The strange clothing and demeanor of those two people stirred an indefinable curiosity and confusion in Lu Jinyan. He instinctively glanced at them a few more times, but maintained his usual calm expression.
After all, he knew far too little about the Nightmare Game and had no idea what styles of clothing were popular among players.
Who knew? Maybe plenty of players were eccentrics who liked wearing cloaks and putting on performance art.
Just look at Pei Zhan. He carried such an enormous sword on his back, yet everyone else simply thought he looked cool. No one found it strange.
"May I ask your name?" Shen Guanlan took a few steps toward the cloaked figure and asked politely.
At first, the cloaked figure gave no response. But after looking at the person in his arms, he finally gave his name. "Wu Heng."
His voice was so pleasant that even Bai Qi, standing beside Pei Zhan, glanced over.
Beyond that, however, the man named Wu Heng said nothing more. He neither introduced the person in his arms nor explained why they seemed unconscious.
The others could hardly help feeling puzzled, their eyes unconsciously settling on the seating area. But no one rashly pressed him for answers, and the room fell into an uneasy stillness.
Just then, the crisp click of high heels against hard floor tiles came from the reception desk, drawing steadily closer.
Lu Jinyan and the others turned almost simultaneously, all looking toward the passage beside the desk.
A few seconds later, a "person" in a well-tailored red skirt suit and bright red stiletto heels emerged-tall and slender, with an elegant stride.
The problem was that the thing had no head.
To be precise, its neck had been severed, leaving nothing above it. The cut was so clean it