These people came in all shapes and sizes. Some had dull, vacant eyes, some had pale faces, while others looked completely reckless.
They had gathered at the front desk, anxiously shouting one after another, "Are there any vacant rooms left?"
"Exactly! We need to stay at the Evil Spirit Hotel."
"Give us a room, quickly!"
Faced with the situation, the receptionist was helpless. She stood up and said, "I'm very sorry to tell everyone this, but there are no vacant rooms left."
"What? There are no vacant rooms?"
"That's outrageous! In that case, we're not leaving."
"Exactly. It's not that we can't afford it—it's that you don't have any rooms."
The people shouted one after another. At that moment, all of their faces were filled with anxiety, as though they had sensed something.
At that moment, I was filled with astonishment.
Under normal circumstances, survivors living in the city would not stay at the Evil Spirit Hotel.
That was right. The Evil Spirit Hotel was the safest place in the entire city. As long as one stayed there, there was no need to worry about danger.
Neither humans nor ghosts could run wild in the Evil Spirit Hotel. Otherwise, they would face serious trouble.
However, the Evil Spirit Hotel was simply too expensive, and the more dangerous the city, the higher the price.
By then, the level of danger would have increased countless times over. No matter how one looked at it, unless they were driven to the absolute limit, people generally would not stay at the Evil Spirit Hotel.
The main reason was simple: they had no money!
But no one could have imagined that so many people would come this time. Judging from their appearance, it seemed they were trying to hide from something.
At that moment, the