"It's time to close for the day, I'll be hanging up soon. Dear guest, I wish you a speedy recovery and a pleasant trip!"
After saying that, he hung up abruptly without waiting a second longer.
At the same time, Yuan Qingli heard a long, resonant bell ringing from outside the door, echoing throughout the entire circus.
She glanced down at the landline screen; it was 10 PM.
So fast?
Yuan Qingli was shocked.
"I was in so much pain in my room, it should have been at most an hour, how did three hours suddenly pass? Is time sold by weight?"
After hearing what Yuan Qingli said, Mu Yingshan seriously answered her questions.
"There's nothing strange about it."
"Hmm? Then please explain this to me using the concepts of your cultivation world." Yuan Qingli used a tissue from the front desk to skillfully wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.
He then used the only clean spot on the paper to wipe his red-stained fingers.
"Although I haven't fully recovered my strength, my perception hasn't been weakened. The flow of time in this small inn is indeed abnormal. According to the course of time..."
"We'll talk about that later. First, get me to the service hall... If we don't get there soon, I might die from blood loss in this instance."
Yuan Qingli felt a headache coming on.
Is the sword immortal also a part-time astronomer?
If he were to continue, he would inevitably have to discuss "A Brief History of Time".
“We must be back in the rest area before 11 o’clock.”
Mu Yingshan remained silent about being interrupted, seemingly having taken it to heart.
He handed the scabbard to Yuan Qingli, his tightly pursed lips revealing a casual air: "Help me."
Yuan Qingli pushed open the sword sheath and narrowed her eyes.
"After vomiting blood, he became much more conscious."
If Yuan Qingli hadn't been pale and hadn't had a faint trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, Mu Yingshan would have almost believed her nonchalant words.
He turned his head and saw the girl in the cheongsam suddenly raise the corners of her mouth, a strange smile appearing on her face.
"It's just a splitting headache, like there's an excavator inside my brain. Heh, if it hurts all night, I probably won't obediently go into the dungeon."
Mu Yingshan once again felt that murderous aura that could tear his soul apart.
What a promising talent! After he falls into demonic possession, he'll definitely be a little worse than me.
The probing gaze was interrupted by Yuan Qingli.
"Walk."
The service lobby is not far from the rest area, located in the middle of the rest area and the performance hall.
It was very quiet along the way.
If Yuan Qingli remembers correctly, this should be the time when tourists return to the rest area after watching the performance, so why is there no one here?
She didn't encounter a single person on the way until she arrived at the service hall.
As soon as she entered the service hall, she felt as if she were enveloped in a warm and comfortable atmosphere, and the pain lessened considerably.
A wooden box filled with bright and beautiful roses was placed in the center of the hall.
The perimeter is surrounded by white fences with varying textures, and right in front of the gate, a proud rose adorns the top of the fence.
Roses, how come I see them everywhere? Is it a persistent ghost or an insatiable pursuit?
Warm yellow light poured down, spreading out a delicate luster like ink splashed on paper.
Staff members dressed in clown costumes of various colors came and went in the lobby.
Yuan Qingli's gaze swept over the rainbow, and it was complete.
When she entered, everyone stopped in their tracks and didn't move an inch, not even blinking.
It's like someone pressed the pause button on a television.
This eerie stillness was like a stagnant pool of water, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.
Seeing this, Mu Yingshan unusually spoke first: "They're all not moving. Who do you want to ask?"
Yuan Qingli turned her head: "How about we play rock-paper-scissors? Each of us chooses a color, and the color of the winner is the first person we greet?"
Mu Yingshan's eyes widened in surprise, as if asking, "Are you serious?"
Yuan Qingli sighed softly; she had no thoughts at the moment.
Princess Iron Fan, whose stomach aches as much as if she were crawling into Sun Wukong's body, is probably an even more mischievous hedgehog than Sun Wukong.
They had no idea which color clown costume the staff member was wearing to ask for help.
“There’s another way.” She looked up at the warm light that wasn’t too bright and smiled slightly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Qingli had already walked over.
She approached a staff member dressed in a yellow clown costume. Her voice, hoarse from coughing up blood, only added to her gentleness.
"Hello……"
The staff member in the yellow clown costume mechanically rolled his eyes, like a doll getting its eyes put on for the first time.
Yuan Qingli remained expressionless and continued, "I'm here to apply for a job."
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