Looking at the waiter in front of me, I felt increasingly uneasy.

They appeared out of nowhere, on the second floor, and asked us if we wanted to stay in a room.

Moreover, his ever-changing emotions—first enthusiastic, then suddenly arrogant, then humble again…

Could this be something a person with normal emotions would say?

I have a feeling that this waiter in front of me is not human!

As for what it is, I haven't figured it out yet.

The moment I saw him, I had already activated my third eye, but the emotions emanating from him were as changeable as he was.

It occasionally reveals a hint of blackness, which then transforms into a pure act of kindness.

Compared to his physical body and these changes, I feel that his will within the human body is stronger.

Or rather, I feel that what's standing in front of us is just an idea!

How could someone lift such a heavy counter with their bare hands and then put it back together?

How can a waiter be so familiar with matters related to suppressing evil spirits?

What's going on?

"You're lying, kid! Fatty Zhou told us everything he needed to say before he left, and he didn't mention any wood that could suppress evil spirits, or that old man from earlier. You're saying he doesn't exist?"

But are we seeing things?

He just exhaled a puff of white mist, and then you appeared!

After I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that the waiter seemed to be trying his best to suppress his expression.

He looked very uncomfortable in his white work clothes.

I noticed that his shoulders and knees were slightly twisted.

I find it hard to associate him with a normal waiter.

At that moment, his face turned pale.

The hand gripping the counter tightened even more.

"What old man... what boss are you talking about? Our boss's surname is He!"

Moreover, our boss is a very generous person; he even gave me this piece of wood before!

"I don't know anyone with the surname Zhou!"

At this point, the waiter's attitude became very firm.

Hearing his words, I was even more confused.

What? Isn't this Fatty Zhou's hotel? From the moment we met Fatty Zhou until he left, we didn't have the slightest doubt.

It can be said that this Mr. Zhou is a perfect fit for this hotel.

The only difference is this young man in front of me; I think he's here to scam people.

"What do you mean? Explain in detail! What do you mean by the surname He?!"

"Do I need to explain this much? My boss isn't that old, he's just a middle-aged man, and he's always smiling."

Furthermore, we've carved out a lot of space within this hotel. Our rooms are selling so well that opening more rooms would not only meet the needs of local businessmen and travelers, but also allow us to earn more money.

Otherwise, guess where I got this suit from!

Not only that, we also grow our own food and cook our own meals... right behind the hotel! One day, we can gradually develop the catering business as well!

Listening to this guy's nonsense, I was stunned and really felt that he was making up a story.

Not only are they making up stories, but they're making them up exceptionally well.

What does this mean?

They have the audacity to say how well it sells, even though this place is practically deserted.

I can say I approve of this guy's professional attitude.

To describe such a deserted place as wonderful is truly remarkable.

If he were to work in a real estate sales office, he would definitely do a better job than this.

"Stop, you should stop now."

You say you don't know the old man, but we saw it clearly. How do you explain that?

You said this place was very prosperous, but in reality, it's the complete opposite of what you said.

Furthermore, there's no cultivated land here as you described, so we can't grow our own vegetables.

I interrupted the young man, and then my words became very serious.

Not only that, the electric sparks on the surface of the lightning sword in his hand had also diminished.

I know that Lei Jijian didn't intend to kill him again.

Judging from his appearance, he probably doesn't want to harm us.

If it were a matter of making a move, I think this waiter could have done it much earlier. There was no need for us to attack him first. To be honest, with his strength, I doubt the girl and I could beat him even if we used all our strength.

After hearing what I said, the waiter also looked unconvinced.

They even looked at me like I was a scammer.

Would I lie to you?

"Master, I think this guy is a bit delirious. Maybe he's some kind of wandering ghost..."

The sound of lightning striking the sword echoed in my mind, and I wholeheartedly agreed with it.

If the young man in front of us is a normal person, whether he's a waiter or just passing by, he seems very familiar with this place, but we haven't heard any messages.

His current outfit makes him look like a waiter who was specifically etched from memory.

This contrasted sharply with the dilapidated and sparsely populated hotel.

This contrasts sharply with the unkempt, pot-bellied Zhou Pangzi, who was wearing a tank top and shorts.

The important point is that he said he didn't know Fatty Zhou, and Fatty Zhou had never mentioned him.

Since he meant no harm and was quite kind to us, I saw no need to kill him.

At that moment, I saw him trembling uncontrollably, and I didn't know what to do.

It seemed that the current environment made him very uncomfortable.

"Stop joking, there's definitely some here, and our boss, Brother He, is already going to find the materials to cultivate the land! Within a year, we'll definitely be able to eat fresh vegetables..."

I'll get a share too!

If you come to stay with me, I won't feed you; I'll let you starve!

The waiter's attitude suddenly became very strong again.

It completely stunned me.

As the arc of electricity from the lightning sword lingered for a long time, the young man appeared even more uneasy.

He was trembling, clutching his arms with both hands.

"Hey, could you please put away what you're holding first, brother?"

This thing of yours scares me!

"Don't hit me later!"

At that moment, the waiter's face began to contort, as if he were issuing orders to me, baring his teeth.

He kept moving his legs backward, while his hands hugged his arms and shoulders, rubbing them repeatedly, as if he had witnessed something extraordinary.

That trembling seemed to originate from a fear of the unknown passed down from ancient times.

Even a few seconds later, he was about to collapse to the ground and convulse.

"Hurry up, hurry up! That beam of light is about to hit me!"

The waiter roared, but the sword in my hand was clearly far away from him and had no light.