Chapter 172 Chapter 172 I can’t concentrate on work when I have a cub…

The players became nervous: ...?

Not sure, let's see——

"Now we are about to start——Anmi!!"

Fu Gan's voice suddenly rose.

Soon, the live broadcast side was cleared.

The salesman who was supposed to be doing a live broadcast disappeared without a trace.

About ten seconds later, the cub who had reached out to hit the hair dryer was put back on the table and had his hair blown by Fu Gan.

But it's not hard to see that the little face looks a little puffed up and not very happy.

Players: ...

Ah...this?

Finally, the cub's hair was blown dry and it was placed on the ground.

The worried old father watched the little cub running away, and then he started to concentrate on his "work".

Fu Gan slowly turned his head. His true emotions could not be seen from the face hidden under the mask. One could only see that his eyes were like thick ink rolling, tinged with malice.

"Okay, guests, let's continue our session. Of course, the cub that just appeared is my own, not a commodity for sale. I hope you won't get confused. So, let's get started. First of all..."

Those eyes seemed to see through what each of them was thinking.

It was as if someone was listening to everything they did.

In just a moment, everyone was horrified.

And the TV shows continued as usual.

The night of the second day seemed darker than usual, and the lights above our heads flickered from time to time.

Like the prelude to something.

In the live broadcast room that players couldn't see, it almost exploded when Anmi appeared.

'This little guy is not easy to get along with. When he chases people, he is more terrifying than the big boss! ! !'

"Fuck, this is absolutely amazing. The puppet is already white, and when it deliberately moves slowly, it gives off a terrifying feeling similar to a human. Not to mention the blood splattered on its face, and its emerald green eyes slowly turn and stare at you without blinking - in short, don't mess with this little puppet, it's definitely the result of this dungeon upgrade -"

"But honestly, if this were a seven-day survival instance, the first two days would have been safe, but now, half the people are already dead, right? And now everything hasn't really begun. Let alone investigating the truth and escaping, just getting through these few days feels incredibly difficult."

"All the new recruits are dead. It's obvious that the Komisuya Hotel's random allocation system and these extremely evil new recruits are just for 'execution'. In just two days, they've all died."

"It's still too difficult. Even Chen Chen, who is well-known in the top 100, can't do it. I guess we need the cooperation of the big guys in the top few."

"But the problem is that the system randomly assigns players to the same instance, and there shouldn't be many players watching the live stream right now, right? There are a lot of A-level instances open right now, and all the players are basically rushing for items and points."

Too many people died too quickly.

Everything was so numb, as if nothing had even started yet, but just like that, only six people were left.

Obviously, players are also aware of this problem.

Chen Chen, Jiang Fei and the only female player left, together with the other three veterans, saved up all their game coins, gritted their teeth, and bought the most expensive item tonight - a bone umbrella that seemed to be from a noble.

Not long after, No. 5 came down to deliver the goods, humming a tune and singing, charging a little battery and starting to work.

The bone umbrella carried a strong ominous aura.

"Listen to me, it's for sure. The guest we're looking for today is looking for this bone umbrella—it's sure to provide some shelter."

"Should we also—"

The female player hesitated for a moment. She held the two game coins in her hand and really couldn't afford to buy anything.

"Don't be anxious."

Chen Chen finally spoke.

"It's only the second night, and we can say that we haven't figured out the situation yet. Who knows what these items are used for, or what these NPCs are going to do? Acting rashly will only make the situation worse."

"That's true."

Jiang Fei scratched his head.

He took out all the things he had on him from his pockets -

A pipe, a game coin and three or four compressed facial masks.

Outside the door now——

Number Five was strolling back to the top floor to recharge.

The stairwell next to the elevator.

The favorite gathering place for hotel staff and NPCs.

"The night is about to begin—"

"Isn't it time for Madam Red later?"

"Anyway, all of you go away and go to your respective posts. The stairwell is my territory—"

It's rare for Shang Fu to wait here so early.

Amidst the increasingly cruel and bloody discussions of other NPCs.

He was looking carefully at every corner of the hotel.

"Mr. Butler."

The lady at the front desk hid the machete behind her back and asked in a low voice curiously.

"Excuse me, what are you looking at?"

Was there an oversight, or are there new rules preventing them from shredding these players?

Unexpectedly, Shang Fu looked at it for a long time and suddenly said, "...Isn't the carpet laid out neatly today?"

NPCs:?

"This paving is not neat enough. What if No. 5 is carrying Anmi across it and accidentally falls over and throws Anmi down?"

NPCs: ???

"And, oh my god, who would pursue such a useless design? The edges and corners are so sharp, what if Anmi accidentally bumps into them?!"

NPCs: Shouldn't we first ask what to do with your head? It must be sick.

