CH 54

Xiao Lan and Luo are standing in front of the laundry waiting for Duan Xueyin.

Shortly afterwards, Duan Xueyin emerged, her face wearing a thoughtful look.

Xiao Lan noticed the look on her face and asked, "What's wrong? Did something else just happen? "

Duan Xueyin snapped back to her senses, she shook her head and said, "It's okay, thank you for this time, I'll repay you if I get the chance."

She seemed to be about to say something else, but at the moment the cultists and the couple were coming this way, and Duan Xueyin swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Xiao Lan went up to them and told them that they had just found the body of a pregnant woman, but that the body had disappeared, but to their surprise they were still very indifferent.

The couple laughed playfully and leaned in to look at the laundry room.

The woman said with a smile, "I've always thought, she's been alone all this time, and it's no fun living alone."

The man looked at her fondly and said, "It's a good thing I have you."

The woman instantly looked touched to the core, "Darling~"

The man had a sincere look on his face, "Honey~"

With that, these two embraced again, as if they were living in a flashy idol drama of some unknown era.

On the other side, the cultists approached the washing machine where the body was said to have been placed.

His face was one of supreme frenzy as he stretched out his withered fingers and caressed the casing of the washing machine as if it were some supreme treasure, mouthing nanny: "God's punishment, it's a miracle! A miracle!"

It was particularly comical to see these two parties come together as if the old TV had scuttled the station.

It left onlookers expressing how much their fists wanted to have further contact with each other.

Xiao Lan didn't bother to talk to them anymore and turned to leave.

On the way Duan Xueyin and Xiao Lan split up and went in another direction.

Xiao Lan had wanted to look for He Rui and ask him what his purpose was in asking for information about himself, but to his surprise, he never came across anyone. I don't know if they were unlucky, or if He Rui had deliberately avoided them.

However, they had a rough idea of why He Rui had approached Xiao Lan, and finding He Rui was just a matter of confirming it. Even if he didn't tell them, it would be easier to investigate once they knew where they were headed.

The priority now is still to get through.

--

He Rui was nowhere to be found and Xiao Lan and Luo were planning to return.

The air around them, however, was suddenly out of place. The torrential rain outside the window had already made the air inside the building seem very dull and wet, and now it was as if the vapour in the air had suddenly doubled, making one feel almost as if one was suffocating.

Xiao Lan stopped in his tracks and he and Luo looked at each other, understanding that something was coming.

"Tick."

The crisp sound of water dripping rings out.

Xiao Lan looked up to see dense droplets of water floating from the corridor's aged ceiling, some of the larger drops already overwhelmingly falling towards the floor, smashing with a crisp sound.

Not only the ceiling, but also the surrounding walls look like they are seeping with a stream of water running down the walls and forming small puddles on the floor.

The now familiar smell of Xiao Lan's laundry detergent began to appear in the air.

At the other end of the corridor, a figure appeared with its back to them.

Soaked to the skin, her long dark hair stained with water and clinging haphazardly to her body, her waist rounded and a high, bulging stomach seemingly faintly visible in front of her.

It seems to be, the dead pregnant woman is here.

The whole corridor now looked like a cave, with water pattering down everywhere, and small puddles on the floor expanding and slowly joining up in a single stream towards the two Xiao Lan's direction.

The vapour in the air is still growing heavier.

Xiao Lan looked around and realised that their surroundings had started to change at almost the same moment, all around them was a gradual surge of water that seemed intent on enveloping the two men and then slowly resolving them.

Xiao Lan pointed to the water slowly approaching in front of him and asked Luo: "Do you know what this means?"

Luo cooperated well, holding his chin in one hand for a moment as he pondered this non-nourishing question, "Explain that ...... women are made of water?"

Xiao Lan shakes her head, "It means that this is a woman with a cleanliness problem."

Then Xiao Lan added: "Do you recall if this pregnant woman had different clothes every time you saw her, sometimes two or three times a day, and never saw any soiling on her clothes."

Luo recalls, "It's true, she even washes her hands a bit more often and more often than others."

These two were actually chatting in such a situation, clearly not taking the ghostly pregnant woman on the other side into account.

This disrespectful behaviour towards the lady made the pregnant woman angry, and the water gushing out of the ceiling and walls picked up considerably, showing that she was already in a very bad mood.

Faced with this situation, Xiao Lan unhurriedly pulled out a small metallic object from his storage space, which he flicked towards the pregnant woman and said to her, "If you come any closer I'll open it and throw it into your water."

The pregnant woman had not intended to pay any attention to this seemingly bluff-like statement.

She was about to teach these two guys a lesson when her stiff, puffy body slid across the surface of the water and she slowly turned around, speeding over in Xiao Lan's direction.

The waves of water on the ground also accelerate at the same moment.

