In an instant, Qin Che instinctively reached out and clung to a protrusion on the hotel's exterior wall, his entire body feeling as if pierced by a thousand needles.
It’s over, I’m going to die.
Qin Che looked down; below him was a haze of yellow dust, completely obscuring the ground, and the sound of ghostly wails drifted faintly from the distance.
Even though the chilling wind was biting, making Qin Che’s body ice-cold, fine beads of cold sweat still broke out on him.
Just as Qin Che was about to lose his grip, a cold hand stretched out from inside the window—slender and fair.
All the strength in Qin Che’s body suddenly slackened, and he was pulled upward by that hand like an Item.
Before Qin Che could catch his breath from surviving the ordeal, the white shadow grabbed him and forcefully pressed him against the door of Room 0749, then pressed her entire body against Qin Che’s chest.
Bang.
Qin Che was startled; despite having just narrowly escaped death, a secret joy sprouted in his heart.
Cold,
but very soft! Like jelly!
After feeling for a while, Qin Che finally saw the appearance of the white shadow—a woman wearing a long white dress.
Her features were too exquisite, like a meticulously carved work of art, yet her expression was cold and aloof. Her pale pink lips were tightly pursed, momentarily leaving Qin Che stunned.
Is this... a wall-slam kiss?
But isn't this a bit too sudden?
I just barely escaped death!
The warm breath exhaled from Qin Che’s mouth and nose instantly condensed into frost on her face.
Qin Che snapped back to his senses and was about to say something when the woman placed her cold hand over Qin Che’s mouth and shook her head at him.
Qin Che blinked, and immediately, a slow yet heavy footstep sounded from the hallway, growing closer, the sound becoming deeper.
Qin Che immediately sensed this sound, his whole body freezing in place as if encased in ice. His Both eyes were wide open but he dared not blink, and his Breath stopped in that instant.
But who knew, the woman pressed down harder on Qin Che’s nose, terrified that Qin Che might make the slightest sound.
The sound stopped when it reached Room 0748. Only a massive black shadow was cast behind the two of them. Qin Che’s gaze fell upon the shadow, and he instantly confirmed its owner—the person who had emerged from the Elevator earlier.
Qin Che’s face flushed crimson; he didn't dare make any sound.
Finally, the person slowly moved away, the sound of dragging a corpse fading into the distance.
But the girl’s hand covering Qin Che’s mouth and nose did not move. Qin Che was suffocating, and he started to Pat the girl’s hand before she finally let go of Qin Che.
Breathing fresh air again, Qin Che felt that nothing in this world was more wonderful than this. He breathed deeply, a satisfied smile on his face.
Snapping back to reality, he realized the girl was staring intently into his eyes.
“Thank you,” Qin Che smiled at her.
“You are Really good-looking!” the girl suddenly blurted out.
“Huh?” Qin Che touched his face, feeling a little embarrassed, “Just a little bit.”
“Favorability from Bai Weiwei +5, +5, +5, +5... Current Favorability is 2 stars.”
“Thanks,” Qin Che said helplessly.
“So, are you selling or not?” Bai Weiwei asked, blinking her eyes.
Hearing this, Qin Che suddenly erupted into Violent coughing.
This is too exaggerated!
Who asks if you’re selling right off the bat?
Seeing Qin Che’s ashen face, Bai Weiwei continued, “I really! Like, really like your eyes!”
“Huh?” Qin Che was bewildered.
“So, can you sell your eyes to me?” Bai Weiwei said cheerfully, and immediately, her restless little hands started reaching for Qin Che’s eyes.
Qin Che froze, then suddenly had an idea, and said excitedly toward Room 0750 behind Bai Weiwei, “Hey! You’re here!”
“Hm?” Bai Weiwei turned her head but saw the door to Room 0750 was shut tight. By the Time she realized what happened, Qin Che had already bolted out.
Bai Weiwei pouted, confused, “Why run away? It’s not like I wouldn’t get you a new pair of eyes.”
Seeing that Qin Che had vanished from sight, Bai Weiwei sighed, then suddenly thought of something, stamping her feet angrily, “Ah! I forgot the main business again! So annoying!”
