Why Aren't You Wearing Any Clothes?

Yu Xing yawned and vaguely heard some whispers coming from the corridor.

He opened the door nonchalantly, and as soon as the door opened, something rolled to his feet and stopped hitting the tip of his shoe.

Yu Xing lowered his head and met the gaze of a pale human head.

The person's head was tilted to the side, but their face was facing him. Half of their face was covered in blood and gore, staining their face and hair filthy.

The look of terror still lingered on his face, but the muscles had stiffened as life faded.

Why is the first person I see so unlucky this morning?

Yu Xing subconsciously made a mental complaint, then recognized the face as belonging to one of the deducers.

He bent down and picked up the severed head, looking at the strategists standing in the corridor. He saw that both the familiar and unfamiliar ones were already checking the limbs found at their respective doorways.

Living opposite him was Gu Xing from the Research Institute. Gu Xing had a blank expression, disdainfully holding a long intestine in his hand, rubbing his temples with his other clean hand, and was about to speak—

A cheer suddenly rang out from afar.

The reason it was described as being from a distance was because the sound was separated from them by many walls, and it sounded like it was coming from the street outside the alley where the inn was located.

Then came the crackling sound of firecrackers being lit.

Good morning, townspeople! We've finally arrived at the much-anticipated Snow Festival! On this joyous day, please dress in your finest attire and enjoy the festivities to the fullest!

A dull male voice came from the broadcasting equipment, his tone deliberately exaggerated. Yu Xing raised an eyebrow and immediately realized that there were multiple broadcasts playing at the same time.

They hadn't noticed the broadcast system when they were walking around town before.

It must have just appeared today.

These broadcasts must have been installed throughout the town, just so they could... guide the proceedings on the day of the Snow Festival?

"Friends celebrating, don't forget to bring offerings to the altar to make a wish! The altar is open to residents and tourists alike until the end of the day!"

After saying this, the broadcast briefly ended.

The noise from the streets outside was increasing; judging from how clearly they could hear it from their hotel, it was probably quite a bustling place.

The body parts that arrived at their door early in the morning also have an explanation.

If someone is found sleeping on the street, they will be taken in and used as a sacrifice. These are the "sacrifices" that are generously given to them!

For a fleeting moment, Yu Xing had a sudden inspiration: this might really be a gift—something Fang Xiao had specially sent after learning that her younger brother had no offerings, and seeing how much her brother liked the tour group, she had also given a gift to everyone in the tour group.

Just like some people who bring milk tea to their partners at work, they also bring a cup to their partner's colleagues as well, doing a favor for their partner and making it less likely for their partner to be jealous or isolated.

Holding the Yu Xing head, Yu Xing was speechless with emotion.

He had made plans to visit the festival with Fang Xiao today; was he really going to just throw his head in front of him like that?

While Yu Xing silent, Gu Xing finally found an opportunity to speak, raising his voice. "It seems we'll be taking offerings to the altar today. Everyone, please be careful and figure out as soon as possible whether this is a mandatory task or a trap."

"In my opinion, making a wish is a trap; you should avoid touching that altar if you can avoid it." Gu Xing sighed, noting that this was evident from hanging up the Lucky Charm yesterday.

Even with Yu Xing's warning, last night was still very dangerous. As expected of a curse in a high-level dungeon, he found it somewhat difficult to deal with.

However, for some reason, the curse suddenly disappeared halfway through. He thought it was a trick by the divine tree to make him lower his guard, so he stayed alert for a long time before confirming that the curse had really broken off its connection with him.

Making a wish at the sacred tree during an event is so extravagant; if it were at the altar of the Snow Festival, who would dare to make a wish? That person would probably be a complete idiot.

Hearing Gu Xing's words, some people nodded politely, while others showed a disdainful expression that said, "Do you even need to tell me this?"

Soon, everyone, carrying their newly received "gifts," with their increasingly lighter travel bags on their backs, and dressed in their own ugly homemade clothes, gathered in the corridor.

They should have gone straight out of the hotel to see if the guide had arrived.

However, some people had a very dangerous experience last night, so they tacitly gathered together to exchange information first.

Yu Xing was quickly surrounded by Zhang Yu and Hua Subai, while Lan Wu returned to stand next to Medusa, who looked even more stunning in her red dress. The young man's light hair contrasted sharply with his red clothes, making his red lips and white teeth appear even more striking, making him look like an ancient male concubine next to Medusa.

In front of everyone, Yan Li Medusa reverted to their seemingly distant relationship, and it was anyone's guess what they had done in private after returning to Baibao Street last night.

The group of people were exchanging information. The Group One that had hung up the Lucky Charm soon discovered that their curses had faded at almost the same time. Even one of the less powerful fortune tellers, who had almost been drained of his life force, was saved at the most critical moment and was still in shock as he touched his withered body.

Something must have happened to the sacred tree.

Those present were keenly aware of this.

Immediately, they all had the idea of going to see the sacred tree.

Somewhat unexpectedly, in addition to those who hung up Lucky Charm, a number of other people were also attacked last night.

The Meng Dao had many new wounds all over its body, some deep and some shallow. Near its collarbone, there was a severe one that almost revealed the bone.

He frowned, his face showing displeasure, and confessed, "I didn't wear any clothes to bed last night, and in the middle of the night a bloody ghost sneaked in, trying to steal my ritual robes."

The flesh-and-blood ghosts disappeared for a whole day yesterday, but that doesn't mean they're out of the picture.

The Meng Dao gave a brief explanation, saying that his Combat Power was still top-notch. The wounds on his body were not directly caused by the flesh and blood ghost, but rather the flesh and blood ghost took the opportunity to cause some damage to the red clothes.

Each time, before the ghost could even tear the red clothes apart, just as it touched them, the Meng Dao knife would slash at its face, forcing it to stop and retreat.

In the end, Ghost Shadow was overwhelmingly subdued by Door Knife, his mask torn off, and he died with resentment.

Is this why the nighttime rules require them to wear red to bed?

Everyone's expression turned strange after hearing this.

Admittedly, they can understand why people deliberately do the opposite of what they believe is correct.

It's more understandable that a creature like the Meng Dao, with its ability to create some margin for error, would do so.

Only...

"You can wear normal clothes, why not wear clothes?" Xue Shouyun, who had become a little more familiar with the Meng Dao in this instance, couldn't help but ask.

Meng Dao: "I'm used to sleeping naked."