Among the swarm of robots that were following, one of them ran to the ice cream stand and bought a small bowl of ice cream, intending to scoop it out for Wang to eat.
As the robot approached, it looked at Ji Zhaoming, who was eating cotton candy, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Does Your Majesty still have hands to hold it?"
Ji Zhaoming, puzzled, asked, "Hmm?"
Oh, by the way, these robots are also eyeing him for food.
"No, no need. I don't really want ice cream right now," Ji Zhaoming said softly.
"It's so cool QAQ."
Ji Zhaoming was afraid that if he watched any longer, he would soften and agree to take a bite.
Taking a bite wouldn't be a problem, but considering the many robots remaining behind him, Ji Zhaoming chose to refuse.
The staff member, head bowed, stamped the customer's passport, casting a shadow over the room. Without looking up, the customer said, "Please queue for ticket inspection."
A soft, boneless hand reached out.
In her fair hand was a black ticket.
The two tickets formed a distinct color, and the staff member was momentarily stunned, thinking, "What a beautiful hand!"
But no matter how pretty you are, you can't cut in line.
The staff member looked up, their attitude much better: "Hello, regarding ticket checking—"
Before he could finish speaking, he saw the words "Fast Track" clearly printed on the ticket stub in his hand.
Are they a machine race?!
What stood before him was a machine race?
When did such beings appear among the machine race?!
No wonder his colleagues were talking about machine races a while ago. He was thinking, "It's true that we're all from the same generation of colleagues. They don't even know how terrifying machine races are, yet they dare to talk about them behind my back."
So that's the reason.
He lowered his head again, looking flustered, stamped the ticket stub, and said, "Please wait another five minutes—no, three minutes will be enough."
Out of the corner of their eye, the staff member noticed an ice cream being held by one of the machine races.
If it melts while standing outside, wouldn't that be the end of me?
He quickly led the person into an air-conditioned room.
Once the three-minute mark was up, he immediately led the person to the entrance of the haunted house.
When he returned to the ticket gate, he suddenly felt that something was strange.
When did machine races develop a fondness for sweets?
Ji Zhaoming could see the employee's fear. The employee looked quite old, and he was afraid that if he tried to be friendly, he would frighten him. So he quietly waited for the time to come.
The room was pitch black, with only occasional flickering of a dim light. The sound of the wind was in my ears, sounding like the weeping of ghosts.
The robots formed a circle, with Ji Zhaoming standing in the very center.
"Thump!"
The sound of drumming came from somewhere, and Ji Zhaoming shuddered, paused slightly, and began to move closer to Gu Yunzhou.
A dim light suddenly shone on a person's bluish-black face. The tongue was sticking out long, and it looked like it was about to lick Ji Zhaoming's face at any moment. However, it seemed to be afraid of something, and after hovering around for a few moments, it disappeared again.
Ji Zhaoming grabbed Gu Yunzhou's sleeve with one hand and continued walking forward reluctantly.
"Huff huff".
The sound effects are incredibly realistic, as if someone is standing right behind you, constantly blowing air into you.
Ji Zhaoming's heart leaped into his throat, and he abruptly turned around—
A figure stood not far away, smiling slightly at him, revealing a blood-red face that looked particularly terrifying in the eerie environment.
Ji Zhaoming is not afraid of ghosts.
But fearing something that suddenly appeared, especially with a doll beside the figure, and hearing a slightly shrill girl's voice echo in the empty space: "Brother, where did you come from?"
"Gu... Gu Yunzhou." Ji Zhaoming climbed onto Gu Yunzhou's sleeves with both hands.
"Hmm." Gu Yunzhou's large palms completely enveloped Ji Zhaoming's hands, and he inserted his hands between Ji Zhaoming's fingers, obediently holding him. He said, "Please come closer to me, Master."
As you walk forward, you can finally see a glimmer of light.
Without thinking, Ji Zhaoming walked towards the light, but was stopped by Gu Yunzhou beside him after only a few steps.
"Hmm?" Ji Zhaoming asked, "What's wrong?"
Gu Yunzhou frowned deeply.
Where there is light in the darkness, there must be an explosion.
However, the king is now clinging tightly to him.
This was a moment when he could pull Wang into his arms without even having to take the initiative.
Ultimately, however, the king's safety must be the primary consideration.
