It was called the Evil Spirit Hall, but on closer inspection, it looked like someone had walked into a luxurious hotel suite.
A bed, a sofa, a television... a computer, and what seemed to be an internet cable?
It had every daily necessity.
Someone could give you five hundred thousand and have you live here for a year without leaving... the kind of place where you could stay until you went bankrupt.
For a brief moment, Ma SIR 2.0 felt as though he had opened the wrong door... If not for the enormous nine-headed shadow cast by the candlelight, which was so conspicuous.
Ximen Ka, A Xing... the Dancer, and Xiao Luo SIR followed Ma SIR 2.0 inside one after another. Naturally, they all saw the old man squatting in the corner, reading a newspaper on the toilet.
"Everyone, be careful. This old man... is probably no ordinary person!" Ma SIR 2.0 spread his arms to block everyone and slowly retreated. "I can sense an aura similar to that."
"He... he's squatting on the toilet. How could he not look unusual?" Ximen Ka rolled his eyes in exasperation.
Rumble--!
The sudden noise startled everyone... but it was indeed the sound of a toilet flushing. The old man in the corner folded up his tabloid, pulled up his pants, and walked slowly toward them with an expression that was neither a smile nor a frown.
"Heh, heh, heh. It's been a long time since any living people came here."
"Everyone, be careful!" Ma SIR 2.0 spread his arms again, shielding everyone as he retreated step by step.
But the mysterious old man suddenly stopped.
"Why did he stop?" Ma SIR 2.0's expression turned solemn. "Is he preparing some ultimate move?!"
"My... my leg's numb." The old man slowly said, "I sat