While they were in a trance, they heard the girl speak, seemingly with a gentle smile:
"I said, I won't kill you."
"I prefer to let the ghosts here kill you, that will be more painful. Of course, if you are lucky enough to be alive when the mission is about to be completed, I will go find you when the time comes."
The girl smiled and stopped looking at him after finishing speaking.
Looking at the bright red liquid dripping down the front desk, it has gradually dried and condensed, like a few coquettish eyes telling a scary story.
The girl turned around slowly.
A murderous aura surged out of her body, almost turning into a real blade. The bright eyes are covered with the coldness of winter in the twelfth lunar month.
She didn't speak, but her eyes swept over them. Everyone felt that the blood in their bodies was about to freeze, and even their breathing slowed down a few beats.
Yuan Qingli moved slowly towards the pale "Chicken Feet" player and waved him over.
The trembling boy didn't dare to disobey and walked over to have close contact with her.
Look at it this way, this violent woman is really bright and beautiful, like those big stars on the Internet.
"Hello, handsome guy. May I ask your name?" Yuan Qingli extended his friendly right hand, making people think that everything that just happened was an illusion.
If you ignore the golden retriever's screams from time to time.
"Hi, hello. My name is Xia You." I don't know whether he was confused or in pain, but the other party stuttered a little.
Before the other party reached out, Yuan Qingli grabbed the broken chicken feet.
"Hey, it hurts!"
Yuan Qingli ignored him and directly pressed the other party's hand on the register and wrote the words "Xia Tian You".
The broken wound was about to solidify, but now it burst open again, and the piece of flesh was torn off and left on the registration book, twisting and telling his protest.
The words written in blood are still being sucked dry.
However, a red light flashed at the front desk, and a rectangular card appeared out of thin air with several black numbers on it: 1808.
It looks like I have to write a letter in blood.
"You're welcome." Yuan Qingli twirled the room card familiarly and patted it in the other person's hand. Xia You didn't know whether to be angry or grateful.
Touching his key card, there was a slight sting in the coldness, which was the sequelae of biting his finger just now.
What age are we in, and yet we still have to write a blood letter!
Yuan Qingli stood alone in the elevator. Just now she politely declined the friendly invitations of several "players" and chose an elevator by herself.
The numbers are increasing, Yuan Qingli lives on the 13th floor, 1305. Compared to the chicken feet on the 18th floor just now, she thought it was pretty good.
Anyway, I am Chinese and I don’t care about foreign things.
But why do I always feel like there is a cold wind behind me?
Turn boldly.
There is nothing but empty surveillance.
Yuan Qingli closed her eyes and felt carefully. In the blink of an eye, there was another person in front of her.
To be precise, a human head.
This is a head with long hair falling from the sky.
Yuan Qingli stared at the other person's nostrils - there was no way, the other party was hanging upside down, and the nostrils were always fresher from this angle.
After seeing that there were no nose hairs, Yuan Qingli felt that this was not polite, so she looked at her entire face.
A standard oval face, long eyelashes and double eyelids, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
His face was slightly bluish, with a strange luster, his lips were a serious purple, and with his long hair falling down, he couldn't tell the difference between male and female.
"Hello." Yuan Qingli showed a friendly smile.
The other party did not answer, but fell lightly, drawing a beautiful semicircle in mid-air with his entire face as the center and his height as the radius.
Somehow, Yuan Qingli remembered a song: Draw a dragon with me on your left and a rainbow on your right.
The rainbow and dragon were not drawn, but Yuan Qingli could see clearly that the person's figure became blurry as he reached his lower body.
The hem of the long coat was slightly rotten and had several holes.
Under the wormhole, there are some phantoms, the ankles are vaguely visible, and the floor is visible through it.
Yuan Qingli knew in her heart that this was a ghost.
