littered the floor. "Is it over?"

"It’s over," he replied.

"That’s good... Don’t get me wrong, we haven’t been tracking or monitoring your lives," Fu Ling clarified proactively, although even she knew how awkward that sounded. But one had to maintain face, "This hotel has some history with the company, and someone high up in headquarters instructed me by name to come and handle the aftermath, possibly because my earlier request for internal information aroused some people’s displeasures."

An executive had died in a Yunlong City hotel, and in the following years his assistant rose through the ranks, eventually replacing his position.

Such matters were considered mere rumors within the company until definitive evidence could be provided. Even if everyone knew the truth internally, they would treat it as fiction in absence of proof.

"If you don’t mind, I’ll start my work now."