Xu Fan asked the guesthouse owner, "Do you mean I can't stay here because I didn't make a reservation?"

The guesthouse owner sized Xu Fan up and down.

What is your blood type?

Type O.

Do you have any bad habits?

"No."

Do you have any blood-related diseases?

"No."

The guesthouse owner wrote down all the questions and then went to the back lounge to make a phone call.

After a while, the guesthouse owner came out from backstage with a smile.

"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. You can stay here. I'll get you a room right away."

"It must be really inconvenient to find accommodation here."

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do. That's what the higher-ups say, so as a small business owner, I can only obey."

Xu Fan witnessed the boss putting the pen that the multi-faceted beast had transformed into into his pocket.

Only then did he feel relieved enough to follow the others upstairs.

Apart from Xu Fan, everyone else carried a lot of luggage, especially Jiajia, whose suitcase was twice the size of the others.

"Hey, you stinky men, can't you even lend a hand?"

Everyone pretended not to see and ran back to their rooms as fast as they could.

"Pah, they're all heartless."

As soon as Xu Fan entered the room, he felt that the room was very strange.

The room's furnishings and wall decorations all felt very awkward.

Xu Fan began pacing around the room, trying to figure out where that sense of disharmony came from.

Suddenly, without warning, Xu Fan pointed his fingers like hooks and grabbed directly at his own shadow.

A wolf, entirely black, was dragged alive from the shadows by Xu Fan.