Chapter Sixty-Five: An Ominous Premonition

Perhaps because they had such low moral expectations of the ghosts in the scenario, when they heard that Doctor had actually kept a backup plan, everyone felt a strange sense of relief.

They had thought they were about to suffer the tour group's rule-based punishment. They still couldn't figure out what kind of state the guide and these townspeople were in, and if the guide, who seemed so kind and harmless, suddenly turned on them because of what they'd done, they had no idea how much trouble would follow.

"But..." Hua Subai hesitated. "Actually..."

"Hmm?" Yu Xing turned to look at him, unimpressed by Hua Subai's affectedly hesitant tone. "Just say what you want to say. It's not like anyone's sewn your mouth shut."

"Take a look at what I'm wearing." Hua Subai was needled again, but good-naturedly spread his arms to show off his bright-red Fenglong uniform.

Only after he brought it up did everyone suddenly realize that, at some point, he had changed into the ceremonial outfit.

How strange. It was such an eerily vivid color, and such a grand, formal design, yet they had all unconsciously overlooked it until Boss Hua drew their attention to it.

Yan Li exchanged a glance with Medusa, and they saw the same deep thought in each other's eyes.

The others might not have thought much of it, but the two of them—especially Yan Li—were among the top deducers. If even he could overlook something he should have seen, then whatever was affecting him was stronger than he was.

Just what kind of existence was Boss Hua?

After reaching the Real level, they received even more preferential treatment from the system. It would usually agree to things like "twisting other people's impressions of you," "making people forget you exist," or "playing an