Hell App

As Bai Yan returned to the real world, he felt his temperature become abnormally high.

He slowly lowered his head and stared at his clothes. The worn-out butler uniform he wore the past seven days was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was wearing the clothes he originally wore before the second game started.

At the same time, the bag of tools he brought with him was resting across his chest, good as new and not an item out of place.

Bai Yan remembered that because of his work, he stored his tool kit in the servants’ quarters and didn’t carry it around while he worked. The night the master and the madam recalled their memories of dying and completely transformed into ghosts while losing their heads, he didn’t have the chance to retrieve this bag, only bringing a table knife with him as he ran off.

Then, why was the tool kit still on him?

Also, where was the knife he was carrying around?

Bai Yan’s temperature rose and subtlely came into a daze, observing that his tired body started to become sluggish.

After standing still for a while, he gradually felt more lightheaded as time went on. It seemed that he could pass out at any given moment, so he could forget even thinking about the series of questions he had circling his head.

After a long and deep slumber, Bai Yan was still a bit drowsy when he woke up. He checked the date on his phone and saw that it was already tomorrow afternoon.

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