The first floor was now devoid of those 13th-floor guests from this morning.
But the front desk didn't look calm and composed either.
The two of them saw someone dressed in a black robe, wearing a large, black felt hat, holding something akin to a magic wand in their hand.
Jiang Beiyu, who hadn't seen as much of the world as Su Nanzhi, exclaimed in wonder: "Su Xiaozhi, is that a witch?"
Su Nanzhi: "A half-baked one. Real witches are extremely rare these days, not so easy to come by."
Jiang Beiyu: "Oh, can she hear us talking?"
Su Nanzhi: "What do you think?"
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
Just then, the person glanced in their direction, revealing a pale face from under the felt hat, with eyes that were bloody red.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
It wasn't until they were in the elevator that he asked, "That wasn't human either, was it?"
Su Nanzhi nodded: "I told you, beings like witches are practically extinct. That half-baked one died centuries ago."
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
Ah, this.
