This guy was no lightweight; he quickly completely enveloped Yang Xiao’s shadow. In an instant, a cold sensation wrapped around Yang Xiao’s entire body, as if his veins had filled with ice.
His limbs felt cold, and his body stiffened bit by bit. Yang Xiao was losing control over his body.
Using the last of his strength, Yang Xiao twisted his body and swung his horsetail whisk behind him, but there was nothing there.
"Huff—, huff—"
Once freed from that eerie force’s oppression, Yang Xiao could finally breathe normally. At the sa ti, the frozen sensation disappeared. He could freely control his body as if everything that happened earlier was just an illusion created under trendous pressure.
But Yang Xiao knew clear that this was not possible. There had indeed been sothing behind him just now, almost touching his back.
It was a ghost.
When Yang Xiao turned around, ready to open the script box nad "Zhuwang Village," he was shocked to find that the partition door he had kicked open had sohow closed, and there was no sign of damage. The footprints he had left on the door had also eerily vanished.
For so reason, looking at this door, Yang Xiao felt strangely unfamiliar with it, as if... as if sothing was off.
The next second, rustling sounds ca from the closed partition as if sothing was inside, and before Yang Xiao could react, the flush of a toilet followed.
If it were soone else, they might have scrambled to flee, but not Yang Xiao, because sothing that was ant to co couldn’t be avoided.
A fierce look surged on Yang Xiao’s face. He kicked open the partition door, and the great force knocked over whatever was inside. Just as he was about to smash down with his horsetail whisk, a woman who had fallen to the ground and looked disheveled suddenly let out a piercing scream.
In that instant, Yang Xiao was also stunned. The woman inside was dressed in modern clothing, around 30 years old. A phone with a jewel-encrusted case had fallen to the ground. The woman, seeing the fierce-looking Yang Xiao, was terrified and turned deathly pale.
This woman was clearly not a ghost, but why was she here?
Additionally, where had the script box gone, and why did the partition look... why did it look different from what he had seen before?
Yang Xiao imdiately looked toward the door and his heart sank. This was not the n’s restroom; there were no urinals against the wall, and the wall near the wash basin had been painted in a cozy pink hue.
"Indecency! Indecency!" the woman, having co to her senses, imdiately cried out for help, throwing her backpack at Yang Xiao as she did so.
"It’s a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!" It was the first ti Yang Xiao had encountered such an embarrassing situation, and his attempt to communicate with the woman was futile.
Soon, the restroom door was burst open, and several people rushed in, controlling Yang Xiao on the spot without a word, of course, Yang Xiao didn’t resist, just kept explaining. anwhile, a security guard in hotel uniform called the police.
After Yang Xiao was dragged out, Zhao was also watching the commotion outside the door. He hadn’t expected the caught pervert to be Yang Xiao. "Manager Liu, is there so misunderstanding here?" Zhao, a regular hotel guest, imdiately sought out the hotel’s manager to inquire.
"No misunderstanding, Manager Zhao. This man stealthily followed this lady into the won’s restroom and then locked the door from the inside. If that’s not harboring ill intentions, what is?" Manager Liu declared on the spot.
"Don’t move, we’ve already called the police. Let’s see how they will deal with you!" Two hotel security guards threatened Yang Xiao ferociously.
Having weathered many storms, Yang Xiao cald down. This misunderstanding didn’t bother him much. He had inford the Patrol Defense Office of the situation. Once the police arrived, as long as they confird his identity, there wouldn’t be a big problem. What he feared was why the script box had disappeared.
Based on past experiences, the script box should contain part of an incomplete story background and so clues.
Yang Xiao was detained by a few security guards in an empty private room. During this ti, Manager Zhao, trying to show off his authority in front of the female custor, kept berating and insulting Yang Xiao, with very unpleasant words, insisting that people despised Yang Xiao wherever he went. He opined that Yang Xiao was only at the restaurant because he was leeching off Zhao, and his following the woman was driven by lust, with malicious intentions.
The woman, sobbing in the chair, either out of fear or intent to exacerbate Yang Xiao’s cri, actually made up an abundance of nonexistent stories, screaming loudly that her cousin worked in the police station and that she would make sure Yang Xiao paid for this.
Listening to the woman’s weeping, Manager Zhao’s sense of justice soared, and he even walked over and kicked the contemplating Yang Xiao hard. "I’m talking to you, are you deaf?"
Already frustrated over the missing script box, Yang Xiao took a deep breath before finally managing to suppress his anger. "I’ll tell you once again, this is a misunderstanding. I don’t know this lady at all, and she’s not my type. Once the police co, they can check the corridor surveillance, and the truth will be clear."
"You filthy pervert, still so brazen! I hate scum like you the most. If it wasn’t for the rule of law, I would break one of your legs!" Manager Zhao rolled up his sleeves, revealing tattoos on his arms, but in Yang Xiao’s eyes, he just seed like an agitated monkey.
The next second, Manager Zhao’s abdon was struck by a heavy punch, then he was kicked and sent flying. The remaining two guards rushed over but were easily knocked down by Yang Xiao. Manager Zhao curled up on the ground, writhing like a shrimp, wailing miserably. Yang Xiao quickly hauled him up by the collar from the ground, and imdiately after, a cold gun muzzle was pressed against his head.
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