Many things did not actually need to be spelled out.
In the First Floor Hall of the hotel, Nan Tian silently shook his head as he looked at Li Yuan, who seemed to have fear written all over her face and looked as though she wanted to shrink into the Sofa.
According to the [Traveler Rules], they could not discuss those rules, but merely looking at the changes in everyone's expressions, many things had already become mutually understood.
For example, right now, aside from people who had known each other beforehand outside the hotel, like him and Wang Da Fu, everyone else had consciously left an extra seat between themselves on the Sofa.
A barrier called distrust had silently appeared between them.
...A ghost?
Nan Tian narrowed his eyes, discreetly sweeping his gaze over those around him.
Yi Xiu was still the same as ever, wearing a hat and resting his chin on one hand as he stared toward the front desk, seemingly lost in thought. Li Anjue remained characteristically quiet, his eyes hidden beneath his bangs.
Perhaps unable to stand Li Yuan's pathetic appearance as she curled up on the Sofa, Zhou Zhuang simply decided that out of sight was out of mind. He sat off to one side and continued doing one-handed push-ups, sweating away.
As for Wang Da Fu...
Nan Tian glanced back at the card machine driver beside him, whose body was tense as he squeezed his eyes shut and continuously chanted scriptures under his breath. The corner of Nan Tian's eye twitched.
The man had clearly come prepared. One hand tightly gripped the jade Guanyin hanging around his neck, while the other kept counting a string of sandalwood Prayer Beads.
...But that was not the problem.
The biggest problem was that Wang Da Fu had