Shameless Female Ghost

"Pah—"

Spitting out a mouthful of saliva, Jiang Qiao stepped on the Malevolent Ghost's bald head and lit a cigarette.

He had originally thought this Malevolent Ghost would be quite powerful.

After all, it had reached the second-tier level.

And its body was covered in scars, clearly indicating it had experienced the bloody storms of society.

Who knew it would fall with just one punch!

What the hell.

At first, he thought this guy was faking death, planning to ambush him like a camper.

But after a few punches, it was directly turned into an alien species.

Only then did he realize it was genuinely weak.

He shook his head.

Soon, this Malevolent Ghost turned into wisps of ghostly energy, absorbed into Jiang Qiao's body.

He felt that "Supernatural Chef" was only one step away from the second tier!

"Keep up the good work!"

Full of vigor, Jiang Qiao kicked open the door to another room.

He swaggered in.

The first thing that caught his eye was a huge wooden bed.

This bed was so large it could sleep five or six people, with plenty of room to do splits and somersaults.

The bed was covered with a black cotton quilt, embroidered with white "double happiness" characters, indicating it wasn't something from a proper household.

Besides that, a faint smell of blood permeated the entire room.

"Little darling, let me see where you are?"

Jiang Qiao first went to the bedside, his large hand covered in blue-green patterns grabbed a corner of the quilt and suddenly lifted it.

There was nothing there.

Under the quilt was only a piece of women's intimate apparel.

He picked it up and sniffed. It had a faint scent of jasmine, not the source of the bloody smell.

However, the clothing was thin and sheer, which Jiang Qiao felt was indecent.

So, he took out a lighter and set it ablaze.

Seeing the flames rising from his hand and the remaining ashes, he let out a simple, honest smile.

Female Ghost, you won't harm anyone!

He clapped his hands, and Boss Jiang began rummaging through the room.

"Where are you hiding?"

His hand suddenly grabbed the underside of the bed frame and exerted force.

"Clang!"

The entire bed was lifted by him.

Under the bed frame, there was no tied-up corpse as he had imagined.

"Not under the bed either."

He put the bed down and started playing a room escape game.

Occasionally, with a "bang," some cabinets couldn't withstand the pressure and scattered all over the floor.

"Could the Female Ghost not be in the room?"

Finding no results after searching everywhere, he couldn't help but frown.

"Click."

Suddenly, a faint sound caught his attention.

Following the sound, he found that a small mirror had appeared at the doorway at some point.

"Huh?"

Jiang Qiao was a little surprised.

There was definitely no such thing at the doorway just now.

He walked over and picked it up, finding that the front of the mirror was already shattered, covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

At first glance, it seemed ordinary.

But soon, he noticed something was wrong.

When the mirror was pointed at the bed, the reflection in the mirror changed.

On the large bed behind him, a naked woman had suddenly appeared.

At this moment, the woman was covering her face, seemingly weeping.

Jiang Qiao looked back; there was nothing on the bed.

"Does only the mirror show her?"

He swung the mirror around the room. The cracked surface didn't show any other scenes.

Only when he pointed it at the bed did a different landscape appear.

He walked to the bedside, holding the mirror.

"Miss, are you crying so sadly because you lost your household registration book?"

Jiang Qiao asked with a smile.

The woman sitting on the bed seemed to hear his voice and actually looked up.

Her looking up startled Jiang Qiao!

"Holy crap!"

The woman's face was covered in crisscrossing scars, looking like they were made by a knife.

Some of these scars had healed, while others were still bleeding.

"Wuwuwu, my husband isn't paying attention to me anymore."

In a daze, Jiang Qiao heard the woman's voice by his ear.

He instinctively reached out to touch the spot where the woman was, but couldn't feel anything.

Even in the mirror, his hand's reflection didn't appear.

"This is interesting."

Seeing this, Jiang Qiao was slightly stunned, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Miss, why isn't he paying attention to you?"

"He said I cheated on him, wuwuwu—"

The woman's crying grew clearer, and Jiang Qiao felt a strange aura emanating from the mirror, enveloping him.

He and the female ghost in the mirror began to form a connection.

"Then did you actually cheat on him?" he asked calmly again.

"I did."

The female ghost suddenly calmed down, a strange smile appearing on her monstrous face.

"Wasn't the person I cheated with you?"

The next moment, Jiang Qiao felt a slight dizziness, but it quickly disappeared.

From the mirror, a hand reached out, trying to pull him in.

Unfortunately, it couldn't budge him.

The female ghost showed a hint of confusion.

"Miss, I can't control myself."

The next moment, Jiang Qiao grabbed the hand, and with a flash of lightning, electricity flowed along the hand into the mirror.

The female ghost didn't even have time to scream.

With a bewildered look on her face, she turned to ash.

The already shattered mirror let out a "crack" and turned into a pile of fragments.

"This female ghost is indeed interesting."

Jiang Qiao nodded.

She wasn't in reality, but in the mirror world.

This reminded Jiang Qiao of some ghost stories he had read before.

Some unlucky people played games with their reflections in the mirror, and then their shadows came alive, swapping places with them.

From then on, the shadow lived in reality in place of the unlucky person.

The unlucky person themselves was trapped inside the mirror, forever unable to escape.

This female ghost probably had a similar ability.

Jiang Qiao once again experienced the vast variety of malevolent ghosts.

Behind every malevolent ghost mentioned in passing in the simulator, there were countless human souls crying out in agony.

"Sigh."

He sighed.

"Strength, I must have absolute strength to be able to establish myself in this supernatural apocalypse."

Next, Jiang Qiao followed suit, violently kicking open all the doors.

Unfortunately, no trace of any Malevolent Ghosts was found in the remaining rooms.

Even setting the house on fire didn't reveal any suspicious presences.

He walked down the stairs with some regret.

The first-floor lobby.

The old woman at the hotel's front desk had disappeared. It was unclear if she had clocked out.

Jiang Qiao rummaged through the counter and found some colorful banknotes. They looked like Ghost Money, but were slightly different.

This was because the denominations were: one year, two years, five years, and ten years.

Good heavens.

Jiang Qiao immediately understood.

The room rates at this hotel were actually human lifespans!

When he checked in earlier, the old woman said the room rate was ten yuan per night.

He guessed she meant ten years!

Damn it, this black-hearted inn!

Such a dilapidated hotel charging such exorbitant prices!

I must fine them!

Muttering curses, Jiang Qiao pocketed the money.

Besides that, he also took down the oil lamp hanging on the wall.

However, this thing wasn't very useful, it just provided light.

He considered it a bonus alongside the Ghost Money.

Carrying the oil lamp, he swaggered out of the hotel.

It was pitch black outside, with a thin layer of mist that obscured everything.

However, as soon as the mist encountered the light from the oil lamp, it was immediately dispelled.

Jiang Qiao chuckled.

Quite nice. Although I don't need it with my Dual Pupils active.

He followed the small path, intending to look around and see if there were any other Malevolent Ghosts.

As he walked, Jiang Qiao suddenly stopped.

He heard a strange sound coming from a distance.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound was rhythmic, like the striking of a wooden clapper.

A Night Watchman?

Jiang Qiao showed a curious expression and walked towards the source of the sound.