nashuaworldcup Chapter 489 Manager - Reporter
Chapter 489 Manager - Reporter
Chapter 489 Manager - Reporter
The manager didn't intend to attack; instead, he screamed into the eerie darkness:
"Why!"
"Why should we be the only ones who die? Why should you... why should you treat the Fuling Hotel like a game, trampling and playing with it at will?!"
I don't really like that sentence.
The boy's voice drifted lightly from the darkness.
"Nobody wants to come here."
The boy seemed to chuckle, but his voice was cold, more like Leng Zhao's.
"Similarly, you can also leave here."
"..."
The darkness that enveloped the person and the cat slowly dissipated.
In the vast, silent office, the manager stood still, his body now a twisted mass of fleshy, rotting flesh, beneath which lay a large patch of pink and white writhing brain matter.
"……leave……"
The half-rotten lips twitched, and the brain on the other side twitched along with them.
A low, husky laugh echoed in the office.
The laughter started as a soft, low murmur and grew louder and louder until it echoed throughout almost the entire office.
"...How do I leave?"
The manager stood there muttering to himself. The brains hidden beneath his skin began to detach from his body and cling to every corner of the office, slowly squeezing through cracks in the walls and doors until they disappeared.
“I can’t leave… I can never, ever leave the Fuling Hotel… I… am a sinner…”
The manager muttered to himself.
The office lights slowly went out.
One by one, the lamps were slowly turned off, until finally, the world was plunged into deathly darkness.
In the darkness, a creature that looked humanoid lowered its head—
Wow!
A series of wriggling, elastic prototypes fell to the ground, making eerie, sticky, thumping sounds.
—If He Lingling and Xu Han were here now, they would probably feel terrified.
Especially Xu Han.
As the only person who witnessed the male reporter attacking him with his "eyeballs" last night, the psychological trauma he suffered must have been immense.
Unfortunately... Xu Han isn't here.
So no one knew that the male reporter from last night was actually the same person as the manager.
But, does nobody really know?
Between the cracks in the office wall, a tiny vortex slowly disappeared into the darkness, and the eyeball that had been hiding within it slowly vanished.
At the same time, the nun sitting in the room suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The eyeball-shaped prop in her hand shattered into pieces, scattering scarlet fragments all over her.
The shepherd standing nearby was terrified at the sight, wanting to step forward but not daring to.
In the end, he simply ran quickly to the coffee table, poured a glass of water, and handed it to the nun.
"Sister, perhaps you should have some water to soothe your throat first..."
"...Ahem."
The nun coughed a few times, and the bright red bloodstains at the corners of her mouth made her beautiful but pale face look even more ghostly. The white cloth covering her eyes was also splattered with blood.
"...This time, the props weren't wasted."
The nun took the water, drank a sip, and coughed, saying, "I saw the BOSS's true face."
It was worth it for her to use a points item worth nearly three thousand.
Mu Gui's eyes widened. "BOSS?"
So far, the BOSS hasn't appeared yet, has it?
"Ah."
The nun put down her glass and said calmly, "He's a man who doesn't look very old. He's quite young, and he's probably quite handsome."
As she finished speaking, the nun's lips curved upwards.
"What a pity," the nun sighed. "It's a shame he's a boss in a game instance, otherwise I would definitely have a good chat with him and ask him if he would be willing to be my medicine man for a few days."
Pastoral Rules: "..."
The forced smile on his face became even more strained, and he nodded stiffly.
"You're right..."
"Pity……"
The nun was also a little tired. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up from the sofa and walked towards the bathroom, turning back to throw a bottle of medicine into Mu Gui's hand.
"Just like last night, spray the medicine behind the door."
The nun raised her hand and slowly untied the white cloth tied behind her head. "Then you can rest."
"Get a good rest tonight, tomorrow is the last day."
The shepherd hurriedly took the medicine and bowed his head. "Yes, I know—"
Last day?!
Shepherd Gui looked up in astonishment, only to see the backs of the nuns who were blindfolded and walking into the bathroom.
He dared not ask any more questions, and hurriedly ran to the door, quickly pouring the medicine in his hand little by little behind the door, his heart tightening with each drop.
...The nun's potions were very valuable, which was one of the reasons why she held such a high position within the Black Robe Church.
Potions are roughly divided into two types: protective and confusing. The former protects players within the potion's surrounding area when they fall, while the latter's effect is quite brutal, generally causing players to become confused or for strange NPCs to fight each other...
It's a pretty useful talent skill.
Shepherd believed that the side effects of such a useful talent skill must also be hard to imagine.
Unfortunately, so far, the nun has not shown any side effects, either in town or in the game.
It's as if... her innate skills have no side effects.
How could such a good thing happen?
The sound of grotesque creatures scratching at the door could be heard coming from just outside.
Mu Gui felt a chill run down his spine, so he quickly finished pouring the medicine and ran back to his room to sleep.
Since the nun told him to rest, he should just obey.
In the bathroom.
The nun standing in front of the mirror had removed her blindfold. She gazed quietly at the beautiful woman in the mirror, the pleasant smile on her lips slowly fading away.
very beautiful.
The nun always knew she was beautiful.
That's how it is in reality.
The beautiful woman in the mirror reached out and touched her face. Her fingers were fair and slender, with delicate and slender knuckles. Her jade-like fingers seemed to have never done any rough or trivial work.
It would be nice if that were true.
The nun slowly lowered her head, gazing at her slender, fair hands, which she had nurtured. She slowly spread her fingers, observing and admiring them—
Until that hand suddenly changed its appearance.
These are hands weathered by time, with large, twisted knuckles, and covered in various scars... Burns, cuts, rot, and subsequent healings leaving thick, proliferating scars... There are so many, like layers upon layers of scars, one after another, a shocking sight.
When the nun looked up again, the beautiful woman in the mirror had changed.
In the mirror, there was a sallow complexion, deeply lined with wrinkles, dark circles under the eyes, and undeniable wrinkles, along with dry, chapped lips…
Who is this?
The nun raised her hand expressionlessly and touched the lifeless, indifferent eyes in the mirror, letting out a soft laugh.
"...So it was me..."