Stinky Baby, You're the Most Perfect Wraith!

Near noon!

The Trial Hall opened.

Xin Yang entered.

The lobby of the trial space was exceptionally grand!

There were still quite a few newly arrived Specter Adepts waiting in an orderly line.

After entering, Xin Yang did not waste any time. Following the steps he had looked up beforehand, he went to the front desk and joined the queue.

It was Xin Yang's turn.

When the young woman at the front desk saw Xin Yang, she could not help giving him a few extra looks. Then she noticed his school uniform and immediately recognized him as a student.

It seemed this was another student who had only recently awakened successfully.

Xin Yang gestured politely. "Hello, I'd like to enter the artificial specter space for a trial..."

As he spoke, he took out his ID card.

He faced the machine and scanned his iris.

After waiting a moment, Xin Yang's information appeared on the receptionist's screen.

[Xin Yang]

[School: Wucheng No. 2 High School]

[Awakening Date: June 6]

[Companion Specter: Dreamsource Ghost]

[Companion Specter Serial Number: 908]

[31 days have passed since last entering an artificial specter trial space]

[May enter an artificial specter trial space again]

The receptionist looked at the large bag of apples Xin Yang was carrying. Tilting her head, she asked with a bellyful of doubts:

"Sir, this may be a little presumptuous, but may I ask whether you intend to bring this bag of apples into the trial space?"

Xin Yang nodded and replied calmly, "Yes. This is my specter item. Can't I bring it into the trial space?"

The receptionist quickly shook her head and explained:

"No, sir. Your belongings merely need to be inspected before you enter the trial space. Once they pass inspection, you can bring them inside."

Xin Yang shrugged. "Then inspect them."

The receptionist called over nearby soldiers. They took out instruments and scanned the bag of apples back and forth for quite some time.

"I'm sorry, sir..."

"Recently, too many Ghost God Cult cultists have been carrying large-scale destructive specter items to attack artificial specter spaces. That's why we needed to inspect your belongings," the receptionist explained, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Xin Yang glanced at the receptionist and replied evenly:

"It's fine. I understand. Can I enter the trial space now?"

"Yes, sir. Please take your number tag. When the broadcast calls your name, you may proceed to the corresponding area and enter the trial space."

With the number tag in his right hand and the bag of thoroughly rummaged apples in his left, Xin Yang walked toward the waiting area.

He waited for around two hours.

At last, Xin Yang's number and name came over the broadcast.

Xin Yang stood, picked up the apples, and headed toward the designated area.

Inside a rental room barely more than ten square meters in size.

Xin Yang abruptly opened his eyes.

He sprang upright from the bed like a carp flipping through the dragon gate.

Xin Yang found himself in a filthy, cluttered room.

The room contained only a toilet and a tiny kitchen partitioned off with wooden boards.

The place was a complete mess.

The floor was littered with cigarette butts and empty beer bottles.

All kinds of stockings lay scattered messily across the bed.

"Balenciaga black stockings. This specter has taste."

Xin Yang's gaze showed appreciation.

An old-fashioned boxy television was playing some unknown action movie—possibly the wholesome kind.

Just then, the rental room door made a sound.

Click—

It sounded like someone was unlocking the door with a key!

The rental room door opened.

It was a woman who looked to be around thirty.

She wore a black bodycon skirt that showed off her figure, while the black stockings wrapped around her long legs did not look tacky.

She also wore a pair of black AJs.

Who knew whether they were from Putian.

Her skin was fair.

Her neck was long and graceful like a swan's.

From the back alone, she was a solid ninety out of a hundred!

She turned around stiffly, removed her mask, and said to Xin Yang:

"Honey, you must be hungry, right? I'll cook for you in a moment."

Only then did Xin Yang see her face clearly.

There was no skin on her face, and the flesh beneath was still oozing blood. Since she had no eyelids either, her eyes looked as though they might fall out at any moment.

Her eyeballs were crammed full of blood vessels.

Back-view Killer

Xin Yang immediately panicked and called out to his brother in his heart.

"Bro, I can't handle this."

"Bro, if you don't come out now, your little brother is done for!"

"Bro, please, stop sleeping."

A helpless voice sounded in Xin Yang's heart.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. You won't even let me sleep in peace."

Then "Big Brother" instantly took control of the body.

Just as "Big Brother" was about to block off all of "Little Brother's" senses.

Xin Yang pleaded to his brother in his heart:

"Bro, don't block me off this time! I'm not a kid anymore. I want to see how you deal with specters too."

"Besides, I can't possibly rely on you forever. So let me watch you and learn how to deal with specters first."

Xin Yang (Big Brother) froze for a moment, then retorted, "You can't learn Big Brother's methods!"

"Big Brother" gave a helpless bitter smile.

He had never wanted to refuse "Little Brother's" requests.

Because, in his heart, he had owed "Little Brother" since they were young.

"Fine. If you want to watch, then watch!"

"Thanks, Big Bro."

Xin Yang (Big Brother) glanced at the Skinning Wraith.

He opened his mouth and asked:

"Is epidemic prevention and control in the Specter World this strict now?"

"Do specters need to wear masks when they go out too?"

The Skinning Wraith was dumbfounded.

What did epidemic prevention and control in the Specter World have to do with anything?

What the hell did her wearing a mask have to do with him!

"I... I only wear a mask to cover my face after it was skinned."

Xin Yang (Big Brother) stood up, pulled the Skinning Wraith over to the bed, and had her sit down.

One hand stroked the Skinning Wraith's earlobe!

The other stroked her hair.

In a magnetic voice, he said:

"It's okay, stinky baby!"

"What you look like isn't something you get to decide."

"So you have to bravely face your imperfect self."

"To me, you are the most perfect."

Emotion flashed through the Skinning Wraith's eyes.

"Honey, you're the first person to say I'm perfect."

"You must be hungry, right? I'll go cook for you."

Xin Yang (Big Brother) nodded.

"Go on!"

The Skinning Wraith fussed around in the tiny kitchen for a while.

The meal was ready.

She brought it before Xin Yang (Big Brother).

"Honey, today I only made one dish: stir-fried human skin."

"Try some!"

Xin Yang (Big Brother) looked gently at the Skinning Wraith.

"You eat first. When I'm hungry later, I'll eat."

"All right, honey. I'll eat first."

More than ten minutes later, the Skinning Wraith put down her chopsticks.

"Honey, I'm done eating."

Xin Yang (Big Brother) licked his lips, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Now that you're full, let's get down to business!"

The Skinning Wraith looked at the man by the bed, whose expression had changed in an instant.

Her face filled with astonishment.

"Honey, what's wrong? Is the food not to your taste?"

"If it doesn't suit your taste, I'll make it again. Don't be angry!"

Smack—

Xin Yang (Big Brother) viciously slapped the Skinning Wraith across the face.

His brows drew tightly together as he roared mercilessly:

"I'm not your husband!"

"Baby, you're a specter..."

"I'm human."

"I know you're after my body."

"But humans and specters walk different paths, don't you understand?"