"All inclusive?" The npc shopkeeper was stunned, and then nodded immediately: "Okay, guest, don't worry, this inn will definitely provide you with the best service, guest? How long do you plan to stay?"
"How long you want to stay depends on your performance. Can you let me see your hotel registration record?"
"Okay, okay, any request you have, as long as the store can do it, we will definitely provide it," the NPC shopkeeper said, and with a "pop", a record book was thrown in front of Murong Xiaotian.
"Empty?"
When he opened the record book, there was not a single word on it. Murong Xiaotian immediately became angry: "Shopkeeper, are you fucking kidding me? Are you trying to fool me with an empty book?"
"No, no, absolutely not. According to the rules, our store's record book is changed every year. This is the latest..."
"nnd, even if it's the latest, there should be a record, right? There's not a single word, are you talking nonsense?" Murong Xiaotian directly interrupted the NPC shopkeeper.
"Guest, I didn't lie to you, because you are the only guest in our hotel for a year!"
"Depend on!"
Murong Xiaotian was immediately speechless.
Damn it, he hasn’t had a single customer for a year, how can he still keep his shop open?
Murong Xiaotian, I really have to admire this guy's endurance.
"Then show me the records from a hundred years ago. Don't tell me that I was the only guest in the past hundred years!" Murong Xiaotian said angrily.
If that were the case, Murong Xiaotian would not be able to sigh with emotion at the NPC shopkeeper's superhuman persistence and perseverance.
"That's not true, but, no!"
"No?"
"Sir, it's just a record book. Who would save that thing? Let alone a hundred years ago, there is no one from a year ago!"
"Damn, you mean, except for this record book without a word in it, there is nothing?" Murong Xiaotian was a little dumbfounded.
To put it bluntly, there is no record at all.
"Sir, you are right!" The NPC shopkeeper smiled awkwardly.
"Okay, there is no record, so you won't lose your memory, right? Can you help me think about it, a hundred years ago, was there a very special guest staying? Have you heard of the 'Ghost Tribe'? He was wearing black clothes and carrying
The one wearing a strange black hat..."
Murong Xiaotian described the costumes of the 'ghost clan' people to the NPC shopkeeper in detail. Since the business in his inn was so poor and it was rare for half of the guests to stay, he should be deeply impressed.
"Guest, not to mention a hundred years ago, even twenty or thirty years ago, the business of this inn was extremely booming, with busy traffic, coming and going, and an endless stream of guests coming in and out. How could I possibly remember...
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"Open all the doors. Without my permission, neither the clerk nor you can disturb me!" Murong Xiaotian interrupted the NPC shopkeeper again.
Relying on him, there was no hope at all. All we could do was search room by room.
"Okay, this store will definitely satisfy your request. Man, please open all the doors for this distinguished guest..."
The Blue Star Inn is not small, but there are not many guest rooms. The main economic model is still based on eating. Therefore, there are no guest rooms at all on the first floor, and only the second floor has only twenty guest rooms.
After entering the guest room No. 1, Murong Xiaotian began to search quickly after the waiter left.
There are not many things in the guest room. Apart from the bed, round table, and chairs, there is basically nothing else. It is not troublesome to search.
Besides, if the search really fails, doesn't Murong Xiaotian still have a copy of "The Art of Detective" with him?
Of course, it's not time to use it yet.
Murong Xiaotian searched very carefully, almost inch by inch, and did not miss any place. He tried to make sure that there was absolutely no possibility of missing any place he searched.
After all, there are twenty guest rooms. Once you miss it, it will be very troublesome to start over.
Nearly two hours passed, and Murong Xiaotian searched for room No. 9. Although there was no result yet, Murong Xiaotian was still calm and neither arrogant nor impetuous.
I dare not say anything else about patience and determination. Looking at the entire "Tiandao", there are probably not many players who can compare with him. However, he still has this kind of confidence.
Although he told Lin Xue and the others that he would go back soon, the plan did not change quickly. He could only let them wait. Fortunately, they were waiting at home instead of outside. Their mood was different. It should not be the same.
There will be no more complaints.
Under the bed in Room 9, when he saw a piece of bluestone in the ground showing signs of being pried with a blunt instrument, Murong Xiaotian's eyes lit up and he became excited.
It seems that my thinking is right. The imprisoned "Ghost Clan" people must have hidden something here.
Taking out the 'Quicksand Dagger', Murong Xiaotian quickly pried up the piece of bluestone, and an old oilcloth bag appeared in front of him.
"Cool!"
Murong Xiaotian stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, suppressing his excitement, and took out the oilcloth bag.
Grandma's, it would be great if there were seven or eight skill books in it.
After restoring the big bluestone, Murong Xiaotian opened the oilcloth bag and glanced at it. Murong Xiaotian couldn't help being disappointed.
Damn, it looks thick, but it's just an oilcloth bag wrapped in layers. There isn't much inside. It's just a hairpin. It's nothing special. It doesn't look like a token, and it doesn't have any unusual energy seal or other characteristics.
It's just an ordinary thing used by women.
Maybe it was just a token of love between a certain woman and this guy.
There is also a statue, which is as big as a fist, but it is incomplete. However, it can be seen that if the statue is put together completely, it is a human-shaped statue.
Unfortunately, this statue only has the left arm and the left half of the body, which should be a quarter of a complete human statue.
In addition, there is another letter.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
"What your grandpa has been working on for a long time is just a hairpin for women and an incomplete broken statue? It's useless!"
Murong Xiaotian scolded her angrily, just these junk things, hidden so tightly, what's the point?
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Murong Xiaotian opened the letter.
Tmd, I hope this letter can have some value and is not a love letter between this guy and a certain woman.
"I am Shenying Guisheng, the leader of the Ghost Clan..."
When this line of words jumped into Murong Xiaotian's sight, Murong Xiaotian's heartstrings suddenly trembled.
Murong Xiaotian is familiar with the name of Divine Shadow Ghost Saint. According to Monkey Er's grandfather's description, the two people from the 'Ghost Tribe' who assassinated Fairy Peony mentioned in the tavern after assassinating Fairy Peony.