Accompanied by these words, the oppressive feeling enveloping the front hall dissipated, and Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi breathed a slight sigh of relief. The sense of crisis of being stared at by a hungry wolf was gone.

The woman at the front desk narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the young man and woman across the desk, and subtly glanced outside the hotel.

"I understand. Please wait a moment, both of you."

She retracted her gaze, leaving these words in a cold tone, and walked into the depths of the hotel, the sound of her high heels "clack, clack" fading into the distance.

"Hoo..." Xie Lingxi exhaled, her little face pale, and whispered, "Yuanshi Gege, I, I suddenly remembered something..."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at her sideways.

Xie Lingxi voiced her guess, "We didn't find any information about 'Wuhen Master'. Is there a possibility that it's not that he's unknown, but, but our access level is too low..."

A front desk worker possessed such terrifying pressure. What level was that Wuhen Master at? One could only imagine.

Zhang Yuanqing nodded with a solemn expression, "I thought of that too. So, I was planning to escape just now, and I'm very confident I could escape."

"Ah?" Xie Lingxi was taken aback, her bright eyes widening, "My legs went completely soft just now. I didn't even have the thought of running away. I just wanted to hide my head in your armpit."

"That's why I was confident I could escape. I just need to run faster than my teammate..." Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself. He opened his arms and clamped Xie Lingxi's head in his armpit, asking,

"Does this give you a sense of security?"

"Yuanshi Gege, let me go, quickly let me go, it's very embarrassing..." Xie Lingxi struggled forcefully.

She pulled her head out of Zhang Yuanqing's armpit, adjusted her askew headset, and lowered her voice,

"Yuanshi Gege, my headset is a prop. It can monitor all movements within 500 meters."

She listened intently, whispering,

"That woman is in the elevator... the elevator stopped on the fourth floor... she opened the second room door on the left of the elevator... she disappeared?!"

Xie Lingxi raised her face, astonished, "She disappeared."

Disappeared? Did that room isolate the outside world from prying eyes? Zhang Yuanqing patted the little girl's shoulder, signaling her to remain calm.

The two waited in silence. During the process, Xie Lingxi frequently looked outside the hotel, confirming that the bodyguards brought by her family were still watching her, and she felt a little more secure.

About ten minutes later, she tilted her head and whispered, "She's out..."

A few minutes passed. Zhang Yuanqing heard the "ding" of the elevator, the car returned to the first floor, and then the sound of high heels, "clack, clack," rang out. The beautiful auntie returned to the front hall, looking at them and saying,

"Follow me!"

She coldly swept her gaze over the solemn-looking young people, and chuckled, "If you're afraid, you can also turn around and go home."

Zhang Yuanqing smiled, "Jiejie is kind and compassionate, she looks like a good person at first glance. We're not afraid."

Xie Lingxi said softly and weakly, "Auntie, we're just here to deliver a message. We don't have any malicious intent."

The woman's expression softened, and she nodded slightly, leading them into the elevator to the fourth floor.

She stood in the corridor, looking at the second room on the left of the elevator, and said,

"Go in."

Zhang Yuanqing saw the room number: 404!

Good name... His mouth twitched slightly, and he pulled Xie Lingxi to the door, turning the doorknob.

"Click!"

At the moment the slight sound of the latch clicking sounded, it felt as if a calm and powerful force enveloped them, and the scene before their eyes rapidly changed.

The carpet in the corridor became simple celadon tiles, the whitewashed walls became a structure mixed with bricks and wood, and the incandescent lights became flickering candlelight.

Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi looked around in astonishment. They were in the main hall of a temple. The seven- or eight-meter-high dome was a caisson with a raised swastika pattern, painted with a sky full of gods and Buddhas.

Beneath the caisson was a five-meter-high golden Buddha, holding a flower and lowering its eyebrows, its expression seemingly compassionate, seemingly majestic, seemingly cold and severe.

The offering table was lit with eighteen thick candles, the candlelight bright.

Beneath the Great Buddha was a futon, upon which sat a monk in a green robe, his figure tall. Just sitting, he was as tall as Xie Lingxi.

Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi exchanged a quiet glance, their eyes filled with horror and solemnity. One moment they were still in the hotel corridor, and the next moment they appeared in a strange temple.

If it weren't for the lack of a dungeon prompt in their ears, they would have suspected that they had entered a spiritual realm to perform a task again.

This Wuhen Master is more terrifying than I imagined. What level of The Way of the Extraordinary does one have to be to possess such means... Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, looked at the back in the green robe, and said respectfully,

"Are you Wuhen Master?"

"Night Watcher and Musician, are you people from the official organization?"

