"Ghost Town… play for a week?" Qian Cangyi walked to the gate, his gaze resting on the dog-faced man's face.
The memory from just now resurfaced in his mind, and combining it with the three words "Sir Cheng Xingyuan," led him to a conclusion.
This was still a dream!
Qian Cangyi directly clarified the situation to the dog-faced man, "I know I am still inside a dream, so whatever you want to do, the result will be the same. Do you understand?"
The dog-faced man furrowed his brows, but not in a troubled expression. He blinked and replied, "Sir Cheng Xingyuan, with all due respect, you are not the first tourist to encounter this situation."
"Due to the discrepancy between perceptual time and actual time, many tourists feel like they are dreaming when their week in Ghost Town ends."
"This is normal. Our packages include corresponding memory recovery training."
"If Sir Cheng Xingyuan needs, I can introduce you to the content of the memory recovery training."