"Dinner isn't ready in the kitchen yet, so he's telling us not to eat our 'Family Members'?" Tan Ying struggled to interpret the zombie Waiter's halting words, then scoffed. "Surely we're not hungry enough to eat those 'Family Members,' are we?"
Li Feiwen glanced at the "Family Member" lying on the floor and said with undisguised disgust, "Even if I were delirious with hunger, I couldn't bring myself to take a bite out of these 'Family Members.'"
Yet when all three of the Ghost Hound's heads turned toward Li Feiwen at the sound of his voice, and its featureless human head screamed silently at him, he visibly swallowed. A trace of nervousness crept into his voice. "After all, they're our precious 'Family Members.' How could we possibly bring ourselves to eat them?"
Only after hearing Li Feiwen's addition did the three-headed hound lower its heads again and settle down by his feet. Under the dim lights, the Ghost Hound's fur was so red it looked black. A whiff of decay drifted from its body, making Li Feiwen want to retreat another few steps.
The zombie Waiter remained at the foot of the stairs, his withered face looking even paler and more bloodless in the dim light.
"You, have tickets, guests. They, also, guests."
Although the zombie Waiter's lips did not move at all, words with an equally strange rhythm and sound still emerged from him. He could not speak fluently, but he was clearly a Strange Creature very eager to express himself. The more he said, however, the harder his words became to decipher.
"The rules announced by that Administrator called us Ticket Holders, so we assumed we were the guests. But to this... Mr. Zombie, the 'Family Members' beside us are also guests at the hotel." Wen Wen, sitting