Walking through the corridor of the guest room on the second floor, Xie Chen slowly came to the corner of the stairs.
I saw the door of the banquet hall below, which happened to be slowly opening at this moment.
Xie Chen squinted his eyes, obviously not believing it.
Could it be that it was the time when the banquet hall was closed?
Then don't you have to wait some more time?
Xie Chen gritted his teeth. He had forgotten to estimate the time, but there was no tool in the hotel that could confirm the specific passage of time.
I was just about to walk back to avoid the guests coming out of the banquet hall.
But he was surprised to find that only one person came out of the banquet hall, and he was carried by a hat waiter.
I saw two hat waiters lifting the man over their heads with force and throwing him out of the banquet hall with disgust on their faces.
The man obviously struggled, and he probably felt a lot of pain when he fell to the ground.
But he still got up as quickly as possible and prepared to return to the banquet hall.
Unfortunately, the door closed very quickly, and the two hat waiters with disgusting expressions did not give him this chance at all.
The poor guy's face also hit the door of the banquet hall, and he stumbled and fell back.
But he still didn't give up. He still pressed against the door of the banquet hall, trying desperately to find a gap to get in.
"Being kicked out?"
An idea flashed through Xie Chen's mind. Although there were conditions in the rules that could satisfy the conditions for being kicked out of the banquet hall, it also proved that this guy must quickly recognize who he really is.
But looking down from a high position, this guy even had his hands gone. He was rubbing his face against the door, and his teeth were bleeding all over the floor. He looked so miserable.
It really has nothing to do with "clean".
But the question also arises, why did the hat waiter throw this irrelevant guy out of the banquet hall?
According to my own speculation in the room, wouldn't leaving this guy in the banquet hall help the "evil thoughts" to be nourished?
The scene in front of me broke all the conjectures I had just had.
Xie Chen's feet felt a little weak and he just wanted to return to the room quickly.
If your guess turns out to be wrong, then the direction is all wrong.
If you want to overthrow and re-establish it, you must re-research certain rules and find loopholes from beginning to end.
It will undoubtedly consume more time.
But even if you are not willing to do so, there is nothing you can do about it. It is better than making the same mistake again and again and losing your life.
Xie Chen took two steps back, preparing to turn around and return to his room.
The floor beneath my feet made a squeaking sound.
I almost forgot that there was something wrong with the material of the floor at the corner of the corridor.
Although the sound was soft, except for the banquet hall, the entire hotel was actually very quiet outside.
Stepping on it is like throwing a cannon outside.
Now he was not the only one, there was also a guest below who was kicked out of the banquet hall and was probably furious now.
Even though he was bleeding and couldn't even see his eyes clearly, it didn't mean that this guy was easy to mess with.
Although he may no longer have self-awareness, and even all the scenes he can see have become illusions, the worst thing is this.
In the illusion, what kind of person did he become in his eyes?
Before he could get ready to run, the guy rubbing against the door of the banquet hall had already stopped and looked up the stairs.
I was also noticed by him.
Xie Chen quickly took out his pocket watch. Before he could press it, this guy was already rushing towards him.
His face was full of madness, and his eyes were visibly lost, without any trace of humanity.
The exposed saliva had formed a line in mid-air, and the source was still hanging at the corner of his mouth.
Xie Chen quickly pressed the button. He had already run halfway up the stairs. In about two seconds, he would be almost in front of him.
Xie Chen's breathing was a little rapid, but he didn't rush to the room.
This guy didn't even have hands, and all he had on his face was an expression of longing.
This kind of emotion is easily affected and contagious, and Xie Chen doesn't want the newly recovered sober mind to fall into trouble with the infected guests in front of him at this moment.
Xie Chen quickly calmed down and silently recited the music content written down on the white cardboard.
Although it doesn't make any sound, the effect is particularly noticeable, even more noticeable than the food on the white dinner plate.
Xie Chen was also happy in his heart.
Originally, after I woke up in my room, I heard these lyrics and wrote them down on a cardboard.
