After discussing the "Honorary Owner" issue, Liu Zheng left the property center.

Returning to Building 7, he followed the old security guard's directions, twisting and turning to end up in the corridor of Unit 3.

The narrow corridor barely had any light source, and even with Liu Zheng's eyesight, he could only barely make out the outlines of objects.

Luckily, he was used to walking in the delivery passages; otherwise, he might be quite scared.

"Should I turn on the light?"

Liu Zheng hesitated a bit.

He obviously didn't have a flashlight, but the phone provided by the restaurant, although not great in other functions, had a bright enough screen to use as a flashlight.

But in all those horror movies, the person who turns on the light in this situation often gets killed right after.

Even though he'd encountered all sorts of monsters and ghosts, there was no need to attract such trouble for himself.

"Forget it, no lights it is."

Liu Zheng steeled himself and moved forward, inevitably bumping and colliding along the way, even hitting some pipes with unknown purposes.

Luckily, with his current physique, these collisions were barely as hard as a massage.

He didn't know how long he walked until he finally reached the end of the corridor.

The end of the corridor had a door, with two more doors on each side.

Liu Zheng was practically straining his eyes, but he couldn't spot any door with a drawing of a garlic-wearing turtle.

Trying every door one by one was impossible; even with extra delivery time, it couldn't be wasted like this.

Besides, who knew if the other two doors were traps, leading him into an endless maze that would trap him and starve him to death inside.

"I have to use the light then."

But before turning on the light, Liu Zheng took out all the items he might need.

In these kinds of situations, caution is never too much.

"Thunk, thunk, thunk!"

Sure enough, as soon as he turned on his phone's screen, a sound like rolling marbles echoed from the ceiling.

Liu Zheng was very familiar with this sound; he used to rent a place on the 43rd floor and could often hear this sound every few days.

At first, he thought it was just a kid upstairs playing, but when he couldn't tolerate it anymore and went up to check, he found the floor above entirely unoccupied.

As a once staunch materialist, of course, Liu Zheng wouldn't believe it was ghosts; he thought the sounds were just transmitted from somewhere else.

Investigating this could be troublesome, so he tolerated it for a while before simply moving to a different place.

Later, Liu Zheng looked into the reason behind this and found all sorts of explanations.

Some said it was the thermal expansion and contraction of building materials, others said pebbles inside perforated panels fell down, and some even suspected it was caused by mold.

In any case, he never really believed any of them.

As for the current sound, it was likely a pitiful ghost playing marbles.

After briefly considering for two seconds, he decided to ignore the sound and used his phone to carefully examine the three doors.

First, the door at the end, painted green, with peeling spots showing the light yellow base material, seemingly made of pine.

Apart from the mottled marks and some stains, there were no other patterns on this door.

"Looks like it's not this one."

Liu Zheng then looked at the door on the left.

"Thunk, thunk, thunk!!!"

This time, seemingly irritated at being ignored, the marbles' rolling sound grew louder.

"Noisy as hell, you piece of crap. Make another sound and I'll blow you to bits."

His irritation from the annoying noise, reminded of previous unhappy rental experiences, instantly brought him into a fit of rage.

...

"Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk!!!!!!"

The marble rolling sound paused for a few seconds, then burst out even more crazily.

"Ignoring my words, eh?"

Liu Zheng directly swung out the Dragon Scale Blade, its fiery anger lighting up the corridor.

He took advantage of the momentary light to clearly see the appearance of the other two doors.

The door on the left had a turtle wearing sunglasses painted on it, while the door on the right had a bullfrog carrying garlic on its back.

Quite clearly, the crucial part of the so-called "garlic turtle" was the "garlic," so it should be the door on the right.

But before opening the door, Liu Zheng had to deal with the current trouble first.

The blade tip pierced the ceiling but seemed not to hit anything.

"Thunk, thunk, thunk! Thunk, thunk, thunk!"

The rolling marble sound transferred from the ceiling to the ground.

Under the glow of the angry flames, he vaguely saw a ghostly pale boy playing marbles with an expressionless face.

With every marble the boy flicked, Liu Zheng felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his body grew heavier.

"Who let you play marbles in the corridor? Don't you know how dangerous that is? Confiscated, all confiscated!"

Liu Zheng donned a stern expression and slowly walked toward the boy.

The boy, seeing Liu approaching, immediately sped up the marble flicking.

By the time Liu reached the boy, his body felt as if filled with lead, unable to move.

Seeing this, the boy's cold face finally showed a thread of sinister smile.

But soon, that smile turned into sheer terror.

Liu Zheng, with a great effort, flipped the blade's edge and plunged the Dragon Scale Blade into his chest, extracting his heart.

"Snap!"

The purplish-red heart fell to the ground, spilling out dozens of colorful marbles.

"Playing tricks with me, my tricks outrank yours, little brother,"

He tapped the boy's face with the bloodstained tip of the knife, sneering coldly.

"Alright, bring out any good stuff you got, or I might just happily exchange blows with you."

"Don't even think about running; if you make me waste another item, you'll wish you weren't yearning for death either."

He shook the Dragon Fishing Pole as he spoke.

"I have a Pigman resentful spirit friend, lives alone, bad temper, heavy fists, and unclear sexual orientation. If I catch you and give you to it, it'll be overjoyed. Hehehe!"