He had already pried out the bronze mirror trapping the White-Clothed Love Letter Ghost, but he had absolutely no idea how to get the "ghost" out of it.
He could neither smash it nor refine it.
Even the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace refused to recognize the thing.
What could he do?
Hang the bronze mirror on the wall as a decoration?
As Yang Yong pondered, a sudden series of beeps interrupted his thoughts.
The screen beside the door lit up, displaying Front Desk Robot 001's face.
Its voice was measured and emotionless. "Hello, Mr. Ground Rat. May I ask what happened in your room?"
Ground Rat glanced awkwardly toward Yang Yong, then back at the screen, and managed to reply, "Nothing happened."
Before his words had faded, he was rebuffed.
Front Desk Robot 001's voice remained calm, but now carried a hint of authority that brooked no question.
"A strong energy reaction has been detected in Room 103, indicating possible combat."
"May I ask what exactly happened?"
Before Ground Rat could think of an answer, Yang Yong suddenly leaned over, stepped in front of the screen, and said, "Nothing happened. We're having hot pot in here."
Hot pot.
Having hot pot in this room in the apocalypse, with neither ingredients nor soup base.
The excuse was so absurd that even Ground Rat's face twitched.
And yet...
After hearing this answer, Front Desk Robot 001 on the other side of the screen actually fell silent.
After two seconds of silence, it replied, "All right."
Then the screen went dark.
That was all it took?
Yang Yong was taken aback too, but he had no time to dwell on it. Before the front desk robot could change its mind,
he immediately put the bronze mirror into the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring's