“Darling, you’re so handsome. How about giving me your skin?”
The woman’s long neck coiled around Wen Yi’s body in a full loop.
At this moment, Wen Yi was completely naked. The icy chill of the woman’s neck pierced to the bone, raising a fine layer of goosebumps across his skin.
As the 14th-ranked figure in the livestream, Wen Yi had long since unlocked the mission prompt.
Hint 3: Do not make any promises.
This was the condition that would trigger the ghost to kill him. As long as he didn’t agree, there was still a sliver of hope for survival.
Seeing Wen Yi’s tightly sealed lips, the woman tightened her neck like a giant python constricting its prey, winding around him in loop after loop.
When Qing Li arrived on the third floor, the first thing she saw was this scene.
“Wow, this sleazy fox has such bizarre tastes—stripped naked in public, getting it on with a ghost. My eyes are tainted.”
Qing Li silently turned around and bought a bottle of purified water from the system.
The livestream audience thought she was going to wash her eyes, but instead, Qing Li took a big gulp from the bottle.
“Phew, it’s all this sleazy fox’s fault for sending the elevator to the third floor. Made me take the stairs down—exhausting.”
Audience: […]
Going from the fourth floor to the third—what a grueling ordeal for their little village girl.
“Qing Li, help me!”
Seeing Qing Li appear, Wen Yi, on the verge of suffocation, cried out for help.
The tuft of hair on Qing Li’s head stood on end as she kept her back to him and asked, “Do you have money?”
“Yes,” Wen Yi forced out with difficulty.
The ghost woman’s neck was squeezing him so tightly he could barely breathe. Every second wasted sent sharp pains through his chest.
“Give me all your money, and I’ll consider whether or not to save you.” Qing Li’s tone left no room for negotiation.
Wen Yi gritted his teeth and managed another strained word: “Fine.”
Having gotten her answer, Qing Li shuffled backward in small steps. She reached behind her and flashed the smartwatch on her wrist, signaling Wen Yi to transfer the money first.
Strangely, the ghost woman made no move to interfere.
With great effort, Wen Yi raised his arm and transferred all his popularity points to Qing Li.
Of course, he wasn’t foolish enough to transfer everything he had.
When Qing Li saw the newly deposited 6 million popularity points, her face immediately lit up with joy.
But the next second, she said coldly, “I’ve considered it—I won’t save you.”
She slowly turned around, watching as Wen Yi’s expression shifted from despair to fury.
“Qing Li—”
Wen Yi gnashed his teeth, his handsome face twisting with rage.
Qing Li smiled, but her eyes were icy as she said calmly, “Wen Yi, even though I’m not saving you now, I won’t take your money for nothing. After you die, I’ll pick a prime feng shui spot for you and perform a proper rite of passage. So, consider this money an advance payment for your posthumous services.”
Those words alone were enough to make Wen Yi spit blood in anger.
[The little village girl actually went back on her word—Wen Yi might not be killed by the ghost, but he’ll die of rage.]
[The little village girl’s logic is flawless—take the money, do the job. It’s just that this time, the job is a funeral.]
[Six million for a personal send-off by the little village girl? Wen Yi’s death is worth it.]
[A death with great value for money.]
[A good death, a clever death, a death worth crowing about.]
[Wen Yi: Fine, then I’ll hurry up and die.]
Fortunately, Wen Yi couldn’t see the barrage of comments in Qing Li’s livestream—otherwise, he really might have died from sheer fury.
Qing Li’s small face remained expressionless. She didn’t think there was anything particularly shameful about her actions this time. After all, Wen Yi was going to die anyway, and his unused popularity points would just be reclaimed by the system.
Better to let anyone benefit—anyone but that damn system!
So… why not let her benefit instead?
Besides, Wen Yi was shrouded in dark energy. Just moments ago, two more karmic obstacles had appeared on his face—clear signs that he had taken two more lives.
Considering the gruesome states of Zhou Ya and Huang Lina’s vengeful spirits, it wasn’t hard to deduce who their killer was.
If she really saved Wen Yi, part of the karmic consequences tied to him would transfer to Qing Li.
And when the time came for her tribulation—when her cultivation reached completion—even the heavenly lightning would strike her a few extra times out of spite.
But just as everyone was certain Wen Yi was doomed, a blood-drenched eyeball appeared in his hand.
Cursed Item: Blood Eye
Passive Effect: Temporarily slows all visible targets.
Duration: 10 seconds.
But the cost was immense.
Wen Yi raised his head—one of his eye sockets was a bloody, hollow cavity.
“Qing Li, die.”
Breaking free from the female ghost’s grip, he charged at Qing Li with a dagger in hand.
Qing Li’s movements were slowed infinitely, yet a massive cleaver appeared in her hand. The silver blade reflected the smirk on her lips as she narrowed her eyes. “How about you die first? I’m afraid if I die before you, there’ll be no one left to perform your rites—then all that money you gave me would’ve been for nothing.”
When it came to provoking hatred, Qing Li was always the best.
Shock flashed in Wen Yi’s remaining eye—he clearly didn’t understand why the Blood Eye had no effect on her.
At the last possible moment, he veered off and dashed into Room 301, leaping straight out the window.
“Qing Li, next time we meet, I will kill you.”
His voice faded into the darkness…
“Tsk, how could you let him escape? You’re utterly useless—couldn’t even keep prey right in front of you. You’re such a failure as a ghost, a complete disgrace to the ghost realm.”
Seeing Wen Yi get away, Qing Li unleashed a verbal barrage at the long-necked ghost woman.
Ghost Woman: ???
“Oh well, now it’s just the two of us left. So…”
Qing Li swapped her cleaver for a chainsaw, tilting her head with a sweet smile. “So… would you like to die on your own, or would you prefer the express route—courtesy of me?”
The roar of the chainsaw’s engine echoed through the hallway.
“You’re dead.”
The ghost woman’s neck stretched again, her gaping mouth lunging straight for Qing Li’s throat.
But the next second—
Thud.
The ghost woman’s head rolled onto the floor, coming face-to-face with Ma Yue’s severed head—two pairs of eyes staring blankly at each other.
Ma Yue’s head puckered its lips and cooed: “Sis, you’re so pretty~ Even though you killed me, I still adore your face. Mwah~”
“Piss off~”
The female ghost tried manipulating her yin energy to reattach her head, but she suddenly realized—her head had lost all connection to her neck.
That’s when she noticed: the chainsaw in Qing Li’s hands was no ordinary weapon.
“Dr. Chu’s gadgets really come in handy. Don’t even need to waste my spiritual energy dealing with these freaks now.”
Qing Li admired the chainsaw with satisfaction. Without even glancing at the ghost’s severed head, she slowly dragged the buzzing blade down the ghost’s neck. Blood sprayed violently in all directions.
The entire hallway was instantly painted crimson—transformed into a corridor straight from hell.
Seeing her body being mutilated, the ghost screamed curses, but Qing Li couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge her.
“Hey viewers, know what kind of ghost this is?”
Qing Li launched into educational commentary for her livestream audience: “Officially, this long-necked ghost is called a ‘Long-Necked Skull’—same name as a giraffe. Usually forms from the resentment of venomous, scheming women after death. Hence their necks stretch like snakes, but their hearts were so rotten that their bodies decayed away. So these ghosts only have necks and heads—no torso at all.”