This is how immortals are cultivated

When Fang Suichu saw something, his eyes lit up.

That's a trash can.

The hotel waiter suit in my hand finally has a place to go.

Let Fang Xiandao's main service?

It is not impossible, provided that you can afford the service of the Taoist master.

You know, after experiencing the Taoist master's service, the two innate warriors on Fangxiandao and the Taoist master's wife took a detour whenever they saw him for a while.

Fang Suichu threw the garbage in his hand into the trash can.

If Ying Ling below saw this, he would be stunned.

Because the first employment criterion of the Xinghui Hotel is appearance.

After leaving your own staff room, you must ensure that your waiters are dressed neatly.

Among the trial rules summarized by many predecessors who stayed in the company with their lives, the first one is this.

Among the rules issued for each trial, the first one must be the most important.

If one violates the rules, one hundred out of a hundred people will die.

This is indeed the case for the participants in the Starlight Hotel trial.

It was also when Fang Suichu threw the waiter's clothes into the trash can, or in other words, when he stepped out of the elevator in casual clothes and came to the corridor on the tenth floor.

The corridor that was originally brightly lit suddenly became dim. From the end of the corridor, the lights went out one by one quickly, and fell into deep darkness.

And in the darkness, there was the sound of doors being pushed open.

On this floor, the residents in the rooms seemed to be attracted by the aura of the "living people". They excitedly opened the doors, walked out of the rooms and came to the corridor.

Looking at this scene, Fang Suichu muttered to himself:

"There's nothing I can do. The situation forces me to do this. This company is most likely the manifestation of the consciousness of that academy master. I have to lie low for a while before I can retrieve my Gundam, no, my true form."

The company's big boss generally does not directly participate in the company's management affairs. At most, he will check the company's financial statements every once in a while.

The employees were like ants, and Fang Suichu didn't think that the Saint would be so bored as to pay attention to the employees' actions all the time.

According to Fang Suichu's speculation about the realm of the Saint of the Weird Dao, this kind of existence should be in the special realm of "harmony with the Dao" most of the time. It can be said that they are sleeping in a sense, consolidating their own Weird Dao.

"So, it's better to follow some rules."

Fang Suichu's eyes turned red, and the lights were about to go out.

Fang Suichu also made a gesture of reaching out to grab.

A decayed and cold figure like a mummy was caught in his hand.

Then, Fang Suichu slammed it against the wall.

After grabbing the other person's neck, Fang Suichu slapped him in the face.

The force seemed to be a bit too much, causing the mummy's fragile neck to spin. Fortunately, after a 360-degree circle, the mummy's head returned to its normal position.

"This room is yours to clean. I'll conduct regular spot checks. If I see even a single stain, you're dead, understand?"

Seeing the mummy staring at him blankly, it revealed a clear kind of stupidity.

Fang Suichu couldn't help it and took another big sip.

The mummy finally moved, and its stiff body began to tremble.

Fang Suichu then nodded with satisfaction.

"Also, you are responsible for cleaning the corridor outside your room. Lick any stains clean for me."

After giving the order, Fang Suichu picked up the mummy by the scruff of its neck and threw it into Room 101.

A loud crash was heard in the dark room, as if the cabinet containing the glasses was smashed to pieces.

Fang Suichu didn't care. He looked at the 'residents' in the rooms on the tenth floor who were staring at him and sneered.

"Do you really think you don't have to work just because you move in? Have you paid the rent? If you haven't paid me the rent, it doesn't count. You have to work for me."

Fang Suichu took a step forward.

Twenty minutes later.

With the ding of the elevator, Fang Suichu arrived at the top floor of the hotel, the twelfth floor.

There is only one room on the twelfth floor, which is the highest-specification presidential suite.

When Fang Suichu arrived at the corridor on this floor, the lights were still on.

But under the dim light, the walls around the corridor were rapidly becoming mottled, peeling and decaying, as if a long time had passed in just a short moment.

The luxurious door of the presidential suite creaked and was slowly pushed open.

A handsome man in a straight tuxedo and with a pale face walked out of the room.

Without a trace of white in the eyes, the pure black eyes stared at the uninvited guest.

The man, or the only and biggest weirdo on this level, stared at Fang Suichu.

Fang Suichu's gaze was not on the man, but on the room behind the gate that was decorated like a royal palace.

Fang Suichu couldn't help but nodded slightly.

His gaze finally fell on the man and he sneered:

"What's your status? What's my status? How dare you live in the same room as me?"

five minutes later.

The man in the tuxedo lowered his head and knelt on the ground.