At this moment, Xiao Lan turns the front label of the object towards the pregnant woman.

It clearly says - [canned herring with durian].

The pregnant woman's forward movement suddenly froze and the speed of the water flowing down in all directions came to a halt.

As a cleanser, this sour-tasting stuff can be considered to have stepped on her tolerance line, not only by repeatedly jumping across the floor but also with 360 degree turns in the air.

The mere thought of it in her laundry-smelling water is maddening. It's also a prop, with a very consistent effect, and I'm afraid it's not easy to clean up.

Xiao Lan's finger has been placed on the pull tab of the tin: "This is a gift from a lovely little friend, isn't this little friend a real crowd pleaser?"

Pregnant women: "......"

Love it, my ass! I'll go drag the bear next door out later and beat him up for playing with nothing but stinky cans and giving them around.

The drawstring has been pulled slightly upwards and it seems that the next moment the air will be filled with a refreshing fragrance.

A good ghost doesn't fight a stinker!

The pregnant woman disappeared and the water around her receded at the same moment.

I'm afraid she has also decided to cross this disrespectful old, sick, sick and pregnant man off her target list and preferably black out never to see him again.

At this point, the corridor reverted to its original dark, cramped, dirty, stuffy state, as if the water that had just blanketed it had never been there at all, with only the vaguely lingering scent of washing powder still lingering.

Xiao Lan withdrew his hand in satisfaction, he too had come up with an impromptu method of hurting Cleanliness and it seemed to work even better than expected. Not only had he solved a crisis perfectly, but he hadn't even used the props.

Wouldn't it be nice to keep it and continue to hurt the cleanliness next time.

--

At dinner time, He Rui still didn't show up, looking like he was ready to play until the end of the game.

And there was no sign of the couple until the end of the meal, leaving the cultist alone with his gods.

The crowd made a silent eye contact and the players had a general guess in their minds, not daring to relax for a moment about the upcoming fourth day.

After the meal, as usual, it was time for a bath.

Although the bathroom is a danger-prone place, a day without washing in this weather makes one stink. Even if you can tolerate it, the smell is as obvious as a road sign when you need to hide, consistently attracting the boss's attention.

What's more, even if you don't go to the bathroom won't the danger come to you?

Xiao Lan took the clothes and headed for the bathroom.

When he reached the bathroom door, he smelt a strong smell of blood and instantly understood that something was not right.

Xiao Lan reached out and pushed against the bathroom door, but found that it wouldn't budge. The door to the bathroom was not locked at all, so this would not normally have happened.

Looking closely through the doorway, there appeared to be black strands of hair wriggling around inside the door.

Xiao Lan knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?"

"Me."

Wu Ting's short reply came from inside, and the situation seemed bleak.

Cautiously, Xiao Lan wanted to check if it was really Wu Ting in there, and he asked a question that only two people know each other: "How's your Bai?"

"It's called Xiao Qing!"

Wu Ting said angrily, expressing his displeasure at having his baby's name misremembered.

Well, both the name and the attitude are right.

"Stay away from the door."

Xiao Lan cried out, then took a few steps back, ran up to the door and kicked it in the face.

With his current physical strength strengthened by his skills and several passes, the hair on the door did not stop him at all from this kick and the whole door fell straight down.

"Destroying a scene prop increases the poverty value by 0.008 million, Xiao Lan is simply pulling the wool over the eyes"

The scenes in this game are as worthless as ever.

But Xiao Lan is in no mood to spout off about poverty values.

A layer of blood pooled on the floor of the bathroom and black hair covered a small space.

Wu Ting was battling the mass of hair that was pouring out of the shower, weaving her way through the countless strands of hair as fast as she could, each time narrowly but precisely avoiding the attack.

Short spikes danced in her hand, each slash slicing sections of the incoming hair.

Every now and then a silvery glint flashed through the air, each time equally capable of slicing sections of incoming hair, as if Xiao Qing was fighting in tandem with its master.

Wu Ting looks murderous when he fights, every movement crisp and sharp, every step a bloody splash, as if it were a dangerous dance.

But this is not the focus of Xiao Lan's attention.

Wu Ting appears to have been attacked while preparing to take a shower, having removed the skirt she was wearing to reveal a lean but muscular upper body and ...... a flat chest not unlike Xiao Lan's.

Underneath, he wore a pair of red trousers with the word "strong" embroidered on them.

The image was so beautiful and impactful that Xiao Lan was left speechless for a moment.

Wu Ting shouted in Xiao Lan's direction, "What are you looking at? You've never seen a woman in costume before!"

After roaring he went back into the fray.

Xiao Lan: "......"

It's not uncommon for women to dress up as big men, but he could never have imagined that women's trousers would be such a shocking style ......

After the shock, Xiao Lan shook off the redundancy and pulled out [a poisoned dagger] and joined Luo in the fight.