103: Chapter 103: The Rose Opera House (Part Four)

Before leaving, Qian Ye turned back and glanced at the woman's room once more.

She looked down at the tag in her hand; the material of the card was identical to the one she had, the only difference being a character displayed on it: Red.

The card identifier on it was red, and the girl's ID tag was also red.

This card had been snatched from the girl's neck while she was helping her up.

She didn't know what this meant.

Returning to the hall, the first thing Qian Ye saw was a long, rectangular table laden with an array of food.

The woman in the sportswear was standing in front of the dining table, staring at Qian Ye without saying a word.

Qian Ye raised an eyebrow. What did this mean?

Qian Ye counted the seats; there were exactly eight, no more, no less.

She then glanced toward the doorway, caught a glimpse of a corner of clothing, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

If you don't understand, ask!

The NPC at the door suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

In the next second, she saw Qian Ye standing right beside her.

Qian Ye saw the look in her eyes and cracked a smile.

...

No wonder she suddenly felt a chill.

The NPC was dragged out just like that and hauled in front of the dining table.

Qian Ye tapped the table, staring at her with a cryptic smile.

The NPC looked at her, then at the table, and spoke tentatively, "Dinner is served promptly at seven."

Qian Ye nodded, waiting for more.

"The Madam does not allow wasting food."

"Do not speak while eating or sleeping."

Qian Ye glanced at her, pulled out a chair, and prepared to sit.

A flash of excitement crossed the NPC's eyes.

Qian Ye paused, turned around suddenly, and caught the excitement in the NPC's eyes before she could hide it.

Seeing this, Qian Ye stared at her with a faint smile, waved her hand, and pointed to the seat beside her.

The NPC's expression changed instantly.

She waved her hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no."

"beauty, servants are not allowed at the table."

Hearing what she said, Qian Ye stared at the tag on her chest, which read: Maid.

The woman in the sportswear watched Qian Ye, her eyes filled with confusion.

She didn't know what Qian Ye had done to make this NPC so obedient.

Just then, the other players arrived one after another.

"Such a sumptuous breakfast!"

"Don't touch anything."

The former was a woman's voice, the latter a deep male voice.

Qian Ye counted the people; eight of them, everyone had arrived.

"Mmm, it's time to eat."

"Eat?"

"One, two, three... seven. There are seven people in total, and there is still one more..."

The person glanced at the NPC on the side, not saying the word "player."

Everyone understood tacitly.

"Wait a bit longer!"

"There are eight sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, exactly one person short. Let's wait and see."

"Dinner is served promptly at seven."

It was the woman in the sportswear who spoke.

"How do you know?" one of the players asked instinctively.

The woman in the sportswear glanced at Qian Ye and said nothing.

The other players looked around; there was only one NPC in the hall.

The one standing next to Qian Ye.

"Hello, what time is dinner served?"

The NPC kept a straight face and didn't speak, but in the next second, she heard the sound of Qian Ye tapping her fingers on the table.

She pursed her lips tightly. "Seven o'clock."

It really was seven o'clock.

Qian Ye focused her gaze on the center of the hall, on the second floor, where a round clock was hanging.

It was now pointing to six fifty-eight.

"Two minutes left."

Qian Ye kindly announced the time.

"What's going on? There's still one more..."

"Why hasn't she come over yet?"

"Could something have happened to her?"

"She is already dead."

Qian Ye's words were like dropping a bomb into a calm lake.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

"How do you know!"

"She saw it with her own eyes," the woman in the sportswear added.

"Then what should we do?"

"There are only seven people now, but there are eight seats?"

"One minute left."

"Look, these eight seats have markings."

"Red, Orange, Yellow... This seems to be related to the cards on our identification."

"Time is almost up."

"Let's sit down according to our respective cards."

"But there are only seven people."

"No, eight people is just right."

Qian Ye turned her head and focused on the NPC beside her.

She smiled slightly.

"W-what's wrong?"

The NPC looked at her, and that familiar sense of unease returned to her heart.

"It's nothing, I just want to invite you to dinner~"

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out and snatched the card from her neck.

"beauty!"

"Don't worry, in the next second, you will also be a beauty~"

As she spoke, she extended her other hand, revealing an identical card, and grinned at her.

The NPC's face looked terrible as she was forced to wear the ID tag belonging to the dead player.

——

"The timing is just right."

Qian Ye watched as all eight people took their seats, the smile on her face deepening.

Qian Ye stared at the food in front of her.

After sitting down, they discovered that the food in front of everyone was different.

The portions varied in size.

"What's going on?"

"Why is the food in front of everyone different?"

Qian Ye picked up the fork at her side, and at that moment, her chest suddenly warmed slightly.

In the next second, Ling Ling flew out from her chest.

"Ye Ye, Ye Ye, you can't eat the food in front of you."

Qian Ye raised an eyebrow.

The food in front of her looked very exquisite.

As she leaned in slightly, she could even smell a faint aroma of food.

Ling Ling flapped her little body. "Ye Ye, wait a moment."

Qian Ye watched as Ling Ling flew from one end to the other, and when she looked again, the true appearance of the food was revealed.

In front of Qian Ye, there were no delicacies, only strange materials.

The entire dining table was emitting a foul, fishy stench.

...

Soon after, Ling Ling flew back, looking as if she wanted to be praised.

"Ye Ye, you saw how amazing I am, right?"

"Mhm, very amazing." Qian Ye looked at Ling Ling and flicked her little head.

"Hee hee~"

"But Ye Ye, only you can see this."

"Hee hee, it's just a simple illusion. In front of Ling Ling, it's nothing."

Qian Ye looked at the dark cuisine in front of her. Well, since it couldn't be eaten, it had to go somewhere.

She looked at the NPC beside her and smiled slightly.

"T-this is hard work for you. To thank you, eat more."

Instantly, all the food in front of Qian Ye was pushed to the NPC's side.

"Good~ eat more."

...

The NPC looked at the mountain of food piled up in front of her and gritted her teeth.

Knowing what kind of ghostly materials these were made of, she didn't want to touch a single bite.

"Remember, you cannot waste it."

"Come on, I believe in you."

Qian Ye patted her shoulder, looking very gratified.

The NPC smiled, not daring to refute.

In front of her, she started shoveling the food in front of her.

Wuwu, she felt bitter inside, but she didn't dare to say it.

As she began to eat, the slight chill in her abdomen finally receded.

Qian Ye watched her actions with satisfaction and retracted the red singer from below.

Supporting her chin with her hand, she admired her every move.