Gu Yunzhou, holding Ji Zhaoming's hand, said, "Let's go there."
Beside it, in a pitch-black, almost invisible place, there was another road.
Ji Zhaoming squinted as he walked in, and only then did he see clearly. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "Your eyes are really sharp."
The machine race can see their environment without relying on light.
This is a place completely different from that of humans.
Gu Yunzhou pursed his lips and gave a soft "hmm".
As Gu Yunzhou walked into the dark passage, he suddenly turned around and stared at the light-filled passage in the distance, his ears twitching slightly.
"What's wrong?" Ji Zhaoming asked curiously.
"fine."
Even though the road was perfectly safe, the complete lack of light made it difficult for Ji Zhaoming to walk, and he always felt like he was about to bump into something.
He reached out and ran his hand around, feeling something soft and yielding under his feet, as if he were stepping on something—
people?!
Ji Zhaoming suddenly raised his foot and took several steps back. His arm was suddenly grabbed, and Ji Zhaoming lunged towards the person.
A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted into his nostrils. Ji Zhaoming called out, "Gu Yunzhou?"
"Um?"
"Underfoot," Ji Zhaoming said with a clear face, "I think I stepped on something."
Gu Yunzhou glanced down at it.
He moved his hands from the arm to the waist, grabbed Ji Zhaoming's slender waist with both hands, and pulled him up to his side with a sudden force: "It's alright now."
There weren't any people underneath; it was just a layer of soft animal hide, deliberately made to feel like that, in order to scare away any travelers who had wandered in.
Gu Yunzhou said, "Go this way."
He made way for Ji Zhaoming to walk across, and then walked back to where Ji Zhaoming had been standing.
Ji Zhaoming asked uncertainly, "Are you really alright?"
"It's nothing." Gu Yunzhou shook his head. "Please come with me, Master."
The path was narrow, and as they walked further along it became increasingly crowded, the group had no choice but to split into one line.
Fortunately, both Ji Zhaoming and Gu Yunzhou were very thin, and the two clung tightly together, with most of Ji Zhaoming's body leaning against Gu Yunzhou.
Even through the thin layer of clothing, the intense heat emanating from Gu Yunzhou could be felt.
Maybe you stepped on something.
But perhaps he just stepped on his own other foot.
Ji Zhaoming tripped and fell into Gu Yunzhou's arms.
He was hugged tightly from behind, and a deep voice sounded in his ear like a cello, "Are you alright, Master?"
Ji Zhaoming shook his head, placed his hands on Gu Yunzhou and gently lifted himself off Gu Yunzhou.
What she encountered was Gu Yunzhou's rock-hard abs.
The place was too awkward. Ji Zhaoming was at a loss, not knowing where to put his hands. He was frozen in the middle, and could only stand up by relying on Gu Yunzhou's hands for support.
"Ah—" A scream came from the passageway next to us, followed by a flurry of footsteps.
Ji Zhaoming turned around and looked: "What happened—huh?"
He was already unsteady, his body stiffened in place, his limbs clumsy, and startled by the noise, he fell towards Gu Yunzhou again.
For some unknown reason, Gu Yunzhou suddenly let out a muffled groan, quickly grabbed Ji Zhaoming's hands, and said, "Don't move."
His tone was different from usual.
Even the breath he exhaled when he spoke was hot.
Gu Yunzhou was so fast that Ji Zhaoming didn't even have time to react before asking, "Gu Yunzhou, are you alright?"
Ji Zhaoming's body was held firmly by a pair of large hands, unable to move.
After a long while, he heard Gu Yunzhou catch his breath: "It's nothing."
Ji Zhaoming felt like rubbing his ears.
It itches.
The noise from the other side of the passage grew increasingly intense, a mixture of cursing and crying, which made Ji Zhaoming frown.
Gu Yunzhou helped Ji Zhaoming stand in the narrow passage and asked, "Master, are you ready?"
The question was asked with unusual seriousness, as if afraid that Ji Zhaoming would collapse again.
That's strange. Even if someone falls, they should be able to be supported.
Ji Zhaoming didn't understand what Gu Yunzhou was panicking about. He shook his head and said, "Wait a moment."
Once the numbness in his legs subsided, he stood up straight again and asked, "Should we go see what happened?"