A low, hoarse voice came, the tone very strange, as if enduring some kind of pain.

"Yes!"

Zhang Yuanqing did not dare to hide it.

The hall fell silent for more than ten seconds, and the low, hoarse voice echoed again:

"What did A Father Who Failed say before he died?"

Zhang Yuanqing's voice involuntarily lowered, "He asked me to tell the master: I'm sorry, I still don't know if it's my fault, or the fault of this world."

When he said these words, he once again recalled the look in A Father Who Failed's eyes before his death, that look flickering with hatred and sorrow.

The hall once again fell into a long silence, a silence that made Zhang Yunqing and Xie Lingxi uneasy.

Finally... Wuhen Master sighed,

"I understand."

Xie Lingxi hesitated for a moment, mustered her courage, and asked in a low voice,

"Master, he had a life-saving grace for me. He's not an evil person. Why, why did he become an evil profession?"

The monk in the green robe slowly said:

"He used to have a daughter, very smart, very well-behaved, and her academic performance was very good from childhood to university. When she went to college, she gradually changed, started pursuing material things, blindly compared herself with her classmates. In order to support his daughter, A Father Who Failed worked day and night, desperately earning money, but he was increasingly unable to meet his daughter's needs. Until one day, he discovered that his daughter had borrowed a lot of money online and had indecent photos taken.

"He was unable to repay those debts, and even felt that his daughter was a disgrace, an insult to the family. The father and daughter had a big fight. He threatened to sever their father-daughter relationship. A Father Who Failed believed that it was all his daughter's fault. She had become materialistic, selfish, and unrecognizable.

"Later, the loan company controlled that girl, forcing her into prostitution, recklessly playing with her, and humiliating her. In despair, she jumped off a building and committed suicide.

"A Father Who Failed collapsed. He began to feel that it was his fault. If he could have provided his daughter with a comfortable material life, if he had had the money to repay his daughter's debts, this tragedy would not have happened. He regretted that quarrel countless times. If he could have comforted his daughter and accompanied her at that time, perhaps the later events would not have happened. He personally pushed his daughter into the abyss.

"After his daughter died, he planned to sue that loan company, to sue those villains who tortured his daughter and forced her to death, but that loan company had a lot of influence in the local area, and he lost the lawsuit.

"He was depressed for a long time, realizing that it wasn't his daughter who was wrong, but him, this world. He believed that people cannot change the environment, people are influenced by the environment. When this society is roaring about material things and money in your ears all day long, you will definitely be influenced, become materialistic, become materialistic. No one is an exception.

"His daughter hadn't even entered society, didn't understand the sinister nature of people's hearts, was induced to spend money, induced to borrow money, and finally embarked on this path of no return. This world is terrible. He decided to personally avenge his daughter...

"He broke into the loan company, killed the villains who had bullied her and forced her to death, and then fled the scene. It was that killing that allowed him to obtain a role card and become a Bewitching Imp."

"A Father Who Failed is a biased person, but he is not a bloodthirsty villain. However, once you become an evil profession, there is no turning back for life. He went further and further on this road of no return, his level became higher and higher, but he became more and more painful.

"Until one day, he met me, and then followed me to cultivate, hoping to resolve the resentment in his heart and be redeemed. But he was too biased. He didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but he stubbornly refused to reconcile with this world.

"Perhaps death is the best destination for him..."

No wonder he wanted to save Xie Lingxi. His daughter was about the same age as this girl. He regretted countless times that he didn't pull his daughter up at the time. That leap was not to save Xie Lingxi, but that daughter who jumped off the building and committed suicide that year... Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the Little Green Tea. Xie Lingxi was stunned and speechless, her eyes red.

He sighed silently and said,

"Master, I think he has already been redeemed."

Wuhen Master, who was facing away from the two, remained noncommittal, gently waving his hand. Two faint rays of light swam out from his sleeve, landing at Xie Lingxi and Zhang Yuanqing's feet.

The two fixed their eyes on them. They were two pieces of jade as black as ink, half the size of a palm, with black light surging inside, transforming into various forms, like a dream.

After only looking at them for a few seconds, Xie Lingxi and Zhang Yuanqing felt their vision darken and their heads spin.

"Thank you for bringing back his last words. It's called 'Dream-Connecting Jade Amulet'. Crush it, and you can contact me. If you encounter danger, I will help you once. Only in the real world. It's invalid in the spiritual realm." Wuhen Master said lightly,

"Leave."

The Buddha statue and candlelight twisted and shattered, and Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi returned to the hotel. They were standing in front of the open room door. The room was a standard single room.

Two black jade stones lay at their feet.