The second day's game was about to begin, but the Zombie Waiter could communicate very little. Apart from the two key phrases, "Treasure Hiding" and "Treasure Hunting," Su Bai and the other players could glean no useful information.
Of course, the Zombie Waiter clearly knew the limits of its own ability to communicate. After placing cards with detailed game rules on the front desk, it walked away with stiff steps. Its withered arms swung rigidly beneath its uniform, like rusty machinery. Every joint gave a faint creak as it moved, its entire body swaying so precariously that one feared it might fall apart halfway there.
Soon, the Zombie Waiter's exceptionally gaunt, twisted figure slowly disappeared into the dark stairwell.
The players glanced in the direction the Zombie Waiter had gone. The dim stairwell looked no different from how it had at "night." No other waiters appeared after the Zombie Waiter left, as though the second day's Family Special Event was a "buffet," left entirely to the players and their "family members."
But the Zombie Waiter's departure brought the players no relief. An icy chill permeated the Inn's Lobby, as though some terrifying crisis were bearing down on them.
Li Feiwen was the first to approach. He picked up all ten cards from the counter and handed them out to the other players present. Despite spending a night in the poorly equipped Inn, Li Feiwen seemed to have done his best to groom himself. Only the hem of his casual suit was unavoidably wrinkled.
When Li Feiwen tried to use the opportunity of handing over a card to exchange a few more words with Su Bai, he distinctly felt the cold hostility coming from Wu Heng beside him. That icy sensation was arguably as chilling as a ghost creature. Sensing the