I'm not a drama god

"Old Xiao, check out!"

While Chen Ling was secretly observing the distribution of ants, several figures came down the stairs.

Hearing these four words, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. After raising her head to confirm that the eyes of several people were on her, a smile appeared on her face.

"Checking out so early?"

"Sigh... It's not what I said, Lao Xiao. There are really not many people who dare to stay in your inn now." The leader of the man said helplessly, "Now everyone is discussing whether there is some kind of murderer living in this inn. It is rumored that But it’s ridiculous... You also know that we are all running business outside, so safety is our priority, so we’d better stay in another inn first.”

Behind him, there were several people carrying large and small bags. They all seemed to be frightened by the explosion just now, and they nodded in agreement with the man's words.

"This……"

There was a hint of bitterness in Chen Ling's eyes, but she nodded, "Okay."

After the words fell, the few people did not move, but stood quietly in front of the counter, looking at Chen Ling.

"What's wrong?" Chen Ling suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Lao Xiao, you have to refund us the room charges for the next few days, right?"

"Yes, when we came here we paid several days' deposit in one go. You can check how many days are left. If you haven't checked in yet, the difference will be refunded."

"We have been old friends for so many years. You can't hack this money, right?"

"..."

As everyone complained, Chen Ling's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Damn it... the situation he was most worried about came out.

Although he took on the identity of the boss, he didn’t know any of the people in front of him. If he didn’t refund their money, the matter would inevitably get into trouble and arouse the suspicion of the ant owner; but if he refunded the money, he wouldn’t even know the faces of these people. If the name doesn't match up, how can I calculate the room fee for them? Isn't it tantamount to revealing one's identity just by asking?

Chen Ling's brain was running rapidly. He looked at the people in front of him, his face turned pale, and he slammed the table!

boom--!

"good good good good……"

"Refund the money, right? OK, I'll give it all back to you!"

Chen Ling suddenly opened the drawer, took out all the coins inside, and slapped it on the table. The veins on her neck popped out one by one!

"Take it! You can take whatever amount you want back! Damn it, we were doing business, but the house was bombed! Now one by one they are crossing the river to burn the bridge... You can take the amount you want back! If you can, just take my store away. !!Fuck!”

Chen Ling turned around and walked into the lounge, slammed the door, and the air suddenly fell into dead silence.

"This……"

Everyone was shocked by Chen Ling's sudden anger. They looked at the pile of coins on the counter and were at a loss for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, someone sighed:

"Indeed, Lao Xiao is already in a very difficult situation..."

"After all, my inn was bombed. I took a look and found that the damage on that floor was too serious. The cost of repairing it is not cheap."

"In the final analysis, this is a completely unreasonable disaster. No one can bear it. Lao Xiao's temper is already very good..."

"We went too far... Let's just forget about the remaining two days' room fee. It's not much money anyway. It's our apology to Lao Xiao."

"What does it have to do with us? It's not like we blew up the house. We should get no less of the refund... Give it a minute, I want the money."

"..."

Some of the people had a good relationship with the boss, but in the end they did not refund the money. Some people walked directly to the counter, counted out the refund that was supposed to be given to them, and then walked outside. But none of these people noticed anything strange about the boss.

After a while, the inn was mostly empty.

Chen Ling leaned in the lounge and narrowed her eyes slightly when she heard the movement outside.

This time, he managed to get over the difficulty. However, under the surveillance of Ant, there is no guarantee that everything will go smoothly. He is just a pretender after all. If someone close to the boss appears again, there is a possibility of being exposed. Very big.

Just as Chen Ling was thinking about how to leave quietly, a commotion came from outside. Chen Ling looked out from the edge of the window and saw that the residents who had just walked out had been stopped by a group of police officers. He came down, as if he was questioning something carefully.

"Is there any backup plan?" Chen Ling knew that most of the police officers were here to screen him.

Now that the inn is full of ants watching, he can't even change his face and blend into the crowd. The situation seems to have completely reached a stalemate... Now Chen Ling's only choice is to continue to play the role of a good boss until the three people in [Fu Sheng Painting] lose their patience. , give up monitoring this inn.

But in doing so, he also runs a considerable risk of exposure, and he can't hide in the lounge all the time without seeing anyone.

"Are we going to go out and confront them head-on now?"

Chen Ling paced back and forth in the room, listing the skill combinations in her mind to see if she could find a way to break the situation.

At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and a strange light flashed in his eyes:

"Speaking of which...what exactly is this skill about?"

Since Chen Ling stepped onto the third level, he has never used the skills brought by his own twisting magic, and compared with the previous [Shadowless] and [Scarlet Trick], this skill feels very empty to him. As for him, he still doesn't understand what it means.

"Assigning a role will affect reality to a certain extent with the sense of belief when playing it..." Chen Ling murmured to herself.

Compared with [Shadow], which specializes in disguise, and [Scarlet Trick], which deceives vision, this skill seems to be more selective, but Chen Ling doesn't understand, what does the so-called "sense of faith" mean? How can we influence reality?

Chen Ling heard Han Meng mention it before. Among the multiple paths under the same Shinto, some of the skills in the first three levels may be the same. For example, most of the first-level Bingshen Dao are [Iron Clothes], but after advancing to the fourth level, , the domain characteristics are determined by different paths...

In other words, as the rank increases, the skill differences between different paths will become larger and larger. In the later stage, even the skills of different owners of the same path will be different. This is determined by personal characteristics.

Is it possible that his third-level skill is the embodiment of Chen Ling's "specificity"? Will it determine the direction of all subsequent fields and skills?

At this moment, Chen Ling's mind naturally showed the figures of Mo Jiao and the King of Plum Blossoms.

The only two people he has come into contact with so far are these two people, but they are both in the Shendao. Their abilities are completely different, such as "sheng", "dan", "pure", "mo" and "ugly". There is a natural connection between each profession. It's so different...but I have never been exposed to Peking Opera performances, and I have no understanding of them.

What will be Chen Ling's "unique" path...?

Chen Ling's brows wrinkled tighter and tighter. He felt that his eyes seemed to be filled with fog, and in the haze, he seemed to have come to a very important fork in the road.

Just as he was thinking hard, a beautiful young man walked to the counter outside the door and asked doubtfully and innocently:

"Huh? Boss??"