Mysterious Resurrection Chapter 1145 Plot Summary

The scene in the room changed, making Yang Jian realize that it was not the Caesar Hotel that had changed, but the location and time of their group. In this case, they might no longer be safe. The weird corridor has completely swallowed up the Caesar Hotel. The weird rooms inside have been integrated with the Caesar Hotel, but the weird ones have not left the hotel. Or maybe there is an out-of-control room that has blocked all the weird things in this hotel.

At this time, there was a burst of music from the second floor, which sounded like the sound of a piano, but Yang Jian suddenly changed his expression. This was by no means the music from the Caesar Hotel before. This was the sound when he came here before. , the weird cursed music played by Xianglan is similar to the weird music box before. It is the follow-up to the music box. If this music cannot be interrupted before the end of the music, they will all suffer a death curse. They come quickly. Arriving at the piano in the restaurant on the second floor, Zhang Yang used his ghost hands. The piano was instantly shattered into pieces, but the sound of the piano was unimpeded and still emitted from the piano's position. Yang Jian realized in his heart that this was the ghost realm. The current situation will be formed if the locations are confused and different weirdness is placed in different layers of ghost realms.

Yang Jian opened the fourth floor of the ghost realm. Tong Qian raised her head and looked around at the unchanged hotel. A trace of doubt flashed on her face. She turned to look at Yang Jian, but Yang Jian did not respond. The six-story ghost realm was opened, which was enough to suspend the ghosts. Changes began to occur in the Caesar Hotel. Various items on the walls turned black and rotted. A dusty piano slowly appeared. Next to the piano, There was also a withered figure sitting.

Yang Jian looked at the withered figure. The figure seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head slowly. However, the head was not in a withered state. Yang Jian saw the withered figure's face, but his expression was faint. Move, this is Xianglan’s face. Is Xianglan dead too? The withered figure looked at Yang Jian with empty eyes, stood up tremblingly and walked towards Yang Jian, the cursed music of the piano was still playing in the piano.