My mind was still groggy at the time, but when I tried to decipher those lyrics, my physical discomfort recovered quickly.
Only then did I guess that the reason why I couldn't hear the specific content of the lyrics clearly before was because Buddhist scriptures appeared in hell.
So for these guests, the chance of leaving here is even greater.
"Evil thoughts" and the incarnations of these evil thoughts, plus the fact that life and death are inherently separated by yin and yang, will naturally try their best to block these things.
How on earth could I hear it at that moment? Maybe it was because I was not really dead.
Except that I can't remember my name, my other general life experiences are still in my brain.
I know better than anyone whether I am alive or dead.
After some testing, the recorded scriptures are indeed effective, which proves that the general direction of the original idea should not be wrong.
This still refers to the relationship between hell and Buddhism.
As for how the handless man in front of him was kicked out of the banquet hall, you need to find out for yourself.
Even if he doesn't need the food on the white plate, he can avoid being eroded by "evil thoughts". In addition, the general direction he guessed in the room was not wrong, so he doesn't need to run away.
Xie Chen clenched his hands and formed a similar fist stance.
What happened to me was that I had been sent to a boxing gym for a summer vacation. Although I didn't learn much and the time I spent studying was short, my current physique was no joke.
A minute passed quickly.
The handless man who rushed towards him quickly punched him with his cheek before he could regain his balance.
I tried my best, even using the so-called waist strength.
The handless man who had just climbed to the second floor fell directly to the bottom of the stairs.
Xie Chen looked disgusted at this time.
The entire fist of his right hand was covered in this guy's saliva, and a foul smell instantly hit his head.
Maybe after being punched by himself, this guy didn't react and fell from upstairs to downstairs, but it didn't seem to kill him.
The guy's staggering figure began to stand up slowly, followed by a strange cry from his throat. Xie Chen also frowned, as if he had heard this sound somewhere before.
Because he didn't see him taking action, maybe this guy thought he had fallen.
Looking at himself standing upstairs, the handsless man's face was full of resentment. It could be seen in his eyes that his brain's thinking seemed to have recovered a little.
The anger felt like it was tearing itself apart.
It's actually very simple.
The two people attacked each other, but before the fight started, one of them fell to the ground in front of the other.
It is undoubtedly a very embarrassing thing.
But Xie Chen didn't want to laugh at this guy. He had drooled on his own hand, and now he had no desire to beat him.
But at least try to wake it up.
Let me ask again, why on earth were you kicked out of the banquet hall?
You may not be able to figure out why, but you can try.
Xie Chen put on the original boxing stance again.
This guy was even faster than before, and it only took less than two seconds to rush up the stairs.
Xie Chen kicked him this time, avoiding kicking him back downstairs, and instead hit the wall of the stairs next to him with his whip leg.
A painful scream came from his mouth.
Xie Chen immediately kicked him on the chest again.
Because he has no hands, even though the Handless Man struggles, he can only rely on his head or legs to find a way to fight back.
But on the offensive, Xie Chen didn't give him any chance.
Want to break free immediately?
Wouldn't it be too shameful to have both hands and feet?
After a while, Xie Chen leaned his back against the handrail of the stairs, panting.
Looking at the handless man in front of him whose consciousness was on the verge of collapse, Xie Chen breathed a sigh of relief. At least this guy no longer had any ability to resist.
This guy hit the wall and hit him at least twenty times, each blow with almost all his strength.
His physique and strength are different from ordinary people. In this case, the handless man is not dead yet.
Although the entire face was distorted, and even the saliva was mixed with blood, at least the throat could still make sounds, and even the eyelids could blink.
The chest that had received the most blows was even shriveled up, and it was estimated that many ribs were broken.
But it can still rise and fall slightly.
This guy can still breathe.
It also proved his original conjecture.
This is really hell, so all the guests, including myself, will not die.
Strictly speaking, in the context of the rules here, they are already considered dead.
But in the banquet hall before, why did the guests who were mutilated by the mutant waiters dissipate into points of light?
I didn't understand the reason myself.
Are they considered dead?
Or has it entered another state?
