It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

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【Hint: Louis has reached the upper limit】

Xiao Huai pretended nothing had happened, nodded slightly as a goodbye, then turned and left the room.

Louis watched his back, an elusive smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

He placed his knuckles lightly on his lips and chuckled softly, muttering to himself, "I've lived so long, and I've never met anyone like this. He was able to weaken my spirit without me even noticing... This ability is very similar to that person's."

He took off his glasses, and there was a hint of dangerous interest in his eyes. His fingertips tapped silently on the table, as if he was brewing something, but in the end he did not call Xiao Huai again.

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After Xiao Huai walked out of the office, he followed the signs towards the reporter headquarters.

Along the way, he casually put the contract into his pocket and glanced casually at the surrounding scene.

The absurdity and strict rules hidden beneath the prosperous appearance of this hungry ghost city were revealing some mysterious message to him.

The building of the reporter's headquarters is not tall, but it is very spacious.

The walls were covered with various news headlines and lists of events waiting to be reported. Each piece of paper emitted a faint energy fluctuation, like a carrier of emotions that urgently needed to be absorbed.

"Newcomer?" A middle-aged man who was sorting documents with his head down looked up and saw the contract in Xiao Huai's hand. He immediately stood up and walked over, handing him an old laptop and a transparent hourglass.

"This is your prop. Fill it at least halfway every day. Just a gentle reminder: the more negative the content of the report, the better. This way the hourglass will be easier to fill."

The man pointed to the hourglass and said, "If you don't work hard, the hourglass will be empty."

So in order to complete the task, the more negative the report is, the better.

Negative energy is the password for traffic.

Xiao Huai took the hourglass, glanced at it, and asked calmly, "What if it's full?"

The man shrugged. "Full? Then you can go to the office to claim your rewards, like a share of the energy, and even qualify to participate in some special missions. But..."

He looked at Xiao Huai with a hint of amusement, "For a newcomer, just filling the hourglass is difficult enough."

Xiao Huai did not respond, but just casually turned the hourglass in his hand, his eyes lightly sweeping over the headlines of the events to be reported on the wall.

He then looked up at the man and asked calmly, "Can you give me a few more hourglasses?"

"What?" The man opened his eyes slightly and didn't react for a moment.

"Give me a few more hourglasses." Xiao Huai repeated, his tone still calm.

The man looked at him suspiciously. "Why do you need so many? You know the more hourglasses you have, the more tasks you'll have to do, right? Newbies usually..."

"Can you give it to me?" Xiao Huai interrupted him.

The man stared at him for a moment, trying to find some clues from his face, but Xiao Huai's expression was as calm as a bottomless lake.

Finally, the man took two spare hourglasses from the table and handed them to him.

"If you fail to complete the mission, you will be punished." The man sighed, a warning. "Also, as a reporter, you can't use the energy in the hourglass directly. If you work too hard and really faint from hunger, don't blame me for not warning you."

Xiao Huai took the hourglass and shook it casually, making a slight rustling sound.

He didn't say much, just nodded, found a corner to sit down, put the computer on the table, and began to browse the information in the system.

The softly lit screen reflected on his calm face. His slender fingers tapped the keyboard briskly, and his eyes swept across the lines of records. His focused expression made it impossible to look away for a moment.

Every time his brows furrowed slightly and then quickly relaxed, you could feel the rapid pace of his thoughts.

In just half a day, there was a constant stream of exclamations from all around.

At daybreak, some people began to come to work one after another.

"Who's he?" someone huddled in the corner, unable to resist muttering. "It's only been a short while, and he's already compiled five complete analyses!"

"No way? How much has he seen?"

The other person approached doubtfully and quietly peeked at the screen. He saw that there were more than a dozen windows opened on Xiao Huai's computer, recording different events, clues and analytical data.

You know, even for an experienced reporter, it would take at least a whole day to compile a complete analysis, but Xiao Huai actually completed five in half a day and also browsed through nearly a year's worth of historical archives.

However, it wasn't just his efficiency that captivated onlookers.

Even more striking is the image itself.

Xiao Huai was wearing a black jacket, with his sleek neck revealed under the slightly open collar. His slender fingers danced on the keyboard with an elegance and calmness that was so attractive that one could not look away.

The morning light shone through the curtains onto him, casting a soft halo on him.

His brows were stern, and when his eyelashes drooped, they cast a faint shadow. When he raised his eyes, he exuded an air of confidence and sharpness.

Xiao Huai's fingers typed the last character on the keyboard. After the progress bar flashing on the screen finished, he closed the laptop.

The noises around him gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

He raised his head and looked through the glass window at the rising sun on the horizon.

Although the light was weak, it still fell on the earth.

Xiao Huai stood up and left his computer in the office area. It seemed that he had memorized everything he needed to remember.

He walked out of the press department with light but steady steps.

At the same time, a new news push quietly appeared on the public network of Hungry Ghost City:

"A Feast for Delicacies and Prey"

Time: 3pm today!

Location: Please check the push content, limited seats, first come first served.

The picture accompanying the news is a blurry photo, in which you can vaguely see a long table in the mountains and forests, filled with all kinds of rare and precious animals that make people salivate.

The text below the title is full of provocation, as if tempting readers to explore the truth of this feast.

The hungry ghosts in the press department looked at this news push and looked at each other in confusion for a moment.

"What feast? Do we have such an activity in Hungry Ghost City?" Someone frowned and couldn't help asking.

"This place has never held anything like this before..." Another person also looked confused.

"He uploaded it, right?" someone asked tentatively.

"It was him." A person standing nearby who had witnessed the entire process nodded, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. "He uploaded it so quickly that I didn't even have time to read the content before it was published."

"Doesn't he know the price of posting fake news? He'll be targeted..."

In different corners of Hungry Ghost City, some people received this news push.

Those figures disappeared into the shadows of the city, or into the alleys of the black market, or into the desolate ruins.

Their eyes swept over the pushed content, and the corners of their mouths slowly rose, revealing a strange and excited smile.