Chapter 164 Chapter 164 Exquisite Ghost
Spit out a face!
Fu Gan was stunned.
This was the first time that Fu Gan doubted himself and his entire life.
Open the door for Zhendong! Zhendong is so fucking shocked!!!
What on earth did you eat to spit out a face?!
What special rule entry is this?
Is there such a rule in my hotel?
Oh my god, how come I didn’t know?
Forget about that for now. Who am I now? Where am I? I'm not dreaming, am I? What should I do?
Is it useful to take a baby to see a doctor in the infinite flow world?!
In just a moment, countless thoughts flashed through the parents' minds.
Fu Gan couldn't understand.
Although he slept inexplicably, after being woken up by the smash, everything became even more absurd.
Who will tell him what happened? What is the situation now?!
His kid vomited out a face! ! ! !
Anmi made a few "Pooh" sounds and then licked the corner of her lips.
Ah...all the moisture in my mouth has been sucked dry.
It feels so weird.
Anmi looked down at that 'face' again. Help, it was even stranger.
Are all the milk films in this world of this type?
It was really a surprise——
Then, An Mi's little face was held in the hands of Fu Gan, who had a pale face.
Let’s not talk about the fact that the cubs are not asleep so late.
Fu Gan held the cub's cheeks and shook it back and forth, even trying to pull up the cub's eyelids to see what was going on with the cub.
The TV ghost smelled danger.
The TV ghost slowly shrank back into the TV in panic and uncertainty - and was then dragged away by tentacles that emerged from the shadows.
Fu Gan slowly turned his gaze, his expression looking even more ferocious.
TV Ghost: ...
"No no no no no, Mr. Fu, you know me. I'm a coward. I didn't do anything!!"
There was a snap—the sound of something falling.
Anmi smacked her lips and turned to look over.
Fu Gan also looked over, and the tentacle moved even faster, pulling the package over in a flash.
"What? It's not tasty."
Anmi was very curious and watched with wide eyes.
Fu Gan was stunned for a moment, and he made a careful assessment.
"Ah, it looks like a compressed mask?"
They don't use that kind of thing here.
But because Fu Gan has communicated with the NPCs in the other two top-level copies, some of them will use this.
So I spit out a face—
The case is solved.
This crazy and shocking world.
Fu Gan let out a long breath and leaned back suddenly.
There is a feeling of decadence as if after being woken up, the mind suddenly relaxes.
It's so scary - no, it's really scary.
"Don't eat anything you want."
The patriarch finally couldn't help himself. Seeing the cub leaning over to look at him curiously, he held the cub's head and shook it back and forth vigorously.
Although it won't kill you——
ah……
The head of the family is exhausted both physically and mentally.
Is raising a cub so difficult?
He felt that what he had considered before was correct.
This is a little fool.
What a chaotic day...
After a deep silence, Fu Gan took out a towel from the side and wiped An Mi's face.
After wiping the cub's face clean, he raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.
He lifted the cub onto the bed.
Anmi was very well behaved when being carried until she was put on the bed.
Before the little guy could even sit up, his parents pushed him down again.
"sleep."
Anmi raised her hand: "Dad, this time Anmi remembers everything!"
"Remember what?"
Fu Gan hadn't come to his senses yet. He covered the little guy with a blanket and asked casually.
He was a little anxious about raising a cub at the moment - Anmi's situation was obviously different from the fixed NPCs here. He was still growing, and his talents and other abilities were also developing. He did not have a fixed role in this copy, which meant that Anmi would actually continue to grow.
Then the cubs should go to bed before nine o'clock in the evening -
But now...the cub is not asleep at 4am aa ...
Who can stay up till 4am?
Oh, it’s my baby.
"Family song!"
Anmi tried to sit up again.
Then he was pushed down by his father again.
"Now I know it! I know it completely!"
This is the result of several hours of raiding in the middle of the night.
Family song...
Fu Gan pressed his eyebrows with a headache.
Very good, this reminded him of the background music that seemed to still be ringing in his ears in his dream...
Hey? Wait, have you learned it completely?
Fu Gan had never realized before that this was a very persevering kid.
He can focus on doing one thing until he understands it thoroughly, that is to say -
"The family song that plays in the background of my dreams...?"
Anmi tilted her head in confusion.
Silence is better than words at this time.
Fu Gan: ...
"Dad? Can I..."
"No, you can't."
Fu Gan smiled elegantly and pushed the cub back.
"Now, sleep."
The TV ghost, who hadn't dared to move, wanted to escape.
It is no exaggeration to say that at this moment his head is full of family songs.
This thing is really - so brainwashing.
"Wait a minute—"
Fu Gan suddenly spoke without even raising his head.
"Clean up that pile on the floor."
Refers to the compressed facial masks scattered on the ground.
The TV ghost quickly responded and left with the compressed mask rolled up.
Of course, the TV ghost had no place to put these compressed facial masks. He thought for a long time and came to the female player's room again.
The female player hasn't slept yet.
She watched helplessly as the compressed facial mask began to spit out on the TV - one, two, three...
Finally vomited all over the floor.
The TV genius left with satisfaction.
Female player: ?????
She seems to be safe...
The female player holding the knife clanged, lowered her hand, and gasped for breath.
This ridiculous night.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the breakfast bell rang at the Komisuya Hotel.
