The last time I saw him was when he was Mr. He, and he only had a few white hairs. Now, almost half of his hair is white.

It's like having withered straw stuck to your scalp, and even the wrinkles on your face can trap sand inside.

I glanced at the man briefly; his face looked as if it had been stepped on, completely lacking the clean look that Boss He had before.

Although Mr. He wasn't particularly handsome, he was at least a clean-cut and efficient person.

This person now appears quite unkempt, but his voice and physique are very similar to the previous Boss He.

In his hands were some bags, and his mouth protruded slightly more than that of the previous Mr. He.

He was grumbling and cursing.

"You little brat, I think you don't want to live anymore!"

Is this how you treat your guests?

And you're doing this without even trying to suppress the dark aura emanating from your body!

As I listened to these words, something felt familiar.

But for a moment, I couldn't figure out who it was; I could only vaguely identify the person as Boss He.

"Brother, this person looks just like that old man from the beginning!"

Is he really Boss He?

Upon closer inspection, it seems he looks quite similar to the old man from before.

The face was covered in wrinkles, and that posture, that complaining mouth...

The previous times, it was Boss He who released the white smoke.

It's just that sometimes it's strong, sometimes it's weak, and some even have a fishy-sweet taste.

The first time? The first time was when it was on the first floor, when that old man released it!

I pondered silently in my heart, and suddenly realized that perhaps this Mr. He was the old man who had trapped us at the beginning.

However, at this moment my mind became more and more chaotic, feeling like I was being filled with too much information, which made me very uncomfortable.

"Not yet," Zhou Pang said, as I continued to think about it.

"Brother He!"

Zhou Pang stopped punching, and upon seeing the old man in front of him, the bulging of his muscles instantly deflated.

The look of surprise on his face couldn't hide the fact that he was less frantic and more a little uneasy looking at Boss He.

"Why did you come out by yourself? Didn't you say on the phone that there was a test for me to deal with...?"

I thought you didn't believe me.

At this moment, Boss He took out a cane from the house, leaned on it, and slowly walked to Zhou Pang's side, patting his shoulder with his withered hand.

The old man was praising the younger man, saying, "Silly boy, why are you arguing with the customer?"

Old He's voice carried a hint of amusement, but it lacked warmth, sounding rather harsh.

But these words were genuinely meant to educate Fatty Zhou.

"This hotel will be yours from now on. You need to learn to judge people and not assume that everyone who comes to your door is a bad person."

Old He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over my and the girl's cloudy eyes, a complex light flashing within them.

Looking at that face and those eyes, I can't forget that old geezer who first knocked on the door saying it was not yet dawn.

Then he turned to Zhou Pang.

"I will definitely do my best to carry on this riverside hotel; it's the culmination of my life's work!"

Now his name is Hebin. Even if he changes his name later, whether it's Zhoubin, Pangbin, or whatever, I'll accept it and I won't care!

But you better not run the business badly! Otherwise, I'll kill you!

Zhou Pangda seemed to have been awakened by these words. Indeed, he seemed to have heard the story of this Boss He before, and his eyes were full of complex emotions.

Subsequently, the bulging muscles on Zhou Pang's body began to recede at a visible rate.

It was precisely because of this receding wave that the skin instantly loosened, like a wrinkled piece of skin hanging on the body, like skin and bones, drooping and revealing the bony collarbone.

The skin seemed to belong to him in the first place.

The fat man's mouth moved slightly, looking particularly disgusting, and he apologized to us.

He staggered back two steps, apologizing repeatedly as if he had committed a great offense.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I mistook you for someone else. I apologize for any offense I may have caused, please forgive me..."

The girl and I exchanged a strange glance.

Strangely enough, this person probably really didn't remember us!

And the move he just made really did try to kill us.

I was a little confused, but after thinking about it, I understood.

It seems that every time someone experiences a flash of white light or a cloud of white mist, that is, every time they reappear outside the riverside hotel, the memories of the other people inside are refreshed.

Or rather, the person we just met wasn't the same person at all.

And they are a microcosm of different periods!

I was completely bewildered; my mind couldn't quite process it.

Although Zhou Pang was apologizing, I don't think it was just because of the offense.

Actually, I reckon those two punches just now landed squarely on him.

He used all his strength to push it back; otherwise, he wouldn't have cried out like that when you hit him the second time.

I waved my hand, indicating it was nothing, and my grip on the lightning sword loosened considerably.

Upon seeing this, Boss He gave him a wink, and Zhou Pang then repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting, performing the proper etiquette.

I blinked, bewildered, and swallowed hard.

Seeing this, I really didn't know what to say.

The fat man who was about to attack us just moments ago has now become respectful.

Ignoring our reactions, Mr. He took out a set of keys from his pocket, handed them to Zhou Pang, and told him that there was a transfer issue with the house.

“The mezzanine in this shop was dug by me before, originally to expand the shop and store things, but now you can use it.”

"And those secret passages, those were left beforehand, many of them were blocked off, many were investigated by higher-ups, but there are still some that lead outwards, which you might need in a critical moment."

They were chatting idly there, and I could guess without even thinking that they were leaving the passage open to save their own lives.

In other words, even back when it was Boss He's time, there were already some rather difficult and formidable guests!

Hearing this, I'm already really looking forward to it.

In the last flashback, Mr. He told me that all the sea marrow he had grown had been placed in the interlayer.

Seeing Mr. He again now, with his weathered appearance, I think several years must have passed.

As for the sea marrow, it should have already been put in, right?

Just then, Mr. He stopped talking and unconsciously glanced towards the backyard.

What puzzled me was that not a single word was mentioned about the interlayer or the sea marrow.