Walking through the corridor of the guest room on the second floor, Xie Chen slowly came to the corner of the stairs.

I saw that the door of the banquet hall below happened to be slowly opening at this moment.

Xie Chen's eyes narrowed, obviously a little unconvinced.

Could it be that it's time for the banquet hall to close?

Won't you have to wait a little longer?

Xie Chen gritted his teeth, he forgot to estimate the time, but there was no tool in the hotel that could confirm the specific passage of time.

Just about to go back, dodging the guests who came out of the ballroom.

But to his surprise, there was only one person coming out of the banquet hall, and he was still carried by a hat waiter.

I saw two waiters in the hat lift the man above his head and throw him out of the banquet hall with a look of disgust.

The man obviously struggled for a moment, and it was estimated that the pain of falling to the ground was not small.

But he got up as fast as he could, ready to go back to the ballroom.

It's a pity that the door closed very quickly, and the two hat waiters with disgusted faces didn't give him this chance at all.

The poor fellow slammed his face against the door of the banquet hall, stumbling and falling backwards.

But he still didn't give up, and the whole person still rubbed against the door of the banquet hall, desperately trying to find a gap to get into.

"Kicked out?"

Xie Chen's heart flashed such a thought, although the rules also have the conditions to meet the conditions for being kicked out of the banquet hall, but that also proves that this guy must be able to recognize who he is quickly.

But looking down condescendingly, this guy even had his hands gone, and while rubbing his face against the door, he was still flowing all over the ground, looking so miserable and miserable.

It's really not close to "clean".

But the question then becomes, why would the hat waiter throw this irrelevant guy out of the banquet hall?

According to his own speculation in the room, wouldn't leaving this guy in the banquet hall better help the "evil thoughts" to be nourished?

The scene in front of him broke all his conjectures just now.

Xie Chen's feet were a little weak, and he just wanted to get back to the room as soon as possible.

If your conjectures are proven wrong, then all the directions are wrong.

If you want to overturn and re-establish it, you have to re-study certain rules and look for loopholes from beginning to end.

It undoubtedly consumes more time.

But even if you are unwilling, there is no way to do this, it is better than making mistakes again and again, and even losing your life.

Xie Chen took two steps back, ready to turn around and go back to his room.

stepped on the floor under his feet, but there was a squeak.

I almost forgot that in this place at the corner of the corridor, the material of the floor itself is problematic.

Although the sound is soft, except for the banquet hall, the outside of the whole hotel is actually very quiet.

Stepping on it under his feet is tantamount to throwing a cannon outside.

Now there is not only one person, but there is also a guest who has been kicked out of the banquet hall and is now probably angry.

Even if he has a snort and can't even see his eyes clearly, it doesn't mean that this guy is easy to mess with.

Although he may no longer have a sense of self, and even everything he can see has become an illusion, but this is the worst thing.

In the illusion, what kind of person did he become in his eyes?

Before he could run away, the guy who was rubbing against the door of the banquet hall had already stopped his movements and looked up the stairs.

He was also seen by him.

Xie Chen hurriedly took out his pocket watch, and before he could press it, this guy had already rushed over here.

His face was full of madness, and his eyes were already visibly lost, without the slightest hint of humanity.

The exposed saliva had formed a line in mid-air, and the source was still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Xie Chen hurriedly pressed down, he had already run half of the entire staircase, and in about two seconds, he would almost come to his face.

Xie Chen's breathing was a little short, but he didn't rush to the room.

This guy didn't even have hands, and all he had on his face was a look of longing.

This kind of emotion is easy to influence and contagious, and Xie Chen doesn't want the sober mind that has just recovered here to fall with the infected guests in front of him at this moment.

Xie Chen quickly calmed down, and silently read the music content written down on the white cardboard in his heart.

Although it doesn't make any sound, the effect is particularly remarkable, even more pronounced than the food on a white plate.

Xie Chen is also happy in his heart.

Originally, when I woke up in my room, I heard these lyrics and wrote them down on a cardboard.

At that time, my mind was still groggy, but when I tried to read the lyrics, my physical discomfort recovered at a rapid pace.