The players looked like they had not slept well and walked towards the elevator in a daze. Only Xie Ning looked energetic.
However, relying on his young age and small stature, he easily hid behind the crowd and observed his surroundings calmly.
The cleaner was a new NPC they met today. He looked like a middle-aged man who was a bit irritable.
He was wearing blue work clothes and a mask, and the vacuum cleaner in his hand was rumbling.
A pair of malicious eyes stared straight at the players.
This was the second day of arriving at the Komisuya Hotel dungeon, and it was also the first time that an NPC showed outright hostility towards them.
Jiang Fei and Chen Chen were alert.
But it is still better to strike up a friendly conversation and try to find some key points - the first and second days are the easiest, and they need to get the most survival information.
"Huh? Asking me if anything's bothering me?"
The cleaner's voice was muffled, and he seemed to laugh, mocking and full of malice.
"It's a working day for a worker. What kind of troubles could there be? Go away. If you have nothing to do, don't come talk to me."
Chen Chen and his companions did not dare to ask any more questions. They just took note of this NPC and left quickly. After all, the clock in the hotel restaurant was still ringing. Who knew if they failed to eat on time, they would violate any rules of the hotel.
The death of Zheng Mian’s two younger brothers who were traveling with him also dealt a certain blow to Zheng Mian.
He hadn't slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little crazy and scary.
Even the look he gave his teammates was filled with malice—as if he were accusing them of something: Wasn't it agreed that the first two days would be the safest? Why did something like this happen?
Under the pressure of death and extreme terror, people with slightly weaker willpower will go crazy.
But he himself was more cautious because of what happened yesterday and hid behind his teammates.
The female player's face became even paler and stranger.
After all, although the players did not sleep well, they did sleep for a while, but she could really be said to have not slept all night.
"Something happened in my room yesterday. After breakfast, come to my room during your free time."
And after the elevator door closed.
The cleaner was sucking the dust off the floor with resentment.
Work, work, work, he doesn’t want to go to this stressful class at all!!
He wanted to go crazy, he wanted to scream, he wanted to eat all the players who made him work!!!
"There was such a big grudge the next day."
The hotel butler Shang Fu came up from behind and casually glanced at the cleaning staff whose bloody mouth was gaping behind his head.
"Isn't that good?"
He was still in disguise at the moment, calm and gentle, looking well-mannered.
"What difference does it make—"
The mouth at the back of the cleaner's head opened.
"In the end, they're all going to be eaten, all going to be eaten—and you too, you're the weird ones."
The cleaner turned the vacuum cleaner hole around and pointed it at Shang Fu.
"That's weird. How did you treat that little cub, Shang Fu? Don't you hate minors the most? How could your attitude change so suddenly after just a few words?"
Shang Fu, the hotel butler, was once promised "redemption" by a player in an A-level copy, but was ultimately severely betrayed. His resentment grew, and he entered the Komisuya Hotel, his burial place. At that time, that player relied on his young age and high affinity to commit an unforgivable crime, but ultimately succeeded in escaping from that A-level copy and is now also on the list.
Shangfu is angry all the time.
"I haven't changed my attitude."
Shang Fu spoke slowly, his voice a little distorted.
"I'm just in trouble because of Mr. Fu...just because of Mr. Fu."
"It would be better if—"
The cleaning lady laughed.
Thinking about the most outrageous one on the top floor, I couldn’t make any comments.
And downstairs.
People in the restaurant were not having a good time.
Because this time the chef was furious and insisted that food was missing. He was certain that they had stolen the food. In the end, they were exhausted both physically and mentally, and only then did they agree to find new ingredients for the chef as compensation.
Arrived in the female player's room.
The remaining seven players were all shocked and confused after hearing the female player's description of what happened last night.
"You mean, a monster came out of the TV yesterday?"
Jiang Fei raised his hand to interrupt the other person and frowned in thought.
"He didn't hurt you?"
"Yes, he asked me—"
"What?"
It is indeed a high-level copy. For these ghosts to appear in such a short period of time, some troublesome exchange must have been made.
"This is really troublesome. Today I have to interact with other guests upstairs, earn game coins, and help the chef. If the problem on your side gets more serious..."
"He asked me if I had anything to eat."
The female player finished speaking peacefully.
Jiang Fei: ? ?
"Then he found the ingredients and asked me to make him spaghetti bolognese, which he took away."
Jiang Fei: ???
Hello, do you want to listen to what you are saying?
In this high-level dungeon, a ghost knocks on your door in the middle of the night just to ask you to make spaghetti bolognese?
"Then—he took these away, and then he returned most of them. I looked at the packaging and, based on my previous experience, roughly counted them. It seemed like he had used one or two."
The female player pointed at the compressed facial masks scattered on the ground. She really didn't dare to move. How could she have sent them back? They were still lying on the ground like that.
"What is this?"
The female player became more serene—"Ah, that, it's a compressed facial mask."
Everyone: Oh, compressed noodles…what??????
Suddenly there was dead silence.
"So this...this ghost, what's the purpose?"
Finally someone asked.
Everyone looked at the compressed facial masks on the ground.
The female player shook her head.
Thinking about this ridiculous night, she raised a tired smile and, based on the feeling this copy gave her, tentatively offered a constructive answer - "Maybe he's a delicate ghost?"
Well, she really thought it was very likely.
Everyone: ...Don’t be too crazy.
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