CH 55

As Xiao Lan and Luo joined the battle, the hair that had been so dominant gradually began to fall to its right and left. As the three of them joined forces, they were able to cut through the hair so fast that the hair, which had been so overwhelming, gradually shrank.

Xiao Lan, dagger in hand, weaves in and out of hair attacks.

After a month of special training in combat, and after being constantly whacked, his reaction speed is now much faster than before.

The moment the hair struck, he pinpointed the target location of his opponent's attack.

Xiao Lan then sidestepped slightly and the hair attack landed a few centimetres to his side, as he had expected, and took advantage of the fact that the hair could not be turned back, Xiao Lan's blade swung out and cut it off.

In the course of the battle, Xiao Lan discovers that the hair is not the ghost's body.

Because [It's a dagger tainted with poison] doesn't appear as an effect trigger prompt, just like when attacking clothes manipulated by a pregnant ghost.

Luo's black figure flashes like a ghost in a siege of hair.

Every time he swung his claws, a strand of hair was cut off. I wonder what kind of material his black claws were made of, as the tough iron hair that could pierce a door panel with a single blow was as weak as ordinary hair under his claws.

The three men were harvesting the hair at a tremendous speed.

Before long, only a part of the shower near one of the cubicles was left, and it looked as if this was where these hairs appeared to originate.

The three men slowly gathered around the shower, with a flamethrower-like prop already in Wu Ting's hand, but with the power of more than an ordinary flamethrower, as you can imagine with your feet.

Seeing the situation, the hair-manipulating thing tried to gather up its hair and escape, and changed to a fighting and retreating stance as it fought the three.

However, if you are here, how can you leave just because you want to?

Noticing his opponent's attempted withdrawal, Xiao Lan withdrew the dagger in his hand and suddenly grabbed him by the hair in front of him with his bare hands.

The sheer force of Xiao Lan's hand startled what was on the other end of the hair.

He pushed harder to pull his hair back from Xiao Lan's hand, but it was like a thousand wild boars were tug-of-war with him on the other side, and his death grip surprisingly did not let up at all.

Xiao Lan then yanked the hair she was holding backwards with great speed and tied it to the shower in the other cubicle, taking the opportunity to tie the handful of hair to the shower with a few deadly knots that would drive a ghost crazy.

Seeing this, Luo and Wu Ting took the same action.

Soon the pile of hair was weakly, pathetically and helplessly tied to a nearby shower, unable to attack and difficult to break free. The bathroom was now like a coiled cave, but unfortunately there were no beautiful and enchanting goblins, only a bunch of bad men with dark hearts and ruthless cheeks.

Wu Ting, flamethrower in hand, headed for the shower gushing out of his hair with a smile, not a bad move if you ignore his red trousers at the moment, which were full of oppression.

The next moment, the flamethrower in his hand belched out purple flames.

The flames began to spread at a breakneck pace the moment they touched the hair, completely ignoring its wetness and the standing water everywhere, and avoiding their surroundings as if they could distinguish their targets, the purple flames soon burned these hairs in curls.

The smell of these burning hairs is extremely odd.

Unlike the protein burning smell of ordinary hair, this is a fishy, burnt smell with a dark green smoke when it burns, which seems very appetising.

"Ah..."

As the hair burned out, an angry scream came out of the shower, which, having been piped through, appeared somewhat toned down and could no longer be heard in its original voice.

Silence finally returned to the bathroom once again.

Wu Ting found a black dress and threw it on, and she was back to being the charming young lady.

He smiled and nodded to both Xiao Lan, "Thanks, I originally thought you were just newcomers who had just been promoted to the intermediate field, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful, I underestimated you before."

Wu Ting ruffled his long black curls, "To reintroduce myself, my name is Wu Ting and I am an intelligence dealer, as for women's clothing, it's just a little personal hobby."

Xiao Lan: "Is that the intelligence you were referring to when you said there was an opportunity to work together?"

"Yes, I think highly of your talent. In return for the helping hand, I can tell you a message." Wu Ting curled his lips, " He Rui is also a peer of mine, but he's one of those who takes on any dirty job and doesn't think much of the means when it comes to getting the job done, and it looks like he's got his eye on you this time."

Xiao Lan asks tentatively, "Do you know what he's up to?"

Wu Ting's upturned eyes gently glanced at Xiao Lan with a hint of mystery in them, "Well, think of it as an upfront investment in recruiting new clients."

His voice was lowered, "As far as I know, someone from a very big source has recently issued a search mission, and those who want to take the mission must go to a designated place and go through layers of screening, making it very mysterious."

"I've always sold information, not people's lives, so I wasn't involved. But He Rui went, so maybe you were the target of the mission, or maybe you were just the unlucky one who got caught in the ripples."

Xiao Lan pondered over Wu Ting's words, assuming that he was really the target of the mission, what was the origin of his father ......, who had been missing for so long and still managed to bring such attention to himself.

Of course, he still preferred to be just the unlucky one to be affected by the ripples.

Wu Ting smiled softly at Xiao Lan's expression, "You don't seem to know either."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Indeed, I can only guess."

Wu Ting: "If you need to test your suspicions, feel free to come and see me, but of course it won't be free this time."

With that he handed Xiao Lan a pink mirror-like prop: "You can contact me when the time comes."

