The dried corpse's exploration of Room 002 had obviously ended in failure, costing him several lives for nothing.
But the notes he left behind provided Jiang Qiao with crucial information.
"He doesn't know that he's already a ghost."
"He only thinks he's the special one. He's probably even secretly pleased that he can revive."
Jiang Qiao shook his head.
He recalled something he had read before crossing over.
People living in small places mocked people from big cities, saying they were like eunuchs in a palace: they had seen a glamorous world, but had no future of their own—not even descendants.
People living in big cities mocked those from small places, saying they were like livestock in a pigsty: they had seen and experienced nothing, yet had bred a whole litter.
In fact, most people were a combination of eunuchs and livestock.
The pot calling the kettle black. Everyone was more or less the same.
Wasn't the contempt that the Living Dead represented by the dried corpse felt toward the Awakened on the outskirts exactly the same?
People on the outskirts would die when they encountered danger, but if they found an exit, they could leave, however slim the chance.
The Living Dead in the inner area wouldn't die when they encountered danger, but even if they found an exit, they probably still couldn't leave.
Because they had already become part of the inn.
He sighed.
Jiang Qiao continued reading the information in the little notebook.
``` [Aside from Room 002 and the room cards or keys leading to other floors, I haven't found any other way to leave.]
[But a long time ago, I saw a record in another little notebook. I once learned a piece of information from some other companions.]
[Every so often, a special attendant will