Wu Yun: “…”
Su Ziyi: “…”
Not far away, Lei Guang, who was hiding with a life-saving item: “…”
Su Ziyi thought for a moment, rubbed his empty stomach, swallowed twice, and felt a bit hungry. He whispered, “Before we leave, let’s grab some food. There probably won’t be any later tonight.”
“Okay, I’m a bit hungry too,” Wu Yun nodded, seeing how deliciously Su Ziyi was eating, indicating they should be able to eat something.
Lei Guang by the side thought the same way.
As the wailing gradually stopped, the banquet hall suddenly fell into darkness. The lights turned back on, and everyone returned to normal.
Except for the few burnt players who were carried away.
Lei Guang felt a pang in his heart. It was only the first day, and six players had already fallen. What would they do for the remaining six days?
He glanced at Wu Yun and Su Ziyi, shook his head. Although they were familiar, if he approached them to form an alliance now, he might just end up being used as cannon fodder. Moreover, because he had items, he could encounter traps even more times.
Lei Guang shifted his focus to another person, having made a decision.
As the event ended, the four of them unconsciously picked up plates and began to frantically fill them with food, attracting the peculiar gazes of the NPCs.
They ignored the stares and took the plates up the elevator together.
Chapter 47: Infinite Flow Dungeon Survival (3)
“Do not go out after 10 PM” – Hotel survival manual.
That evening, Lin Ya received two waves of visitors, not to probe but to form alliances.
By ten o’clock, the hotel fell silent.
Lin Ya opened the manual, which displayed mostly red, except for one line written in true black.
[There are ghosts among the staff; please do not get caught during the ball.]
However, this piece of true information seemed to lack comprehensiveness.
If the rules were fake, then it meant it didn’t matter when he went out.
After sending off two players, Lin Ya changed into more casual clothes, hid the meal knife in his sleeve, and stepped outside.
His room was 401, at the end of the corridor, the furthest from the elevator.
Upon closing the door, Lin Ya walked ahead unhurriedly. Next to him was room 403, across from it was room 402, and next to it was 405. Room 403 was already empty; it had originally been Li Yu’s room.
The corridor had no carpet, and the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor creaked lightly, audible even with the softest steps.
In room 406, Lei Guang’s ears perked up. He quickly got out of bed, dressed neatly, ready to respond to any situation instantly.
There was no peephole on the door, so he couldn’t see outside and could only listen intently. After a while, apart from footsteps that grew closer and then faded, there was nothing else.
It sounded like someone was coming from the direction of 401.
Lei Guang took a breath. Was it a person or a ghost outside?
Curious, but as an experienced player, he wouldn’t let his curiosity get the better of him and recklessly dash out in the middle of the night.
Because at night, it was usually the realm of the dungeon NPCs.
One could easily break their taboos without knowing and meet a silent demise at their hands, without even having time to use their items.
This was a hard-earned lesson from many players’ experiences.
So even without explicit warnings, it was best to stay inside at night.
Lin Ya was looking at a painting hanging on the wall. The painting depicted a woman in a splendid dress, slightly smiling at the camera while holding a book, with the title “Lies” showing on the exposed pages.
Lin Ya’s gaze swept past the words and continued walking, pausing when he reached room 414.
It seemed there was a man and a woman arguing inside.
He stood at the door, listening carefully.
“Stop gambling! I’m begging you! Ah—!”
“Bitch! Get away!”
“I will win back everything, you’ll get a share too, just move!”
“No! You can’t win it back! They’re setting you up! Please, just stop gambling!” The woman’s cries mixed with the man’s furious shouts, followed by a loud crashing sound before everything fell silent.
After a long time, a faint sound of rolling wheels could be heard.
Lin Ya stood motionless at the door.
Then came the sound of a door opening—
The person inside seemed a bit flustered as he grasped the handle of a suitcase, looking stiffly at Lin Ya with a forced smile: “…Did you hear anything?”
Lin Ya glanced at the red suitcase next to him and replied nonchalantly, “I heard everything.”
“…Really?” The man’s expression grew sinister: “Then you can die with her! Bitch!”
“Bang!” Lin Ya kicked him back into the room and followed, closing the door behind him.
“Who are you calling a bitch?” he said coldly, looking down from above.
The man sat on the floor, stunned: “…???” His small eyes were filled with great confusion.
Why wasn’t this person following the usual script? Wasn’t he supposed to run away?
Lin Ya could tell the other party was an NPC; he probably repeated this scenario every night, but Lin Ya was feeling irritated and decided to vent his frustration.
As a result, the male NPC faced his first beating since death. As a ghost, he shrieked and ran around, almost shedding blood tears.
After giving him a thorough beating, Lin Ya finally felt a sense of relief.
Watching as the man cowered behind the sofa, Lin Ya sat opposite him and gestured for him to open the suitcase. The man obediently opened it, revealing a woman curled up inside.
The woman’s complexion was pale, with a deep dent on her forehead, blood and flesh mingling. When she opened her eyes and saw the man’s ingratiating smile, she looked momentarily befuddled.
“Let’s talk about what happened in this hotel.”
The man and woman exchanged glances, the man reluctantly moved closer to Lin Ya and smiled ingratiatingly: “What do you want to know? I’ll tell you everything I know.”
“What has happened here before?”