[Name: About (Vice)

[Ability to: establish contact with the subject holder, visualize the call]

[Description: Date? About!

Xiao Lan picks up the props: "......"

This description looks clearly for some sort of purpose, and with the virtues of the Advent world, the crap game is going to end sooner or later.

After the conversation, the three men stopped by to check the bathroom for anomalies.

After all, the appearance of a new death hazard meant that something new must have happened here. The three of them carefully checked past room to room and finally made their way to the innermost room.

It was clearly a wall before! I can't believe an extra door came out when everyone was unaware of it.

After an exchange of glances, Xiao Lan stepped forward and carefully pulled the door open.

The moment the door is opened, Xiao Lan clearly sees a number of spurting drops of blood in mid-air, frozen in mid-air as if they had been paused, like a beautifully crafted sculpture.

It was only the moment the door was opened that time in the cubicle seemed to suddenly begin to flow, and the spurting droplets of blood began to move along their original trajectory, staining the walls around them.

Xiao Lan reacts quickly and closes the cubicle door again to avoid being splattered with blood.

Sticky blood slowly poured out of the bottom of the compartment, mixed with pieces of flesh and blood from an indefinable part.

Only after the sound of blood dripping had stopped did Xiao Lan open the door again.

This time he clearly saw that in addition to the blood on the floor, there were two pieces of clothing, which were also familiar to him; they were worn by the couple today, and he had seen them before in front of the laundry.

Wu Ting saw it too: "It's them ......"

Xiao Lan nods.

Wu Ting reached up and played with her hair, "Although I understand the increased danger, I'm vaguely happy and a little sorry about what's going on ......"

Xiao Lan also silently agreed, and although these two were annoying, he was actually quite curious to know what else they had new to argue about.

A bath was in order, even though it had only just been attacked.

The three of them chose the adjoining cubicle to take a shower. If the thing that attacked them still dares to come, let it go back bald without a single hair left.

--

After taking a shower, Xiao Lan heads for her cubicle.

It is now the third night and the final danger is close at hand, and it is not clear whether it will be counted from the early hours of the fourth day, or whether it will not open until the last moment.

In any case, it is particularly important to rest tonight and it is better to go to bed as early as possible.

Instead, Xiao Lan saw a man at her door.

It is the cultist, the only remaining resident of that fruitful house.

I don't know if this man is thick-headed or has a brain problem. When the people who live with him disappear one by one, he seems to have no sense of crisis at all, still holding a broken statue of the gods all day long.

It seems that in his mind it was in the will of that God that all mankind should perish.

I don't know what nook and cranny the god of middle-agedness has sprung from, but the wish is so traditional.

The cultist was seen holding an idol and chanting at the door of Xiao Lan's room, "Punish him! Punish this sinner who has dishonoured your vicegerent and let him sink in despair forever!"

The cultists are fully immersed in their prayers.

At the moment, his mind was already filled with visions of that wretched neighbour being punished by God.

May God burn them in fire and hang them up and torture them so that they cannot offend themselves again.

"Ahem." A voice rang out above his head.

In a trance, the cultist thought he had felt an oracle, and he looked up in surprise, only to be confronted by the face he least expected to face - that of his rough and savage neighbour.

Shit, how come it's you?

He looked at the closed door of the room, and then at the human face above his head.

Oh ooh, screw it.

Xiao Lan expertly beat the guy up, giving him a refresher on what it means to be beaten up by a socialite. The idol in the cultist's hand rolled to one side during the beating and Luo picked it up and handed it to Xiao Lan.

Looking at the idol, Xiao Lan remembered the one he had destroyed at the Sixth Avenue Spa, which had brought him a great deal of poverty.

It's the same idol, and seeing how precious he is, this can't be too far off, can it?

Xiao Lan squeezes the idol and, under the gaze of the cultist, "You are heartless, you are cruel, you are unreasonable", squeezes it hard.

"Destroying a prop increases the poverty value by 0.002 million, Xiao Lan has become so poor that he has lost his dreams"

Xiao Lan: "......"

This thing is simply the shame of the idols! It's a ground floor piece!

Looking at the accusing cultist next to him, Xiao Lan sent him another round of sociopathic beatings without saying a word.

--

Xiao Lan goes to bed early and Luo remains perfectly at home as his unemotional cuddler.

Late night.

The familiar sound of footsteps sounded outside the door again.

This time there seemed to be more people, and Xiao Lan was awakened for a moment to find that the situation was no different from before, and he changed his position with the intention of going back to sleep.

But this time something outside was not as peaceful as before.

It was as if the hum of many people talking at once rang out, the voices intermingling and interfering with each other making the conversation completely inaudible.

At this very moment, there is always an unforgiving presence that rises above the rest.

"You tasteless stinking man! I'm breaking up with you!"

"And how am I out of taste, I'm not wearing pink boxers!"

"Why did you eat garlic before you went to bed last night, even dead with a mouthful of garlic!"

"Isn't that because you ate the stinky tofu first?!"

"I fucking #! @&!"

"You fucking @#%&*!!!"

The high-pitched, booming sound of arguing came through the not-quite-famous door panel, the same familiar content, the same familiar recipe.

Xiao Lan covers her head with a pillow.

Shit, aren't you guys dead?!