Only then did I guess that the reason why I couldn't hear the specific content of the lyrics before was because of the Buddhist scriptures in hell.

For these guests, the chances of leaving here are even greater.

"Evil thoughts" and the embodiment of these evil thoughts, plus life and death are originally separated by yin and yang, and strange talks will naturally try their best to shield these things.

How did I hear it in that moment, probably because I wasn't really dead.

Now except for the fact that I can't remember my name, other general life experiences are not missing in my brain at all.

Whether he is alive or dead, he knows better than anyone else

After some testing, the recorded verses are really valid, and it proves that the original general direction should not be wrong.

This is still a reference to the relationship between hell and Buddhism.

As for how the handsless man in front of him was kicked out of the banquet hall, then he needs to be exquisite.

Even if you don't need the food on the white plate, you can avoid being eroded by "evil thoughts", and the general direction of your previous conjecture in the room is not wrong, so you don't need to run.

Xie Chen clenched his hands and put on a similar fist fight.

I was also sent to the gym to practice for a summer before, although I didn't learn much, and the time to learn was not long, but my current physique is not a joke.

A minute passed quickly.

The handsless man who rushed in front of him quickly, before he could stand firmly, he directly punched himself in the cheek.

I used all my strength, and even the so-called waist strength was driven.

The handsless man who had just climbed to the second floor fell directly to the bottom of the stairs.

Xie Chen looked disgusted at this time.

The entire fist of his right hand was stained with this guy's saliva, and a foul smell instantly hit his head.

Maybe just after eating his own punch, this guy didn't react, and fell from upstairs to downstairs, as if he couldn't kill him.

The stumbling figure of this guy began to slowly stand up straight, followed by a strange scream in his throat, and Xie Chen also frowned, as if he had heard this voice somewhere.

Because I didn't see that it was my own shot, maybe this guy thought he had fallen.

His eyes looked at himself standing upstairs, and the handless man's face was full of resentment, and it could be seen in his eyes that his brain's thinking seemed to have recovered a little.

It was as if I was going to tear myself apart.

It's actually quite simple.

The two men challenged each other, but before the fight could start, one of them fell to the ground first in front of the other.

It is undoubtedly a very humiliating thing.

But Xie Chen didn't want to laugh at this guy, he made his own saliva, and now he has no desire to beat him.

But at least try to bring it to its senses.

Again, why was he kicked out of the banquet hall?

You may not be able to ask why, but you can try.

Xie Chen put out the same fist fight again.

The guy was even faster than before, and it took less than two seconds to rush up the stairs.

Xie Chen threw it over this time, avoiding a kick that kicked him back downstairs, and instead slammed his whip leg into the staircase wall next to him.

Screams of pain came out of his mouth.

Xie Chen immediately made up for him in the chest.

Because he has no hands, the handsless man, although he struggles, can only rely on his head or legs to find a way to fight back.

But in terms of offense, Xie Chen didn't give him any chance.

Want to break free in the first place?

Wouldn't it be too shameless to have your hands and feet?

After a while, Xie Chen panted and leaned his back against the handrail of the stairs.

Looking at the handsless man in front of him whose consciousness was on the verge of collapse, Xie Chen breathed a sigh of relief, at least this guy no longer had any ability to resist.

This guy slammed his body against the wall, and he had to take at least twenty more hits to himself, almost using all his strength in each blow.

His physique and strength are different from ordinary people, and in this case, the handsless man is not dead.

Although the whole face is distorted, and even the saliva is mixed with blood, at least the throat can still make a sound, and even the eyelids can blink.

The chest that has been hit the most has even dried up, and it is estimated that many ribs have been broken.

But it can still rise and fall slightly.

This guy can still catch his breath.

It also proved his original conjecture.

This is really in hell, so all the guests, including themselves, can't actually die.

Strictly speaking, in the context of the rules here, they are already considered dead.

But in the banquet hall before, why did those guests who were mutilated by mutant waiters actually dissipate and turn into points of light?

I didn't understand the reason for this.

Are they dead?

Or has it entered another state?