After Xiao Lan and Luo joined the fray, the hair that had been waving around arrogantly gradually fell into dire straits. The three joined hands and were very quick to cut off the hair. Originally spread all over the place, the hair slowly started to lose ground.
Dagger in hand, Xiao Lan shifted back and forth in between the hair’s attacks.
After one month of special combat training and being endlessly hammered down, his current reaction speed was much quicker than before.
The split second the hair attacked, he accurately determined the enemy’s target.
Xiao Lan then skillfully and easily shifted to the side a little, and the hair’s attack landed a few centimeters away as he had anticipated. Seizing that moment when the hair couldn’t turn around, Xiao Lan’s blade swung and cut it.
During the fight, Xiao Lan realised that this hair wasn’t the ghost’s main body.
That was because 【This is a dagger coated in highly toxic poison】 didn’t trigger any notifications, like when he had attacked the clothes controlled by the pregnant woman ghost.
Luo’s black figure was like a demon and flashed amidst the hair’s attack.
Each time he brandished sharp claws, he would definitely cut off a chunk of hair. Who knew what his black claws were made of that he could turn hair which was as tough and durable as iron and could skewer a door into ordinary hair that couldn’t withstand a single blow.
The three reaped the hair extremely quickly.
Not long later, only a portion remained around the shower head in one of the cubicles. It seemed that this was the source of the hair.
The three of them slowly crowded around the shower head. An item that looked like a flamethrower had already appeared in Wu Ting’s hand, and it didn’t take a genius to guess that it was definitely mightier than an ordinary flamethrower.
Seeing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, the thing manipulating the hair tried to draw it back and run away, and had already adopted a “fight and run” approach while battling these three people.
But since it had already come, how could it leave just because it wanted to?
Realising that the other party was trying to withdraw, Xiao Lan put away his dagger, then suddenly grabbed the hair in front of him with his bare hands.
Xiao Lan had immense strength in his hands, which startled the thing at the other end of the hair.
It suddenly increased its strength, wanting to pull its hair out of Xiao Lan’s clutches. However, it was like playing tug of war with a thousand wild boars, and the death grip on the hair didn’t loosen at all.
After that, Xiao Lan forcefully yanked on the hair in his grip and swiftly tied it to the shower head in another cubicle. He even took the opportunity to tie it into a knot that would drive a ghost crazy, thus securely binding that handful of hair to the shower head.
Seeing this, Luo and Wu Ting also did the same thing.
Very soon, this weak and pitiful mass of hair was helplessly tied to nearby shower heads, unable to attack or struggle free. The bathroom now resembled a cave of silken; what a pity there was no beautiful and alluring evil female spirit, but just a bunch of brazen, black-hearted and rough bad men.
Holding the flamethrower, Wu Ting smiled faintly as he aimed it at the shower head which gushed hair. If one overlooked his red underpants, it was a very oppressive act.
The next moment, the flamethrower in his hand spurted purple flames.
The instant these flames touched the hair, they spread at an extremely quick rate, completely ignoring the moisture and the puddles of water everywhere. Moreover, it seemed the flames could distinguish their target from the surrounding environment. The purple flames soon burnt the hair into curls.
The burnt smell from this hair was very odd.
Unlike the odour of burning protein produced by regular hair, this had a burnt, fishy stench. As the hair burnt, there was even dark green smoke, which could ruin a person’s appetite.
“Ah —”
When the hair was burnt until there was practically nothing left, there was an indignant screech from inside the shower head. The sound was distorted as it passed through the pipe, and the original tone could no longer be heard.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Wu Ting fiddled with his long, black curls. “Let me introduce myself again. I’m called Wu Ting, and I deal in information. As for women’s clothes, that’s just a small hobby of mine.”
Xiao Lan: “When you said before that there might be an opportunity for us to cooperate, did you mean information?”