Then, Bai Weiwei waved her hand, and she disappeared from the doorway of 0749.
After a while, the door to Room 0749 opened, and a sneaky head poked out.
“What the heck is going on!” he muttered cautiously to himself, “How could two Fierce Gods appear below the 14th floor at the same Time? Forget it, I’ll change rooms.”
...
Qin Che fled all the way and finally hid in the Bathroom, sitting on the Toilet and gasping for breath. After recovering, he looked up blankly at the Ceiling.
Two of them!
He touched his face and mumbled to himself, “Am I really that handsome? It shouldn’t be that much, right?”
Qin Che sighed and looked at the Black Rose in his palm.
The Favorability had reached 80; just 20 more Points until he could get a Ten consecutive draws.
Although Qin Che was quite happy about getting 30 Favorability from Bai Weiwei, Bai Weiwei was still a hidden danger. If she escaped this Time, she might track him down another day and dig out his eyes directly.
The more Qin Che thought about it, the more frightened he became. He quietly left the Bathroom, found a Flower Pot, dug out a clump of mud, went back into the Bathroom, dissolved it with water, and then smeared it evenly on his face.
After finishing everything, looking at his messy reflection in the mirror, Qin Che felt much more at ease.
The Thriller World was too terrifying.
Don’t these Female Ghosts know what modesty is? Why are they all so unrestrained?
After Qin Che left, a person walked out of the Bathroom.
He looked at the counter soiled by Qin Che, suppressed the churning in his stomach, pinched his nose, cleaned the Wash Hands basin, and then quickly ran up to the ninth floor, found Yang Zhi, and told him everything he had seen in the seventh-floor Bathroom.
“Qin Che probably just got lucky. If he had that many Points, he would have already been promoted to Steward long ago. Only an idiot would spend all their Points,” said the person responsible for cleaning the guest rooms on the ninth floor along with Yang Zhi.
“What do you know?” Yang Zhi retorted with a frown. “I used to think he was just an ignorant person, but in the Thriller World, his actions have indeed exceeded our expectations. Although I Don’t Know why he hasn’t advanced to Steward to Guarantee his own safety, he must have his reasons for doing this.”
“But smearing feces on his own face is a bit hard to justify, isn’t it?” another person said with a conflicted expression. He was the one who watched Qin Che smear that clump of brown stuff on his face; he almost threw up hiding in the Bathroom.
“Brother Liu, what do you think?” another companion asked. They all followed Yang Zhi, and Yang Zhi was considered the captain of their small team.
Yang Zhi pondered for a moment, then said gravely, “Do you remember the Investigator the Teacher Liu told us about from the Thriller Investigation Bureau?”
“No memory of it.”
“Teacher Liu gave us too many examples, so I can’t recall immediately, but when you mention feces, I remember him.” Yang Zhi said.
“Ah! You mean that Investigator who survived in the disaster-level Instance?”
“In that Instance, even an S-rank Investigator might not have survived, yet he managed to hide in a cesspool for three days and three nights. Why was he, someone who stumbled into a disaster-level Instance and wasn't even a Ghost Controller, able to survive? So Qin Che’s actions do have a basis.”
“Brother Zhi…” the companions cried out in distress.
“Listen to me.” Yang Zhi took a deep Breath. He didn't want to do this either, but there seemed to be a voice in his heart constantly tempting him to follow Qin Che’s actions, suggesting that doing so would allow him to survive, and perhaps even contend for a Mysterious Reward!
“This method still needs confirmation, but it’s better to believe it than not. Qin Che is such a handsome person? He would be showing off, not smearing feces on his face! Are your faces more precious than his?”
“That’s true,” someone agreed.
“So, this matter is entirely voluntary. Try not to spread it around either. I still hope to save some face, but if I have to choose between life and face, I choose life!” Yang Zhi said firmly, his gaze unwavering.
After speaking, Yang Zhi was the first to turn and stride toward the Bathroom. His back looked somewhat lonely, yet carried an air of resolute determination, as if he were the only one who could do it.
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