Chapter 112 - 111: Boys Must Protect Themselves When Outside

Chapter 112: Chapter 111: Boys Must Protect Themselves When Outside

’Don’t tell me the owner’s name is Mr. Censor?’

’And his daughter is a superstar author?’

Entering the inn, He Xiaotian saw a greasy, middle-aged man behind the counter, his hands flying across the keyboard with a cheerful grin.

His ten fingers were unnaturally nimble.

GULP!

The owner would occasionally pick up the thermos to his left and take a sip. Inside the cup were, of course, a great many unidentified little red specks.

"I need a room."

"ID card. Standard single is 58, standard double is 108, room with a computer is 138, deluxe suite is 288."

’If I could use my ID to get a room, would I even be here?’

’Are you kidding me!’

He Xiaotian didn’t want anyone seeing his information.

It never hurt to be a little cautious.

"I don’t have it."

"Then I can’t get you a room."

"Double the price, for a single room. I’ll give you a five-hundred-yuan deposit up front. If it’s not enough, I’ll add more."

"Deal."

In the end, tempted by money, the inn owner fell from grace and yielded.

If money could truly make ghosts turn millstones...

...then perhaps Lei Yang and the others wouldn’t have to be so busy.

After heading up to the second floor, the owner led He Xiaotian into the room.

To be fair, even though it was a small inn, the cleanliness was impeccable.

There wasn’t a speck of dust in any place visible to the naked eye.

The bedsheets, moreover, were completely free of stains.

Nor were there any... indescribable odors wafting through the air.

"Heh heh, not a bad room, eh, young man? Don’t mind my greasy appearance. I’m actually a neat freak!"

"..."

’He said that rather smoothly.’

After the owner left, He Xiaotian took out his phone and opened a certain online shopping app.

[Once Dreamed of Roaming the World with a Sword]: "You there, dear?"

The shop owner on the other end saw the familiar username, and his eyelid twitched.

’Did you son of a bitch already master another manual?’

[I Don’t Sell Fake Manuals, I Sell Antiques]: "Dear, the *Bone Shrinking Skill* you wanted is on its way. It’ll probably arrive in another two days. I’ll contact you then."

’Whoa, the omnipotent online seller is impressive as always.’

’It’s only been a few days, and you’ve already gotten your hands on the *Bone Shrinking Skill*?’

[Once Dreamed of Roaming the World with a Sword]: "It’s not about that. Do you have any manuals that can strengthen one’s Yang Qi?"

[I Don’t Sell Fake Manuals, I Sell Antiques]: "..."

The shop owner wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

’You bastard, you’re getting more and more out of hand!’

’Yang Qi? I don’t even know what the hell that is! Where am I supposed to find it for you?’

[I Don’t Sell Fake Manuals, I Sell Antiques]: "Dear, forgive my ignorance, but what on earth is ’Yang Qi’?"

The question completely stumped He Xiaotian.

He immediately exited the chat and opened the browser app, Baidu.

[Once Dreamed of Roaming the World with a Sword]: "The ancient text *Suwen* says: ’Yang Qi is like the sky and the sun. If it loses its place, one’s lifespan will be cut short and their vitality will fade.’ Get it?"

[I Don’t Sell Fake Manuals, I Sell Antiques]: "..."

’What the fuck are you even talking about?’

’Don’t think I don’t know you went to look it up on Baidu during that pause.’

’Because I fucking searched for it too while you were looking!’

Of course, as a Crown-level seller, he wouldn’t be so blunt.

After all, professionalism came first. Even if he wanted to strangle He Xiaotian, he had to face him with a smile, even if the other person couldn’t see it.

[I Don’t Sell Fake Manuals, I Sell Antiques]: "Dear, give me some time. A batch of ancient texts was recently unearthed over in Tibet. I’ll go look for you."

[Once Dreamed of Roaming the World with a Sword]: "[Clasped Fist emoji] Thanks. I’ll wait for your good news."

