For a moment, Wang Rui had no idea how to describe Dorm 108.
If he had to describe it... it probably looked like the scene of a murder where someone had chopped up a body inside the room and was now washing everything down.
The floor was covered in water. When Wang Rui lowered his head, he could see his reflection on the surface. Dirty rags soaked in two full basins lay nearby, while a brush with a little foam on it sat across the middle of the room, inexplicably giving off a miserable air. Thank goodness this was the first floor. Otherwise, if the water leaked through and flooded the floor below, the two people in the room might have had to compensate Shrek for who knew how much.
The ceiling and walls were also a damp dark gray, as if someone had gone over them with an extremely wet rag.
...Whether they were wiping bloodstains off the ceiling or clearing away cobwebs, Wang Rui felt that the Light Goddess Butterfly martial soul should not have been used this way.
Those who could fly really did whatever they wanted.
Wang Dong's bedboard had been lifted as well, exposing the bare metal frame beneath. The originally pale yellow wooden board had turned a wet reddish brown, making it look rather unfit for sleeping.
Thank heavens, both people in the room were safe and sound, so they probably were not cleaning up blood.
An Wen was curled up listlessly on the bed. She looked like a big cat cornered in the bathroom by its owner, hiding in the corner to avoid being bathed. Her face was filled with regret and utter despair.
Meanwhile, Wang Dong held a dripping wet rag in her hand and crouched beside the table, diligently wiping its