Chapter 93
Chapter 93
Snap-
A crisp crack rang out as a bare foot stepped on a branch. The Blind Ghost swayed unsteadily as she walked toward the scream. The road was covered in white locust flowers beaten down by the rain, like a snow-white carpet.
But in the eyes of the streamers, the scene transformed into something far more eerie.
A dim sky. Damp rain. An enormous locust tree thrashing in the wind and downpour. The female ghost in white walked barefoot over a blanket of bleached bones, the huge hem of her white dress billowing strangely against the wind.
“Fuck! You-mmph?” Fan Jianqiang’s cursing mouth was sealed shut by a lock of pitch-black hair. The agile strands danced before his eyes, eager to find an opening they could exploit.
-Hahahaha, perfect. Gag that mouth of his. Let’s see how he curses now!
-Finally, he’s dead. He’s finally going to die! God knows how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.
-Blind Ghost, hurry up and gouge out his eyeballs, rip off his arms, kekekeke.
-Kill him, kill him, kill him!
-No reason. I just hate him. I want him dead so bad hahahahaha.
A Ghost also had emotions that needed an outlet. The more hatred accumulated inside them, the more they needed to vent the hostility in their hearts.
Burdened by karmic sin, tormented and trampled until they were in unbearable pain, they wanted all the more to share that misery with everyone else.
They were just like internet trolls, hiding behind a screen and banging away at their keyboards, faithfully upholding the three no’s.
No thinking, no responsibility, no retreat. There wasn’t the slightest sign of any intellectual activity at all…
The only real way to shut them up was to make them afraid. Make them terrified. Like Qiao Yu did.
They couldn’t get away from him fast enough, so how could they possibly face him head-on?
Fan Jianqiang and the others clearly couldn’t do that, which was also the fundamental reason most streamers didn’t dare casually read the bullet comments in the Live Stream Room or interact with the audience.
After all, who wanted to be cursed and insulted for no reason?
Over there, the Blind Ghost was still slowly walking toward them. The mist on both sides made her face look even more miserable and horrifying. “Who exactly are you calling… a… filthy… thing!”
The Blind Ghost seemed to care a great deal about this point and kept pressing the question.
Just as she was about to reach them, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly gathered for some unknown reason. Even the faint sunlight that remained was swallowed up, and the entire area instantly fell into dimness.
Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh…
Gusts of cold wind swept in, blowing away the thin mist. Every illusion vanished in an instant.
The Blind Ghost’s ears twitched. She turned her head and “looked” toward the hospital’s sixth floor…
At that moment, a white feather fan had appeared in the Pen Spirit’s hand at some point. She subconsciously opened it, covering half her face, then turned her head and cursed under her breath, “Ptooey. Bad luck!”
Qiao Yu acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing. Shamelessly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes narrowed into slits. “How have you been lately?”
Hearing that, the Pen Spirit was so angry she snapped the fan shut with a swish. Her long, blood-red nails, painted with crimson polish, left a deep scratch on the ribs of the fan. Her tone held a trace of impatience. “If you have something to say, say it. What I hate most is that rotten habit of yours where you start with small talk every damn time. If you really cared about me so much, why don’t you call me over to catch up when nothing’s going on?”
-?? Holy shit! Did I miss something?!
-I haven’t missed a single stream, so when did the streamer get to know the Pen Spirit?!
-The point is, their relationship looks pretty good?
-What do you mean pretty good? The Pen Spirit clearly can’t stand him, okay!
-Have you never heard of a tsundere? Saying one thing and doing another? If the Pen Spirit really couldn’t stand him, she would’ve killed the streamer ages ago. Would she still be standing here wasting words on him?
-The strangest thing is! The Pen Spirit… such a low-key, solitary big-shot malicious ghost, how exactly did she meet the streamer and become friends with him?!
-Today I finally got to see a live one… ah, ptooey, today I finally got to see the real Pen Spirit!
