As he spoke, he picked up the household account book and turned it over from the back to the front. There was a big void. The hotel owner shrugged helplessly. "Have you seen this? This household account book is used to specifically record the records of foreign tourists staying at hotels. It's been 20 years, but I only use 10 pages. You can probably pass.’ That’s about my next descent. ”
``How did you know I came out?'' Fang Mu asked curiously. “Guinan as a whole is also a very big place.”
“Believe it or not, we can tell if you are from Guinan by the texture of your skin, eyes, and hair,” the hotel owner smiled.
Fang Mu wanted to know more, but the innkeeper just smiled mysteriously and didn't answer.
Fang Mu didn’t ask any more questions. He took the keys, pretended to pack his things, and prepared to go up to his room for a while. However, he saw the hotel owner's actions out of the corner of his eye and saw him putting the ledger on the desk. The cabinet is closed and the keys are put away.
In the middle of the night and early in the morning, when he closed his eyes to rest, Fang Mu's ears moved slightly. When he heard that there was no movement at the entrance on the first floor, he opened his eyes and tiptoed out of the entrance.
The window at the lobby counter was not closed, but the hotel owner, who had been sitting in the room by the window during the day, was nowhere to be seen. Fang Mu could hear the snoring of the owner, who was fast asleep in the next room.
His extrasensory abilities didn't disappear just because he changed his body. Suddenly, the iron hammer that the two gods left behind felt like a "hole" in his soul.
It is not difficult to understand, as someone once said that the seven souls of the three souls and seven souls actually correspond to the seven holes in the human body.
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