I Guarded the Caesar Hotel for a Hundred Years in Mysteries Returns

Steep cliffs rise a thousand zhang high, and white bones lie scattered like snow. Torches blaze at the prow, ghost fires flicker high and low. — The corpse nation city.

“Caesar Hotel is going to be renovated again. Dig two pits in the yard: put the ghost lake in one and the blood pond in the other.

Throw in a few paper boats on top, the kind sold for three yuan each in paper money.

Move the big clock that exists in the wrong time onto the lawn, and bring over that piano with many missing keys.

Set up a post office in the back corner so guests can send and receive red envelopes.

...

When I go out to collect materials, if anyone comes to steal the home,

whether they come by the bus that always stalls or by a paper sedan chair, there’s no need to stop them on purpose.

The old guests will take care of the new guests and make them feel perfectly at home.

You only need to keep an eye on that special room.”

Li Qing, the last master of Caesar Hotel, said with a smile to the man corpse with a cleaver.

The cleaver-wielding corpse: “...” It turned and continued patrolling, its black shadow spreading across the entire corridor.