-Yeah, haha. Everyone who’s seen her turned into a ghost, and everyone who turned into a ghost got swallowed by her. Amazing, truly amazing. The streamer isn’t just 666 anymore-he’s so 666 he’s practically taking off!
-I’m not curious about how the streamer became friends with the Pen Spirit. I just want to know: this cane plus Gongting Yuye Wine, plus a big hammer, minus a little hammer-what does that come out to in the end?
What could Qiao Yu even say? Was he supposed to pull the whole amnesia routine?
Forget it. This one would definitely think he was talking nonsense.
Too many priors. Tragic~
The main point was, he really couldn’t remember much. And the few memories he did have didn’t seem very pleasant…
So he said nothing. He simply raised a hand and pointed at the Nurse Ghost.
The Pen Spirit arched one of her elegantly old-fashioned willow-leaf brows, then slowly turned her head and looked coldly at the Nurse Ghost. Those eyes, weathered by countless years, seemed brimming with malice. “Do you have a question to ask?”
Her voice was very pleasant, and if one listened closely, her tone was even gentle. But the Nurse Ghost was so frightened that her whole body trembled, and she shook her head helplessly.
Seeing this, the Pen Spirit suddenly curved her lips. Her blood-red mouth parted slightly. “Since you don’t… then you may disappear!”
Almost instantly, the Pen Spirit spread her five fingers, her sharp nails reaching for the Nurse Ghost with a force that brooked no refusal.
The Nurse Ghost was pinned rigid by that sinister, murderous aura, as though it came from the abyss itself. Her livor-mottled neck was seized with ease.
Then a strange scene unfolded. A wisp of black energy seeped from the nails painted with red lacquer, and the Nurse Ghost’s body instantly became thin and transparent.
By the time Qiao Yu tried to speak up and stop her, it was already too late.
The Nurse Ghost quickly dissolved into nothingness. The ward was filled with her unwilling, shrill screams, echoing for a long, long time…
The Pen Spirit, however, looked as if she had taken some powerful tonic. Her face glowed with vitality, and a strange, vivid halo shimmered over her long, pointed nails.
[Ding! An unknown energy entity has been triggered, interfering with the Instance’s progression. The Instance is about to mutate…]
Qiao Yu: ??
[Warning: Due to the loss of a key NPC, the Instance’s progression has been disrupted. The Live Stream Room will no longer impose restrictions on any Ghosts within the Instance. Streamers, please exercise caution!]
Almost at the same time, every streamer received the notification from their livestream assistant.
Everyone panicked… What did it mean, the Live Stream Room would no longer impose restrictions on any Ghosts within the Instance?
Which bastard had done something so wicked, huh?!
Qiao Yu hurriedly raised both hands high to clear his name. “This has nothing to do with me. The Pen Spirit did it!”
Pen Spirit: …… (confused Black guy question mark face.jpg)
Weren’t you the one who told me to deal with the Nurse Ghost??
Shang Yan: ……
But the Pen Spirit… was summoned by you.
Shang Yan no longer wanted to speak.
But looking at it another way, given Qiao Yu’s style of doing things, an Instance Mutation seemed almost reasonable?
It was over. It looked like he had been PUA’d by Qiao Yu too.
[Instance Mutation countdown: 10, 9, 8…]
Qiao Yu and the Pen Spirit stood in place, staring at each other in bewilderment.
Shang Yan looked toward the spot where the Nurse Ghost had vanished, then pointed at the name badge on the floor and reminded them, “Hurry up and fill the NPC slot.”
Qiao Yu followed the direction of his finger and immediately caught on. He rushed over, picked up the name badge, and pinned it to the Pen Spirit’s clothes.
The next second, the Pen Spirit’s blood-red qipao transformed into a pure white nurse’s uniform.
[4, 3, 2… Ding! Instance NPC replenished. Instance Mutation terminated.]
The Pen Spirit lowered her head to look at the nurse’s uniform on her body and frowned in disgust.
“……”
She knew perfectly well that nothing good ever came from running into this bastard, and yet she had still come!
Fuck! Why couldn’t she ever learn her lesson?