Where the Young People Went
Just like the late-night snack order yesterday, the administrator didn't refuse. "I can call and place the order for you, but it'll definitely arrive very late. I'll come by to collect the money once it gets here, so have it ready."
"No problem." Xu Huo hung up.
After cleaning, medicating, and bandaging the wound again, he leaned back on the sofa and managed to sleep for less than an hour. When he woke, his head was pounding. He removed the bandage to check the wound, and it looked worse than before he'd rewrapped it.
King Fungus couldn't fully repair the wound. That at least showed that what he'd been afflicted with was more than just poison.
He took a container from the Storage Compartment and cut another small piece of flesh from the wound, dropping it inside. Then he poured in Antidote until the flesh was submerged.
He put the container into his item box and stored it in his inventory. After cleaning the blood off his arm and replenishing his Nutrient Agent, he left the hotel again.
He bought some fruit from a nearby shop and carried it to the home of the grandmother and granddaughter he'd met that morning.
The two were repairing the door. When they saw him, their expressions turned wary. Xu Huo stopped at the courtyard gate. "Can I come in and talk?"
The old woman hadn't wanted to let him in, but she agreed after her granddaughter pleaded with her. Even so, she looked displeased.
It was understandable. To the local residents, all Players might seem the same.
Xu Huo acted as if he were an old friend. He set down the fruit and offered to help repair the door. As he went in and out, he noticed that