“Pfft, one minute, and he still counts as a man?”
Chen Dalei couldn’t help but sneer, though he quickly realized that the corpse of the other party was still hanging there with unfulfilled grievances. He promptly shut his mouth and pretended nothing had happened.
[The village girl got it wrong. Based on the exact time calculation, it was actually only 57 seconds.]
[Ma Yue never imagined that even after death, he’d still get dragged out for posthumous ridicule (crying emoji gif).]
[The real fear is that Ma Yue will get so angry he suddenly rises from the dead.]
[Even if he revives, it can’t change the fact that it was just one minute.]
[Respect for the dead; no offense intended. If you have an issue, please go straight to the village girl.]
At this moment, Ma Yue’s corpse began to swing increasingly wider, and his drooping head subtly lifted at some point. His bulging eyes, filled with extreme resentment, stared fixedly at Qing Li.
It was one thing to insult his corpse, but absolutely unacceptable to insult his duration.
Wang Tingting hesitantly said, “If it’s only one minute, it just means there was… an issue with that aspect. That’s not exactly abnormal, right?”
Qing Li’s gaze subtly fell on Huang Lina, and she smiled meaningfully. “Perhaps his time was too short to satisfy the ghost, so the ghost got angry and killed him!”
Everyone: “……”
If that were true, then Ma Yue’s death was… far too humiliating!
In the end, no one dared to touch Ma Yue’s corpse, and he remained hanging lifelessly in the elevator, unable to rest in peace.
The elevator doors slowly began to close, and in the very last moment, Ma Yue’s body suddenly rotated. His head lifted, and his gaze was filled with venomous malice.
This scene naturally fell into the eyes of all the players. They collectively sucked in a cold breath, the fear gnawing at their fragile nerves like maggots on rotting flesh.
Ma Yue…
Had really risen from the dead!
“Qing Li, do you… still sell your talismans?”
Wang Tingting stammered as she looked at Qing Li. She was starting to believe Qing Li might really have some skills.
Business had come knocking on its own. Qing Li grinned and said, “Yes, one talisman costs 100,000 popularity points.”
This exorbitant price made Wang Tingting’s face darken. She hesitated…
If the talisman worked, then 100,000 points would be worth it.
But if it didn’t, not only would she lose 100,000 points, but she might lose her life as well. Wouldn’t that be an even greater loss?
“100,000 is too high. I can only give you 10,000 at most.”
“This is a small business—no bargaining allowed. If you don’t want to spend money to save your life, I won’t force you.” Qing Li shrugged, leaving no room for negotiation.
Wang Tingting stomped her foot in frustration, but in the end, she transferred the money.
Unwillingly, she said, “Your talisman better work, or I won’t let you off!”
100,000 popularity points were nearly her entire fortune. To say she wasn’t heartbroken would be a lie.
“Don’t worry. This talisman was personally drawn by the most respected master in our Taoist temple,” Qing Li patted her plain, flat chest and made a casual guarantee.
Hearing that it was drawn by a master, Wang Tingting’s face improved slightly, and she muttered, “As long as it wasn’t drawn by you.”
The girl in front of her looked about seventeen or eighteen years old—completely incompatible with the term ‘master.’
However, in the next second, Qing Li shamelessly smoothed the cowlick on her head and grinned innocently, “There’s only me in our temple.”
Originally, there was a master, but… the master ran away!
Wang Tingting choked on her words: Damn it, I want a refund!
Qing Li pulled out a piece of yellowed talisman paper and handed it to Wang Tingting. The dark red cinnabar lines formed intricate, indecipherable patterns.
Wang Tingting took the talisman. Whether it was truly effective or just psychological, she felt a faint warmth emanating from it, dispelling the fear in her heart.
“Miss Wang, make sure not to lose this talisman,” Qing Li advised meaningfully as she looked at her.
From Qing Li’s clear and bright eyes, Wang Tingting felt an inexplicable discomfort. Those eyes were too clear, as though they could see straight into one’s soul.
Instinctively, she carefully folded the talisman into a triangle and tucked it into her pocket.
Perhaps… this talisman really could save her life.
“Anyone else want one? A talisman personally drawn by the enlightened master Qing Li. Not 998, not 888—just 100,000! Honest pricing, no tricks.”
Qing Li waved a stack of talismans, her gaze sweeping over Zhou Ya, Huang Lina, and Chen Dalei—completely ignoring Wen Yi.
Wen Yi: “……”
Targeted!
Seeing that no one else spoke up, Qing Li was a bit disappointed and stuffed the talismans back into her pocket.
Earning money from people is so much harder than earning money from ghosts!
Huang Lina sneered, “We’re not stupid enough to spend 100,000 on a fraudster’s talisman.”
Zhou Ya, who had once been ripped off by Qing Li, added, “She’s just a con artist who takes advantage of others’ misfortune. She doesn’t have a shred of ability.”
As for Chen Dalei, whose arm had been broken by Qing Li: “……”
Pah! If he could beat her in a fight, he would’ve twisted her head off already. How could he possibly buy her talisman?
[Village girl, don’t be disappointed. The problem lies with the quality of your customers, not your product.]
[Qing Li actually understands the hostility from those people. She just has a bit of kindness left in her heart and wants to give them a chance to survive. It’s their own fault for not treasuring it.]
[Wuwuwu, I’m so moved by her kindness. She’s not just greedy for money—turns out I misjudged her before.]
Qing Li glanced at the barrage of comments filled with crying emoji reactions and said seriously, “You didn’t misjudge me. I do just want to make money.”
Livestream chat: [……]
Give us back our tears of emotion!
They really shouldn’t have believed that the village girl had anything resembling a conscience!
Ma Yue’s tragic death left the other players distracted and on edge. They had once suspected the elevator hid some kind of secret, but now that Ma Yue’s corpse was hanging inside, no one dared approach it.
“Ding—”
The elevator’s electronic chime suddenly rang out.
“What are you doing?”
The players jumped in fright as they saw Qing Li’s finger pressing the elevator buttons repeatedly.
“Well, since the elevator can go up and down, of course I’m going to take it. Do you all really want to climb the stairs back to your rooms?” Qing Li responded matter-of-factly.
Come on, she was staying on the fourth floor—climbing stairs was exhausting!
Wen Yi’s temple twitched. Finally, he’d met a woman crazier than himself.
“You saw Ma Yue’s corpse just now. If the elevator opens again, who knows what might happen…”
Before Wen Yi could finish his sentence, the elevator doors slid open. Inside, it was completely empty.
The silvery walls were smooth and spotless, shining so brightly they could almost be called brand new.
The blood?
The corpse?
Ma Yue?
Where had everything gone?
Qing Li stepped one foot into the elevator and smiled brightly. “Are you all coming in too?”
The others instinctively took a step back…
Are you kidding? The elevator that had a corpse hanging inside just moments ago was now immaculately clean in the blink of an eye. This elevator was obviously suspicious. Only someone with a hole in their brain would go inside.
The elevator doors slowly began to close, and the players watched as the brainless Qing Li disappeared from sight…