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Shen Jiaming didn't know what kind of environment he was walking in. The road he was walking on should have been a wooden floor, but the ground beneath his feet was a sea of flames.

His feet felt like they were stepping on transparent glass, stepping on the sea of flames as he moved forward.

As he walked on it, he could even feel the heat, the heat, and the heat coming from beneath his feet. Relying on his courage, he lowered his head to look at the sea of fire beneath his feet. Within the sea of fire, he could see many black shadows. At first, Shen Jiaming did not think about what those black figures were. He looked at them for a long time before he realized that those black figures were the black figures that had surrounded the entrance of the inn.

Shen Jiaming knew that he could no longer see this scene, only he could. In that case, the scene in this corridor looked like the legendary 'hell', and those black shadows should be ghosts.

He was worried about Sheng Jiuzhou, so he worked hard to overcome the fear in his heart and tried to walk towards her door. However, his legs were like lead, firmly fixed to the floor, unable to move a single step.

Shen Jiaming did not expect himself to be unable to move at this moment. When he rushed out earlier, he simply did not expect himself to be trapped in such a situation. He knew that he had been reckless this time.

Just as Shen Jiaming was at his wit's end and was firmly controlled at his original position, he saw that the door to Sheng Jiuzhou's room was opened. Sheng Jiuzhou who was dressed in black walked out of the room.

Shen Jiaming saw Sheng Jiuzhou walking over, and was shocked. He anxiously shouted at her, afraid that she would fall into the same dilemma as him.

"Ah Jiu, stand still and do not move forward.

Sheng Jiuzhou turned a deaf ear to the shouts of the Shen Family. He walked out of the door, looked at Shen Jiaming, and walked over step by step.

When she walked over, Shen Jiaming saw that wherever she passed, the sea of fire would instantly return to the original wooden floor. The surrounding environment had returned to normal, and even the burning sea of fire had calmed down.

Sheng Jiuzhou walked through the corridor and sea of flames. His expression did not change as he walked steadily like Mt. Wherever she went, it was as if a magic spell had been cast, and all the seas of fire had disappeared without a trace.

She walked in front of Shen Jiaming and stopped. Looking down at the half-kneeling Shen Jiaming, she suddenly opened her mouth and said, "It's useless."

Shen Jiaming's feet were still firmly fixed on the floor as he struggled to raise his head and look at Sheng Jiuzhou. All he could hear was the rumbling sounds of the sea of flames, and he simply couldn't hear what Sheng Jiuzhou was saying.

The two of them looked at each other for a short while, before Sheng Jiuzhou reached out his hand towards Shen Jiaming. Her small white hand was raised in front of his eyes to help him up.

At that moment, Shen Jiaming's entire body was warm, not only were his feet unable to move, even his hands were extremely stiff. He tried his best to raise his hand. After a long while of effort, he finally managed to place his hand on Sheng Jiuzhou's hand.

Her hand, soft and small, was in his. The instant his fingers touched hers, he felt a chill rise up inside him. That chill seemed to be following his blood and moving around in his body. Soon, his entire body became ice-cold, like the cold air of a corpse.

It was unknown whether it was due to psychological effects, or because he saw Sheng Jiuzhou, or because the sea of flames beneath his feet was disappearing, Shen Jiaming felt that he could now move, or even become nimble.

He used Sheng Jiuzhou's hand to help him stand up. When he turned around, he did not know when, but the entire corridor had already become normal.

Zhu Minghui coincidentally opened the door as well, and looked at the two of them holding hands in confusion. He could not help but ask, "You two are so passionate, what are you doing?"

As he spoke, he looked towards Sheng Jiuzhou. This was the first time he looked at Sheng Jiuzhou so carefully. She was dressed in a black suit, capable and agile, in stark contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes were clear, but it was sharp. She looked at Shen Jiaming with an expressionless face, exceptionally calm.

In that instant, Zhu Minghui suddenly felt that the current Sheng Jiuzhou did not match his age at all. He did not look like a young lady in her twenties, but instead, an experienced person.

Shen Jiaming panted heavily. After a long while, he finally felt himself normal. The first thing he said was to ask Sheng Jiuzhou worriedly, "Ah Jiu, are you alright? You don't feel any discomfort, do you? "

Actually, he wasn't sure if it was an illusion just now, but when Sheng Jiuzhou came out of the guest room, he felt that the originally hot air had become still. It was not because the flames beneath his feet had stopped burning, but because there was no heat waves emanating from them. What made Shen Jiaming felt the most baffled was that the place Sheng Jiuzhou had walked through practically turned into normal in an instant, from a deep ravine and sea of flames.

Sheng Jiuzhou looked at Shen Jiaming, and without saying anything, he turned and went downstairs.

Shen Jiaming regained his senses, patted on the dust on his pants and followed her downstairs hastily. When he passed by Zhu Minghui, he did not forget to greet him, "I'll go take a look with her. You rest first."

The wooden steps of the hotel were trampled and dusted off. Previously, Shen Jiaming did not understand why this inn looked so run-down. Even though the decorations looked like they came from the past few years, the quality of the things were actually so poor. He now understood that if he had not seen the ghosts of the shadows by chance today, the staircase would have been climbed by so many ghosts every day, and it would have been strange if it hadn't been so old.

He went downstairs and finally caught up to Sheng Jiuzhou. Sheng Jiuzhou had already opened the glass door of the inn and stood on the steps.

Shen Jiaming was terrified, afraid that he would run into the ghosts that surrounded the entrance. He anxiously walked towards Sheng Jiuzhou, but before even reaching the door, he noticed that the inn was empty. There was a large empty space in front of the hotel. Only now did Shen Jiaming's hanging heart relax, but his steps towards Sheng Jiuzhou did not stop.

As he was passing by the reception, he was stopped by a receptionist. It was a young man who was not that old, "Sir, please wait a moment."

Shen Jiaming stopped and looked back, not knowing what the receptionist wanted to say. This waiter was not the same ones who registered Shen Jiaming and the others with, he should have changed shifts. The waiter was young, around seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was the only waiter at the front desk. He was very dutiful.

He came out of the backstage and said, "Sir, sir, it is already midnight. You and your friend, please do not casually walk around the hotel."