“Yes. I think very highly of your talents. To repay you for your help, I can tell you one piece of information.” Wu Ting’s lip curled. “He Rui is in the same trade as I am, but he’s the type that takes any sort of dirty work, and doesn’t really care about the method he uses in order to complete an assignment. It seems that he’s fixed his attention on you this time.”
Xiao Lan asked searchingly, “Do you know what his objective is?”
Wu Ting shot Xiao Lan a light glance, a mysterious expression in his slanted eyes. “Fine, I’ll just treat it as a pre-investment for a new client.”
He lowered his voice. “From what I know, a very influential person recently issued a mission to search for someone. Those who want this assignment must go to a designated place and also go through multiple screenings. It’s all very mysterious.
“I’ve always only sold information and I don’t throw my life away for anyone, so I didn’t participate. But He Rui went. Maybe you’re his mission target, but you might also just be a poor devil who was implicated.”
Hearing Wu Ting’s words, Xiao Lan turned thoughtful. Assuming that he really was the mission target, then his dad… What connections did he have, to still be able to draw this sort of attention despite being missing for so long? He was basically creating his own site traffic.
Naturally, Xiao Lan still hoped that he was just a poor devil who happened to be implicated.
Seeing Xiao Lan’s expression, Wu Ting laughed lightly. “It seems that you’re not too sure yourself.”
Xiao Lan nodded. “Indeed, I can only guess.”
Wu Ting: “If you need to verify your guesses, feel free to find me. Of course, it won’t be free anymore.”
Saying that, he passed Xiao Lan a pink, mirror-shaped item. “When that time comes, you can contact me.”
【Name: Appointment ma(Copy)】
【Ability: Has an established connection with the main body; can be a video call】
【Description: Appointment ma? Appointment!】
Xiao Lan, who accepted the item: “…”
From this description, this was clearly for some particular use. The way the Advent World conducted itself meant that trash games were finished sooner or later.
After their discussion, the three of them inspected the bathroom in passing for any anomalies.
After all, the appearance of a new deadly danger meant that a new accident must have occurred here. They carefully investigated the cubicles one by one, and finally reached the innermost cubicle.
This had clearly been a wall before! Surprisingly, an additional door had appeared without anyone knowing.
Exchanging meaningful looks with the others, Xiao Lan stepped forward and carefully pushed the door open.
The instant he opened the door, Xiao Lan could clearly see several blood droplets in the air. Like delicate and creative sculptures, these droplets were suspended in the air as if someone had pressed pause.
The instant the door opened, it was as if time in the cubicle suddenly started to flow again, and the blood droplets followed their original trajectory as they were sprayed over all the walls of the cubicle.
Xiao Lan was welcomed by a tremendous amount of blood. Reacting swiftly, he hastily closed the cubicle door again and avoided being splattered all over his face.
The thick and sticky blood slowly seeped out from underneath the cubicle door; there were even bits of flesh of unknown origin mixed in it.
Xiao Lan only opened the door again after the sound of dripping stopped.
This time, he could clearly see that aside from the bloodstains on the ground, there were also two sets of clothes. These outfits were also very familiar. The couple had been wearing them today; Xiao Lan and Luo had even met them at the doorway of the laundry room earlier.
Wu Ting also saw the clothes. “It’s them…”
Xiao Lan nodded.
Wu Ting rubbed his hair. “I understand that the danger has increased, but I’m a little happy yet also a little regretful. What’s up with that…”
Xiao Lan silently agreed. While these two were very bothersome, he truthfully still wanted to know what new content they could argue about.
Although they had just encountered an attack, they still had to take a shower.
The three of them chose to shower in nearby cubicles. If that thing dared attack again, they would make it so that not even a strand of hair remained and it went back bald.
After taking his shower, Xiao Lan walked towards his room.
It was now the night of the third day; the final danger was right in front of their eyes. No one knew whether it would start on the morning of the fourth day, or only begin at the final moment.
Whatever it was, rest tonight would be especially important. It was best to go to bed as early as possible.
But unexpectedly, Xiao Lan saw someone at his door.
