With Qing Li’s explanation, the live-stream audience suddenly understood.
[No wonder she had to possess a female player to find a man—so this is what it means to have no physical body.]
[Truly a femme fatale!]
[With a neck that long, it’s a waste not to make her into Juewei duck neck.]
[It’s such a pity that such a beautiful ghost sister died. Little village girl, could you mail me everything above her neck? I’d love to keep it on my bed as a collectible (sticks out tongue GIF).]
[Get out of here, upstairs. Don’t think we don’t know what you’re really after.]
The chat successfully devolved into chaos thanks to the perverts.
Following the ghost’s neck, Qing Li eventually arrived at the fifth floor.
At the end of the hallway, a wooden door stood open.
She stepped inside, and the sight within made many viewers in the livestream scream in horror.
The room was filled with bloody human skins hanging everywhere, some still clinging to bits of flesh and fat—an utterly revolting scene.
On a wooden table in the center of the room sat five plates, each holding blood-drenched internal organs.
Viewers with medical knowledge recognized them as a human heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and stomach.
Combined with Ma Yue’s hollowed-out corpse, the implication was obvious.
“Found it.”
Qing Li located a blackened skeleton. Inside its ribcage was a pitch-black heart, oozing with a thick, nauseating aura of resentment.
This was the ghost’s true body.
“This type of ghost isn’t particularly high-level, just extremely cunning. Her face and voice have a bewitching effect—those with weak wills can easily fall under her spell. If you encounter such a ghost, all you need to do is find her heart, and then…”
Qing Li paused, forming a hand seal as a small flame flickered in her eyes.
Simultaneously, the black heart instantly crumbled into dust.
She continued, “All you need to do is find her heart… and then possess cultivation as powerful as mine. Then you can destroy her.”
Audience: […]
What were they even expecting?
[“Listening to your advice is like listening to nothing.”]
[“Listening to your words is a waste of ten seconds.”]
[“Listening to your wisdom is like hearing nonsense.”]
[“……”]
With the destruction of the female ghost’s heart, an ear-splitting shriek echoed throughout the entire hotel—
Unwillingness, fury, resentment.
Then, nothingness.
—Ding! Player No. 90, Qing Li, has eliminated a Malevolent Ghost-level entity. Obtained special item: [Skin of the Malevolent Ghost].
—This item is a disposable disguise tool.
—When used, you will gain Malevolent Ghost-level camouflage, undetectable by any supernatural beings.
An actual item drop? Qing Li checked her inventory and saw a fresh, blood-drenched human skin added to it. Instantly, her face twisted in disgust.
So filthy!
System: “…”
She gets free loot and still complains.
With the ghost gone, the extra room at the end of the hallway disappeared.
Qing Li hoisted her blood-dripping chainsaw over her shoulder and paused when passing by Room 502.
The door was wide open, and Wang Tingting lay unconscious on the floor.
Well, she is my client after all. Can’t just let her sleep on the cold, hard ground!
Feeling charitable, Qing Li stepped inside, bent down, and gave the unconscious Wang Tingting a shake.
“Hey, wake up.”
Wang Tingting groggily opened her eyes—only to see a woman drenched in blood, a chainsaw resting on her shoulder, bits of flesh and droplets of blood from its teeth plopping onto Wang Tingting’s face.
“Hi—”
Seeing her awake, Qing Li cheerfully raised a hand in greeting, flashing her most nuclear-friendly smile.
“Guh—”
Wang Tingting’s eyes rolled back, her breath hitched—and she fainted all over again.
Qing Li: ⊙▽⊙
Was she really that scary?
The system suddenly popped up with a reminder: “You’ve already dealt with the hidden supernatural entity in the hotel. The mission is completed ahead of schedule. You can choose to return now or wait until the mission time expires.”
Qing Li’s cowlick stood straight up: “Of course I’ll wait till the mission time ends! Otherwise, the three-day hotel booking would go to waste.”
System: “…”
Whatever makes you happy.
—
The next day.
Qing Li stood in the hotel lobby, staring at the elevator for a long time.
[What’s the little village girl spacing out at the elevator for?]
[No idea, but since she never does anything normal, it’s definitely nothing good.]
Suddenly, Qing Li grinned, her clear eyes glinting with mischief.
[Oh no. When the village girl smiles, ghosts start screaming.]
[That stupid look in her eyes—she’s definitely plotting against some poor sucker.]
A talisman appeared in Qing Li’s hand. She folded it into a paper crane, then whispered a few words to it.
A miraculous sight unfolded—the paper crane actually fluttered to life and took flight.
The livestream exploded with a flood of [HOLY SHT!!!] comments…
—
Meanwhile, in an operating room at East Suburb Hospital…
Chu Ci stood in a white lab coat, his cold gaze fixed on the corpse lying on the operating table.
It was a stitched-together body, much like himself, covered in surgical sutures.
Finally, he took out a talisman and pressed it onto the corpse’s forehead.
The corpse’s eyes snapped open—bulging grotesquely, its throat gurgling wetly.
“Chu…! Chu Ci!”
The corpse reacted as if it had seen something horrifying. Its eyeballs popped out, its flesh rapidly rotting away until nothing but a skeleton remained.
“Failure.”
Chu Ci impassively noted it down in his logbook.
Just then, a paper crane fluttered in through the window.
His expression softened slightly as he raised his hand, allowing the crane to land on his palm.
A familiar voice whispered into his ear—
“In recognition of employee welfare and to uphold the hospital’s people-oriented management philosophy, we have specially reserved a luxurious king bed hotel suite for employee Chu Ci. Work is demanding, but remember to balance labor with leisure. Rest well~”
As the last word faded, the little paper crane crumbled into ashes in his palm.
A faint smirk tugged at Chu Ci’s lips.
A luxurious king bed suite?
Was this… workplace favoritism—or something far less professional?