Except for the fact that the corridor behind him looked like it had been ravaged by a group of elephants that had accidentally entered, there was no change on Fang Sui's body.

Fang Suichu stepped over the man who seemed to have lost the ability to move and walked into the luxurious presidential suite.

When passing by the man, he thought of something and said:

"By the way, it seems that we are indeed missing a manager."

"Just be the one in charge."

"If there's a problem with the cleaning staff on the two floors below, I won't go after them, but you know what I'm talking about."

"And now, go get me a bottle of Soda, ice cold."

Sudal, a carbonated beverage in this modern civilized world.

I haven't had a drink of fat otaku's happy water for a long time. In this world, we have to endure humiliation and struggle to survive. We must not compromise ourselves in the desire for food and drink.

..............

The long night passed.

Xinghui Hotel, staff restaurant.

The trial participants gathered here.

It cannot be said that they gathered together because three people were missing, so we can only say that those who are still alive gathered here.

Basically everyone's eyes were bloodshot, as if they had not slept all night. Even the two senior people, Ying Ling and Wang Xiu, looked deeply tired.

"According to the regulations, the staff cafeteria is an absolutely safe place. Of course, this safety may be temporary, but at least it is absolutely safe on the first day."

"Employees have 30 minutes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"Spend five minutes eating during this time, and the remaining 25 minutes taking a nap to maintain your energy."

"However, we must also take five minutes every day during breakfast to report various situations and intelligence."

"First, there was last night's situation. At different times last night, there were 'room service' tasks."

"One person died during this mission, and three survived. Based on the summary... we've obtained the first piece of intelligence."

"All the residents and guests of this hotel are not human, but 'ghosts'. If you fail to complete the services they require, you will die."

"One of the dead people was Su Hui..."

Ying Ling suddenly paused while speaking.

There were fifteen people in total who came to the hotel, but now only thirteen are standing here.

Breakfast time is the only precious time to replenish energy, physical strength and vitality. After the three meal times, the staff restaurant will be closed.

So those who didn’t come must have died in the weirdness of last night.

It can't be that I overslept.

Not to mention how brave one is to oversleep in such an environment.

Even if he really overslept, as a senior, there shouldn't be such a genius.

"Also, Fang Xian..."

After saying the name, Ying Ling sighed.

Last night, I noticed that something was wrong with Fang Xian, who had participated in the trial with me last time. His condition was obviously not right.

Now it seems that his psychological endurance reached its limit, his mentality collapsed, and he decided to seek death.

Ying Ling suddenly became a little annoyed, angry at Fang Xian for not fighting back.

He also felt a little regretful that he didn't pull Fang Xian back in time yesterday, even if it meant beating him to his knees or forcibly keeping him under control.

However, it is too late to regret now.

Compared to Ying Ling's anger, Wang Xiu pushed his glasses and showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

He finally understood why his ability to control his mind didn't work on Fang Xian yesterday.

It would be strange if you could still influence the other person's mind for a person who has gone completely crazy.

This is a good thing. With one less senior person, there will be one less variable in this trial.

As for the Xinghui Hotel and its existence, Wang Xiu was determined to get it.

Because this is the step for his progress.

As long as I give that thing to that person, I can get a promotion.

He wants to make progress too much.

While Wang Xiu was planning his plan, Ying Ling continued in a rather heavy tone.

"Two people died on the first night..."

"The deaths of two people mean that the daily workload needs to be redistributed and recalculated."

"This is also the difficulty of this trial. As time goes on, if more people die, the workload for each person will increase."

"Room service will most likely occur again, so everyone must be careful and complete the guests' requests according to regulations."

"That's all...Everyone, start getting breakfast. Eat quickly and then take a rest."

Just as Ying Ling sat down, he suddenly tensed up.

A heavy chill emanated from the door of the staff cafeteria.

A man in a tuxedo appeared there and slowly walked into the restaurant.

A terrifying, suffocating feeling of coldness instantly filled the entire restaurant.

Everyone was trembling, even Wang Xiu subconsciously reached into the arms of the man in the tuxedo.

Ying Ling was even more shocked.

Obviously, this is an extremely powerful ghost.

"How could this happen... The rules say the staff cafeteria is absolutely safe, so why would someone get in?"

Gui in the tuxedo ignored the trial participants who were trembling like chickens, and walked straight to the food outlet.

A hoarse, low, and dull voice finally uttered from Gui.

"I want... fried dough sticks... Baozi (yes, this is also a banned word, I really can't help but complain)... and tofu pudding."

A plate with the required food on it immediately appeared behind the food outlet.

"Tofu...brain...don't want salty..."