It was the only remaining tenant — the evil cult believer.
He didn’t know if this person had a mental illness or was a nutjob. Faced with his housemates disappearing one by one, he didn’t have a sense of danger at all and still grasped that broken image of god and chattered about god all day.
It seemed that in his heart, the death of all mankind was in accordance with that god’s decree.
And who knew what corner this chuunibyo god popped out of, to have such an old-fashioned desire.
The evil cult believer was holding the image of god and mumbling at Xiao Lan’s door: “Punish him! Punish this sinner who is disrespectful towards your executor; have him sink into despair forever!”
The evil cult believer was wholeheartedly immersed in his prayer.
At that moment, his heart was already filled with the image of these vile neighbours being punished by god.
He hoped that god could set them on fire and hoist them up to be tortured so that they would no longer offend him.
“Cough.” There was a sound from above his head.
In his daze, the evil cult believer even thought he had received god’s command. He raised his head joyfully, yet was met with the face he didn’t want to see the most — that cruel and barbaric neighbour of his.
Fuck, why is it you?
He looked at the closed door, then looked at the face above him.
Oho, I’m done for.
Xiao Lan trounced this guy with practised ease, and had him review what was called a beating by a member of society. The image of god in the evil cult believer’s hands tumbled to one side during the beating and was picked up by Luo, who passed it to Xiao Lan.
Looking at this image of god, Xiao Lan recalled the one he broke back in Six Realms Hot Springs. That one had given him a huge amount of poverty value.
They were both images of god; moreover, seeing the believer treasure it this much, it couldn’t be that much different, right?
Xiao Lan clutched the image of god and, under the evil cult believer’s ‘you’re heartless, you’re cruel, you’re being deliberately provocative’ eyes, squeezed forcefully.
“Damaged item, poverty value increased by 20. Xiao Lan is already so broke that he has no dreams.”
Xiao Lan: “…”
This thing was simply god’s shame! A street stall product ba!
Looking at the accusing face of the evil cult believer on the side, Xiao Lan didn’t say anything before gifting him with another beating by a member of society.
Xiao Lan slept early, while Luo still served as his emotionless bolster perfectly.
Very late at night.
The familiar sound of footsteps rang out outside the door.
This time, there seemed to be even more people. The instant Xiao Lan was roused by the noise and realised that it was the same situation, he switched positions to continue sleeping.
But this time, the things outside weren’t as content with their lot as before.
The drone of what sounded like many people talking at the same time rang out. The sounds wove together and overlapped, making it hard to hear what was being said.
Right at that moment, existences that were unwilling to be left out emerged.
“You tasteless asshole! I want to break up with you!”
“What’s tasteless about me? I’m not wearing pink boxers!”
“Why did you eat garlic before going to bed last night?! Your breath stinks of garlic even after death!”
“Isn’t that because you ate stinky tofu first?!”
“I fucking #!@&!”
“You fucking @#%&*!!”
The sounds of a loud, high-pitched argument penetrated the fucking useless door. It was still the familiar content and the familiar pattern.
Xiao Lan grabbed the pillow and covered his head.
For fuck’s sake, aren’t you guys already dead?!
Hahaha I somehow love the reactions of XL when he is faced with the couple~
Thanks for the chapter~
Poor cult believer lol
Thank you for the chapter!!! ❤️❤️
Thank you for translating! <3
Thanks for the chapter ^ ^)♡
The couple arguing even after death…. wondering how Xiao Lan is gonna beat them up HAHAHA
(also!!! i think you might have accidentally left in the part where the couple were cursing in the raws)
Thanks for the chapter~~~!
I love Wu Ting even more now!
hmmm where did He Rui run off to? Thanks for the chapter <3
“我他妈#！@&！”
“I fucking #!@&!”
“你他妈@#%&*！！”
“You fucking @#%&*!!”
You forgot to remove the chinese part.
OMG, yeah, even after death they’re annoying af >____>
Thx for the ch (ㅅ˘ㅂ˘)