Chapter 65: Circus on the Other Side (19)

"It's time to get off work, so I'll hang up immediately. Guest, I wish you a speedy recovery and a happy trip!"

After saying that, I really didn’t wait for a second and hung up immediately.

At the same time, Yuan Qingli heard a long bell ringing from outside the door that penetrated the entire circus.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the phone screen. It was 22 o'clock.

So fast?

Yuan Qingli was shocked.

"I was in so much pain in the room that I could hold on for an hour. Why did three hours suddenly pass? Is this time sold by the pound?"

After hearing what Yuan Qingli said, Mu Yingshan answered her questions seriously.

"Nothing surprising."

"Huh? Then please help me explain it using your concepts in the world of cultivation." Yuan Qingli borrowed the paper at the front desk and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth skillfully.

Then he wiped his red fingers with the only clean spot on the paper.

"Although I have not regained all my strength now, my perception has not been weakened. The flow of time in this small hotel is indeed abnormal. According to the process of time..."

"We'll talk about this later. Send me to the service hall first... If I don't go, I might end up hanging in this instance due to excessive blood loss."

Yuan Qingli only felt pain in her head.

The swordsman also works as an astronomer?

For him to continue talking, he must not discuss "A Brief History of Time".

"We have to be back in the dugout by eleven."

Mu Yingshan didn't say anything about being interrupted, and seemed to have listened.

He handed the scabbard to Yuan Qingli, and his pursed lips revealed a sense of casualness: "Hold on."

Yuan Qingli pushed away the scabbard and squinted her eyes.

"I vomited blood, but my consciousness became much clearer."

If it weren't for Yuan Qingli's pale complexion and the faint blood red at the corner of her mouth, Mu Yingshan would have almost believed her when he heard her calm words.

He turned around and saw the cheongsam girl suddenly raised the corners of her mouth with a strange smile on her face.

"It's just a splitting headache, as if there's an excavator living in my head. Haha, if it hurts all night, I might not leave the dungeon."

Mu Yingshan once again felt the murderous aura that could tear his soul apart.

What a good seedling. After being possessed by the devil, he will definitely be a little worse than himself.

The probing gaze was interrupted by Yuan Qingli.

"Walk."

The service hall is not far from the rest area and is located in the middle of the rest area and the performance hall.

It was very quiet along the way.

If Yuan Qingli remembered correctly, this point should be the time when tourists returned to the rest area after watching the performance. Why didn't they see anyone?

Until she arrived at the service hall, she didn't meet anyone on the way.

As soon as she entered the service hall, she felt like she was enveloped in warmth and comfort, and her pain was reduced by two points.

A wooden box of bright and brilliant roses was placed in the center of the hall.

The edge is surrounded by white fences with different textures. Opposite the gate, there is a rose with its head raised, occupying the top of the fence.

Rose flowers, how come she can see them everywhere? Is this a lingering ghost or a tireless pursuit?

Warm yellow light pours down, spreading out a delicate luster like splashing ink.

Staff members wearing clown costumes of various colors came and went in the hall.

Yuan Qingli glanced at it, and the seven-color rainbow was complete.

When she entered the door, everyone stopped in unison, did not move again, and did not even blink.

It's like, like someone pressed the pause button on the TV.

This strange tranquility is like a pool of stagnant water that cannot make any waves.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yingshan rarely spoke first: "They haven't moved yet. Who do you want to ask?"

Yuan Qingli turned her head: "How about we play rock, paper, scissors? Each person chooses a color, and the winning color will be the first person we greet?"

Mu Yingshan's eyes were startled, as if asking, are you serious?

Yuan Qingli sighed slightly, she had no thoughts now.

Princess Iron Fan, whose stomach hurts as if she was crawling into Monkey King, may be a more naughty hedgehog than Monkey King.

I didn’t even know where to go to ask for help from the staff wearing what color clown suit.

"There is another way." She raised her head, looked at the warm light that was not dazzling, and smiled slightly.

After the words fell, Yuan Qingli had already walked over.

She came to a staff member wearing a yellow clown suit. Her voice was a little hoarse from coughing up blood, but she was even more gentle.

"Hello……"

The staff member in the yellow clown suit moves his eyes mechanically, like a doll with eyes for the first time.

Yuan Qingli's expression remained unchanged as she continued: "I'm here to apply."