957 Luxury Basement Suite

Kongming lock and said to me, "Let him stay in there, and we can let him out tomorrow."This Kong Ming lock is from the underworld, but Jiang Qiyun just keeps it in my room and doesn't care. His main...I had never been to a hotel's guest room department before.

I've only ever eaten at the hotel restaurant, never stayed in a room.

When I saw the presidential suite, costing $25,000 a night, my jaw dropped.

"What are you looking at It's so expensive, you can't afford to sleep here," Master Yunfan chuckled as he handed me a card. "You two have a room each. Settle in quickly, and then Mu Wanchen will come help with the arrangements."

"What's going on" I asked curiously.

"How can we possibly play if there's no layout I'm afraid we're being watched. Let's arrange some 'eyes' on each floor first." Uncle Yunfan smiled.

I immediately shut my mouth. At this time, Mu Wanchen's Gu spirit and the ghosts he raised could be very useful.

Ordinary people can't see these things, and we can also know the most quickly what kind of strange movement.

Master Yunfan’s assigned room wasn’t that ostentatious presidential suite, but it was still a high-floor room with a fantastic view. As soon as Mu Wanchen entered, he went straight to the bed, threw open the covers, messed up the pillows, and then shook the curtains before pushing open a safety air vent.

"Are you deciding to stay inside" I couldn't understand his actions.

He glanced at me, pulled out a talisman, and said in a low voice, "There's so much greed and resentment in this place. We need to cleanse the air around us first."

The talisman dissipated quickly. I was about to say don't draw talismans inside anymore, there's paper ash and smoke.

A gust of cold wind swept in from the tightly shut door, quickly carrying the gray smoke of paper ash towards the air vent, startling me — was there a ghost

“It’s just some wandering resentment. There are no ghosts in this house,” Mu Wanchen closed the air window and said to me, “Gambling has always been an extreme bad habit. There’s even an extreme saying that gambling is forbidden but prostitution isn’t. A gambler brings a lot of negative influence. I can’t understand the world now—gleaming bright, dressed in fine clothes, still doing ugly things, yet they don't think it’s shameful, instead, they take pride in it.”

"Well, society is more open now. These things are outdated customs, but only a small number of people are still doing them. Most people just mind their own business and live their lives honestly, without getting involved in any risky schemes that could lead to ruin." I opened my suitcase to take out my toiletries.

Mù Wǎn Chén first went to check the bathroom, making sure there was nothing dangerous before he said to me, "I'm going to Mù Yún Fán's room to take care of things. Don't wander off."

"Good."

Master Yun Fan's room is right across from us, there's nothing to be afraid of over such a short distance.

But after Mu Wanchen left for a while, I packed up my things and felt a bit bored and even scary being alone.

This unfamiliar place, just standing here in silence, feels strangely peculiar. Am I just too sensitive

Since I joined Mu Wanchen, I occasionally hear some strange noises, especially in the Wu Wangcheng. There is basically nothing unusual at my house, but here and now it makes me sensitive again.

It sounds like flowing water.

I walked to the French window. The courtyard below had a light fountain, and every building had twinkling lights changing. The sound of flowing water must be from the music fountain below, which spouted two dancing jets of water at irregular intervals.

Such a place, with such luxurious decorations and being related to money, should pay great attention to feng shui layout.

I don't really understand feng shui, but I just feel that such a place where money flows in like water and customers come and go like clouds, most of them will set up the Five Ghost Wealth Bureau.

"Ding dong—" Someone pressed the doorbell, and I walked to the cat's eye and looked. It was a delivery boy.

"What's up" I said into the receiver.

The waiter's Mandarin wasn't quite standard. He explained, "Hello, esteemed guest, all guests staying in the deluxe suites can customize their preferred beverages and fruit platters, which will be delivered on time daily. Please tick..."

I fastened a padlock to open a crack in the door. The service staff member politely handed me a drinks menu, emphasizing, "This is part of the luxury suite service, no extra charge."

It's normal for a luxury suite that costs over 20,000 yuan per night to have complimentary wine and fruit platters. To charge extra is truly outrageous. Making money like this without any conscience Don't you fear retribution

As I bent down to check the boxes, two people walked past in the hallway, chatting away. One of them was a man in his sixties, with streaks of gray in his hair.

He was wearing a well-tailored gray plaid suit, his hair neatly combed, and his beard meticulously trimmed. He looked like a refined "gentleman" who paid attention to the details of life.

And as he walked past the waiter, the waiter politely bowed to him, and he turned his head and politely nodded in return.

Look, they both call themselves "Old Man," but this one exudes a low-key luxury and understated elegance befitting a nobleman. In contrast, Old Chen still radiates the aura of a mystical figure with a worldly, perhaps even slightly shady, air about him.

The old man's gaze went past the waiter and shot me a quick glance from the crack in the door.

I hid behind the door, peeking out with one eye.

The old man's eyes held a polite smile, which disappeared after a brief moment as he walked away.

A middle-aged man beside him kept chattering in a language I didn't understand. The older gentleman just replied to him with a few nonchalant words, quite... elegant.

"Excuse me, sir..." I said to the waiter.

The waiter boy probably hadn't heard that kind of address before, and was taken aback: "Did you call me"

"...should I call you waiter"

The young man sighed with relief, “It’s so much easier when you speak English…”

Oops! The problem is that English isn't easy for me! My English level... I haven't even passed the Level 4 exam, you know!

Never mind, let's continue using our Chinese. This is the national language after all.

"Hey, did you understand what that old man just said What language was he speaking" I asked tentatively.

The young man tilted his head and pondered for a moment: “We have guests from all over the world here. The one just now... I think it was… Thai or Lao Anyway, they all sound pretty similar to me.”

I quickly checked the fruit platter and tipped the delivery guy with a red "Mao Ye Ye" note. The young man beamed and bowed in thanks.

"Don't go to the other side, that's my friend's place, I'll just pick for them!" I shouted to the little brother who was about to knock.

The guy had already lifted his hand to ring the doorbell when he heard this and replied with a "Huh" He turned back to look at me, and in that instant, my vision blurred.

A strange and eerie chill suddenly swept across the hallway!

It's incredibly fast and powerful, giving me goosebumps!

"Ah!" I exclaimed.

What kind of feeling is this It's like being hit head-on by a giant wave, and then being quickly swept into the deep sea—

By the time I reacted and went to close the door, the presence vanished suddenly.

Like a giant sea monster, it plunged into the surface of the water, leaving only ripples behind.

The door across from me suddenly swung open, and Mu Wanchen stood in the doorway. He glared at the service attendant standing in front of him, his gaze passing over him to land on me. He asked, "... Are you alright"

Here is the translated text:> Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! good good! With your words, Zhong Shu can rest assured!”Holding a three-million dollar check, I looked at my brother: "You... want to save up some wife's capital""Poof... What are you stuffing" My br...