"You're not pretending anymore, are you? You're not pretending anymore???"

The cleaner spoke dissatisfiedly.

"The day before yesterday, you said it was because of Mr. Fu. What about now?"

"Come to think of it, you all seem weird today—"

The lady at the front desk spoke slowly.

Her activities were limited to the first floor, where she was with the chef, so she couldn't participate in many things.

There are also many missing sources of information.

However, there is a hanging TV at the front desk, and there is a small screen on the surveillance camera on the second floor, so the TV ghost's daily activities are also within this area.

"The TV ghost has been singing the family song all day, and it seems he even told a story to Madam Red. The housekeeper was also obviously humming a song—"

"The shackles are off."

Shang Fu suddenly spoke.

All the NPCs were shocked.

You know, being an NPC in the S-level dungeon Komisuya Hotel is quite something.

Everyone has a deep obsession of resentment that they can never get rid of.

They will only sink deeper and deeper into such resentment and be unable to extricate themselves.

So the Komisuya Hotel is becoming more and more dangerous.

But now, Shang Fu’s deepest obsession has been lifted?

"Because Mimi lifted it."

Shang Fu lowered his eyes.

"He said this was an agreement with me and he had to abide by it."

The calm and composed butler couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Finally, he uttered the exclamation he had always wanted to say—"He's so cute."

NPCs: ...

The cleaner wipes his face one last time.

"Okay."

This guy can't be relied upon at all.

Suddenly, the bell rang - the cleaner raised his hand and shushed, then slowly smiled.

"Listen, it's already nine o'clock in the evening."

And at this moment, on the rooftop.

Anmi had his hair blow-dried and was turning on the TV, waiting for his night singing partner to come.

There was a knocking sound outside.

It seemed like the window was being hit by something.

Anmi had already come to the window and quickly pulled open the curtains.

Then little Anmi blinked.

"Are you juggling?"

Outside the tenth floor.

Xie Ning was hanging outside the window.

If someone else opened the box and saw this scene, they would probably be scared to death.

But Anmi tried hard to stand up and looked around curiously.

He seemed particularly confused about where the other party's strength point was.

"that--"

So, Xie Ning, who was hanging outside the window enjoying the night breeze, sniffed, and the tip of his nose turned red from the cold.

"Can you open the window?"

He thought about it and started exchanging.

"Well, I can teach you how to get up here—and I can give you this, too."

The black furry little spider that had been hiding in his pocket couldn't wait to crawl up his clothes and stand on Xie Ning's shoulder, its two tentacles moving back and forth, with a hint of anticipation - "Choose me, choose me, choose me!"

Dad is still busy.

Anmi turned around and took a look.

The cub, who had just been 'educated' by his father, still remembered to ask for his parents' opinion.

But if parents are still busy——

Anmi jumped up, reached for the window handle, and pressed it down hard.

The window on the tenth floor of the Komisuya Hotel is a multi-frame window, which is considered panoramic. The only windows that can be opened are the two small windows on the top, located on the left and right sides of the entire window.

This place is really too high for the cubs.

He shakily used his own weight to push the window handle down, then gave the window a slight kick—

The window then opened inward.

On the other side, Fu Gan had just finished his work.

Hearing the noise - yes, the patriarch just released his tentacles to observe what the cub was doing - of course, it was not the patriarch's fault, it was mainly because the cub was too curious. Even if your tentacles were hidden in the shadows, he would dig around in the shadows, look around, and only be willing to leave after he understood.

If released properly, the cub will poke and play with it - or maybe it knows that this is part of its father's sensory organs and will roll over to invite him to join in - it is so cute and deadly.

How can I concentrate on my work?!

In the end, the parents retracted their tentacles.

Until just now——

He finished his work and took another look at the tentacles.

Just one look—heart! lungs! sudden! stop!

Seeing the very restless little cub jump up, grab the window handle and open the window -

Fu Gan: ???

Tenth floor!!!

This is the tenth floor ancestor!!!

The tentacles had just popped out to pull the cub down when Fu Gan had already arrived at the door.

Fu Gancai noticed that there was another person outside the window——

The cub was pulled by the tentacle, let out a cry, and fell down staggeringly.

Xie Ning was also shaken a bit, so he grabbed the window sill and moved to the side.

The wind from the tenth floor blew in with a whoosh.

Many items in the house were blown away - and they formed a through draft through the door that was opened by the head of the family, and then hit the head of the family's face hard.

The cubs are really cute. After having them, I always want to poke them and don’t want to work.

But sometimes, the cubs are really naughty.

How can you be so lively and energetic——

The patriarch really loves his cubs, but he has no choice but to deal with the chaotic life of raising cubs - the patriarch has a gloomy face and peels off the mess on his face.

"An!!! Mi!!!"