In Room 9, Xu Yao lay on the wooden bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Though she had long since become a ghost and had soaked at the bottom of a well for centuries, after recuperating in Qi Family Village these past few days, her standards for quality of life had returned. The more she looked at this inn, the more displeased she felt.
The bed was too hard, and the old boards creaked with every slight turn. She had no idea how long the bedding had gone without being aired out; its damp, moldy stench clawed at her nostrils and made her want to vomit.
Ghosts did not need sleep, and by the same logic, they should not have possessed the five senses. Yet the moment Xu Yao entered Shangri-La, she regained her sense of smell and taste, which she had lost who knew how long ago, as though she had become human again.
Even the soreness in her eyes and the weakness deep in her bones felt so real, as though she were genuinely exhausted after a day of travel.
Xu Yao tried for a while, but when she still could not sleep, she decided not to torment herself any longer. Sitting up, she studied Lu Li, who was rummaging through things beside the bedside cabinet. "Hey, you've been digging through drawers over there forever. Find anything?"
"I'm thinking about the purpose of this Instance." Lu Li pulled out several sheets of manuscript paper stuffed into the false bottom of a drawer, placed them on the bed, and carefully read the words written on them.
"If the purpose is only to reclaim the Identity Cards and restart the world, then no matter what we do, we'll ultimately be trapped in Shangri-La Town until we die one after