Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Chu Yao woke up instantly, and there were indeed footsteps outside the door.

It's heavy, like a grown man, but it's not very stable when walking, making the footsteps a little messy.

The elevator installed in the hotel is an old-fashioned elevator that makes a lot of noise when running. In order to avoid affecting the guests' rest, the elevator will be closed after twelve o'clock at night and reopened at seven o'clock the next morning.

Chu Yao glanced at his phone. It was four o'clock in the morning, and the elevator was naturally not open.

The footsteps came from far to near. At first they were probably in the stairwell on the side of 503, but now they were almost in front of their room door.

She was just about to open her eyes and see clearly the appearance of the person outside the door, but she caught something strange that was not easy to detect.

The person outside the door is probably also a Feng Shui master, and his practice is not shallow.

Chu Yao listened quietly for a moment. The man's breathing rate was different from ordinary people. It was a very special breathing method. Only Feng Shui masters who practiced alchemy could maintain this breathing rate at all times.

This place is very close to the cemetery, so it’s not surprising that a Feng Shui master would appear. After all, a Feng Shui master can also help people with guidance on the Feng Shui of ghost houses and the like.

There are only three rooms on the fifth floor. Except for 501 and 502 where she and Chen Peiwen live, the remaining one is 503.

Is it possible that the accomplice found by the kidnappers is also a Feng Shui master?

Nowadays, there are very few Feng Shui masters who can practice alchemy. Most of the sects' alchemy skills have been lost, and practicing alchemy also has certain physical requirements for Feng Shui masters.

A Feng Shui master who can practice to this level must be one of the best among contemporary Taoists. How could he be scared out of his wits by the ghost of Yuan Jiahao?

Before she had time to think about it, Chu Yao had quietly arrived at the door. She had to prepare for the worst when dealing with the people outside the door.

If she just went the wrong way, everyone would be happy, but if that person was targeting her and Chen Peiwen, she would have to think of a countermeasure.

Although Chu Yao can use mystical arts, it depends on the condition of the body.

Due to the influence of the brain tumor, Yuan Jiaxiang's body is weaker than normal people. Naturally, he cannot use overly intense techniques. If he uses it once, his body will be scrapped.

And if Yuan Jiaxiang died, she would have to start over again, just like the game's save file was gone. She didn't want to do it again.

Is there any spell that has low physical requirements and can restrain an accomplished Feng Shui master in a short period of time?

Chu Yao searched around in her brain, and suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the door handle of the room.

She could already guess that the innkeeper was too stingy. Even the door panels were made from coffin wood leftover from other people's use, and this wood happened to be Yin wood.

This body can hardly sense the spiritual energy in the environment, but it will attract the surrounding evil energy due to serious illness.

Chu Yao drew a talisman on the palm of his hand. As long as the Yin wood is used as a guide, the evil spirit can explode instantly.

At the same time, the footsteps stopped instantly. Chen Peiwen did not dare to speak from just now, and even deliberately controlled the sound of her breathing for fear of being discovered by people outside the door.

Knock, knock, knock——

The man knocked on the door three times, then took out the key and prepared to open the door.

Logically speaking, the key to each room is different, but I don't know if the boss gave the wrong key, or if all the keys on the fifth floor used the same mold, and the door was opened by him.

With a creak, the door was slowly pushed open, revealing a somewhat familiar face.