For a moment, I felt the air was clear and comfortable.

"Brother, this time there really wasn't a problem..."

The girl whispered in my ear, her voice very low.

"Indeed, it's probably because this guy surnamed Zhou is around."

I whispered to the girl, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

And this Fatty Zhou, who was so calm just now, was startled like a monkey at this moment, as if he understood what we meant.

I even lowered my voice quite a bit. If he didn't have some kind of ability to hear the wind, then he must have sensed the subtle emotions and breath between us as we spoke.

Fatty Zhou turned around and smiled, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"I've stayed in this hotel for a year and paid quite a bit of money, which has helped suppress some of the evil spirits."

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to drive for so long.

The only thing that both upset me and kept me going was the guests who were better than me.

You'd better be extra careful when you're traveling alone.

Before we knew it, we had smoothly arrived on the second floor!

Holy crap.

My heart was filled with a mix of emotions.

This is the second floor.

This is my first time on the second floor. The first time I came up with Fatty Zhou, I didn't get a good look at it because of the lighting.

The time we encountered the "ghost wall" (a term referring to a maze or illusion), we didn't go down to the second floor at all; instead, we kept wandering around on the third floor.

Then it took me a while to see clearly that the hallway on the second floor was quite luxurious.

It's obvious at a glance that this is definitely a high-end suite.

Even the tiles laid on the floor look smoother and more refined.

The air here carried a faint scent of incense, just like the one in the hotel.

"Master, this place is quite a good spot!"

I think those others who can't control the fat guy, like the rich devil, should live on this second floor!

Lei Jijian was also expressing his own thoughts.

I nodded and carefully looked around.

I wanted to stay here longer, but Fatty said he was in a hurry and continued to take us downstairs.

In the blink of an eye, we had arrived at the lobby on the first floor.

At that moment, the scene before us truly stunned both the girl and me.

When I first came in, it was a complete mess, covered in cobwebs, and even the suitcases were covered in layers of dust.

The fat guy had taken it down in one fell swoop, but his overall plan was still quite chaotic.

But now that we're on the first floor, it's not only much cleaner, but the layout has also been completely reorganized!

Holy crap.

The cobwebs on the counter were gone, and the yellowed registration papers were neatly stacked.

What's even more outrageous is that it used to be yellowish, but now it looks brand new!

Holy crap.

Although this thing has no practical use, it really struck me as quite amazing.

I glanced at the suitcase next to me; even the pattern on it was distorted.

If a traveler leaves, due to changes in the condition of their luggage, they might not be able to find their own suitcase.

The old pattern has been replaced with a brand new one.

When did you tidy up?

Yi Yi couldn't help but ask in surprise.

At this moment, Fatty Zhou shook his head.

He swaggered behind the counter as if it were their first meeting.

This time, however, he didn't sit in a chair, and he moved faster, without the languor he had the first time.

"How could I have time? I guess the house got the hint that I was leaving and started cleaning itself..."

As he spoke, the fat man began examining the drawers of the counter, rummaging through them for something.

Behind him was a large bag that had been taken out from the third floor.

This big bag looks bigger than what I usually carry on long trips.

This guy has really well-developed back muscles.

If it were me, I'd probably have enough to carry in half a bag.

But even with all that he's carrying, he's still searching.

But then it suddenly dawned on me that he was saying... he was cleaning the house himself?

Could it be that even filth can evolve its own consciousness?

The fat man continued, "Over the years, I've seen many people leave behind some kind of spiritual energy in this place, and this house has gradually become more sensible than I am..."

The fat man tidied up briefly and found some documents and paper and pens inside.

He then took a few more keys from the drawer of the counter.

In just a short while, he had tidied up a small backpack that was about half the size of the bag on the third floor.

The area around the counter was a complete mess, thanks to the fat man's actions.

Things are flying everywhere.

I crouched down and noticed a cloth bag in the corner under the counter.

"Aren't you going to put this back?" I asked casually.

“Unimportant things are all like this. If a guest leaves something behind and I think it might be useful, I just pile it all up here.”

The fat man continued tidying up his things nonchalantly.

At that moment, I crouched down and noticed a cloth bag in the corner under the counter.

The items inside the cloth bag reflected the sunlight overhead onto my face.

I looked closely and saw a familiar object inside.

A Buddha pendant!

Holy crap...

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before.

I quickly called Yiyi over.

As Yiyi crouched down beside me in a few steps, the Thunder Strike Sword spoke in my mind.

"Master, this is..."

And it was precisely at this moment that an alarm bell rang for me.

These are things that Lao Liu used to own!

He said it was a family heirloom passed down through generations!

How could it be such a coincidence?

Heirloom items can be sold wholesale.

My first thought was that the fat guy had stolen Old Liu's things.

In other words, Lao Liu may have driven away, but he may still be stuck in the roundabout.

I really don't believe that Old Liu could drive out in such dense fog.

Even if he himself admits to having inside information.

But no matter what, he's just an ordinary person.

This fat guy, the boss in front of me, is a devil!

If you want to deal with someone, isn't that a piece of cake?

Following this line of thought, this Fatty Zhou must have used a diversionary tactic against us before we even saw him.

That must be why his house on the first floor is so brand new!

I discussed this idea with Yiyi, but she felt that the possibility was unlikely.

Yiyi's impression of this fat man was that he was an honest person who was being bullied.

They probably won't lie to us anymore.

At this moment, I hesitated a bit, staring intently at the little bit of Buddha's head peeking out from inside the red cloth bag.

It's made of brass, and a lot of the paint has worn off, but it still has a bit of shine.