He Xiaotian turned off his phone, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes to rest.

He’d been up all night yesterday, and his Spirit was somewhat fatigued.

If it had been with a bunch of pretty girls, he wouldn’t have many complaints.

But the thought of the rotting female corpse and the arm reaching out of the toilet made him utterly sick.

’It won’t even let you take a piss in peace. What kind of bullshit is this?’

Around noon, He Xiaotian woke up in a daze, the gnawing hunger in his stomach constantly reminding him it was time to eat.

He found a buffet nearby and began his "terrifying" performance.

Before the trembling eyes of the restaurant manager, a fully satisfied He Xiaotian waved goodbye and departed, not taking a single leaf of cabbage with him.

Back at the "404" inn, the middle-aged owner’s ten fingers were flying across the keyboard.

Since it was a weekday, he probably wouldn’t have many customers for the next few days.

Of course, small inns like this were always busiest on the weekends.

Why?

Don’t let your kids go out so easily, especially with male classmates.

"So boring."

He Xiaotian said with a sigh after fiddling with his phone, flopping onto the bed.

’Running around hammering ghosts when I’ve got nothing better to do... It’s actually pretty fun when you think about it.’

Lately, Liu Nan had been MIA. She hadn’t popped up to banter with him in a long time.

As for the tycoon Liu Rui, please.

The man was incredibly busy, spending over ten hours in meetings basically every day.

He had no time to shoot the breeze with an unemployed bum like him.

"Time to sleep."

He would probably have to "entertain" some evil spirits tonight, and staying up all night was pretty bad for one’s health.

He Xiaotian slept straight through until nightfall.

He picked up his phone to check the time. It was exactly midnight.

"Beautiful, this is your room. If you get too lonely and have no one to keep you company, I suppose I could talk with you about life, discuss your dreams, and maybe we could... exchange some driving tips." The owner’s sleazy voice came from outside the door. The guy was clearly up to something.

He Xiaotian paid it no mind. As long as their "driving" didn’t disturb him, it was fine.

The time jumped to one in the morning, and he found it rather strange.

’Logically speaking, shouldn’t the evil spirits be eagerly running over to get hammered by now?’

’Why is it still so peaceful?’

Just as He Xiaotian was racking his brain, there was a knock on his door.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

"???"

’In the middle of the night? Could it be the owner?’

He Xiaotian got out of bed and opened the door.

CREAK!

Whoa!

Standing outside was not the greasy middle-aged man.

On the contrary, it was a beautiful woman.

She wore a white dress that didn’t reach her knees, and her long, slender legs were clad in black stockings.

Her features were exquisite, and she had the petite build typical of a woman from the Jiangnan region.

"Hey handsome, the faucet in my room is broken. Could you come take a look?"

Her voice was so sultry it nearly turned He Xiaotian’s bones to jelly.

"I can’t. My mom told me that when a boy is out on his own, he needs to protect himself."

PFFT!

He Xiaotian thought he heard the sound of a knife stabbing a heart.

"Handsome, please help me!"

The beautiful woman wrapped her hands around his sturdy arm and pleaded while shaking it.

Vaguely, He Xiaotian felt his nose suddenly grow warm, as if something strange was about to flow out.

"Why don’t you go find the owner?"

"Oh! You mean that greasy guy? When I was checking in just now, he kept leering at me. He’s clearly not a good person. I’m afraid he’ll lose control and turn into a beast."

He Xiaotian glanced at the beauty. ’Forget the owner losing control, I’m about to turn into a beast myself!’

"But it’s the middle of the night, isn’t it? People might get the wrong idea about us."

"It’s fine, I don’t mind."

Who would have thought that after she finished speaking, He Xiaotian would continue.

"I wasn’t talking about you. I care about my reputation."

PFFT!

The sound of a knife stabbing a heart seemed to ring out once again.