Chapter 705 Cleaning

Mekakure no ghost is dead.

Black Saint Zi held the paper full of writing, his face ashen.

It is now 7:20 in the morning the next day, and the only eleven remaining players are gathered in Room 1208 of the Dolphin Hotel.

Unlike the previous rooms of Kafei and Danfei, room 1208 has no traces of fighting.

When the player arrived, there was no blood on the carpet, the tables and chairs were in place, the lights were on, and the door was unlocked and kept open, but the Mekakushi ghost who was supposed to live in it was nowhere to be found.

Combining the experiences of other players and the content on the paper, it can be concluded that the ghost of Mekakaku has encountered something unexpected.

I didn't receive the note last night. The people who got the bye include Yu Yixin, Epidemic Doctor, Li Risheng, Mule, and Wanli Fengdao.

The people who received the note include Bai Haozheng, Black Seiko, Mekakure no Ghost, 13MARK, Bob, Hagoromo Shinko, Liu Wushuo, and Ω.

Bai Hao received the note at 00:30. The content of the note was [Dodgeball].

Before he could analyze it carefully, he felt something hit his back, sending him flying and hitting the wall hard.

Fortunately, his telekinesis ability is close to instinct.

It is activated directly at the moment of contact with external things to protect the internal organs, bones and muscles.

Otherwise, just this one blow would be enough to break half of his bones.

Bai Hao, who was injured, heard the silver bell-like laughter of children ringing in the room, and the voice said with a smile, "Four more times."

Bai Haozheng immediately spread his mind power, letting the energy expand outward with himself as the center, filling the corners of the room.

Within the "circle" range of his telekinesis, he vaguely noticed three shadows the size of ping pong balls, bouncing back and forth on various planes in the room at high speed.

Just like the pinball in the science fiction movie "Men in Black".

Bai Haozheng immediately understood the content of [Dodgeball].

Over the next two hours,

He maintains the circle of telekinesis and detects the positions of the three spheres.

At the same time, mentally construct the structure of the room and the shapes of all furniture surfaces,

Predict the movement trajectories of the three spheres and constantly avoid them.

In the end, at the cost of being hit twice, all three high-speed bouncing spheres were trapped in the bathroom - the spheres could not damage the structure of the room, as long as they were enclosed in a confined space.

As for the Black Saint, he received a note at around 00:27 with the content of [Telling Ghost Stories].

The moment he saw the contents of the note clearly, a pair of pale, slender, bony arms emerged from the void, reaching out to hold the Black Saint's shoulders.

One end of these arms is connected to a round head several times larger than a basketball.

His head is gray and black, with messy and dirty sparse long hair, and no nose or ears.

There were only a pair of wide-open gray eyes and a mouth that took up most of his head.

With lightning speed, the head opened its mouth and took the Black Saint's head into its mouth.

The razor-sharp teeth gently pressed against the Black Saint's neck, drawing bloody marks.

That head did not bite off the Black Saint's head, but instead made a low and hoarse voice from its throat, "Tell me...tell a ghost story..."

Faced with the threat of death, Black Saint's hair stood on end and he subconsciously wanted to use his skills.

However, as soon as he had the idea of ​​using equipment, props, and skills, he had not yet had time to formally implement them.

The monster's mouth quickly closed inward, cutting directly into his trachea.

"Resist, flee, die."

This sound came from the monster's throat.

Although the Black Saint has secret magic to protect his body and can quickly heal fatal injuries, if his head falls off...

It’s not Xingtian,

If I can't save you, I'll say goodbye.

As mentioned before, the Black Holy Son is the young master of the other side organization. He grew up with a golden spoon.

He has always served others to please him, and he has never flattered or catered to others.

Being threatened by such a weird and weird thing, my mind went blank for a while and I didn't know how to speak.

The Black Saint, whose hair stood on end, hesitated for less than half a second before the monster's mouth began to slowly close inward.

The sharp teeth pierced the skin, cut the blood vessels, blood spattered, and the pain went straight to the brain.

"I said it, I said it!"

The Black Saint hurriedly raised his hand to stop the monster from biting, and racked his brains to tell a ghost story - part of the story material came from the Internet, and part of it came from the script tasks he had experienced before.

That weird head is not easy to deal with. When the Black Saint stutters and stops talking, or the effect of what he says is dry and boring, it will slowly close its mouth,

It's not until the story told by the Black Son reaches its climax that the bite loosens slightly.

In the following time, Black Saint Son searched his guts and tried his best to make up one inferior ghost story after another.

After holding on until 3:00 in the morning, my head finally slowly opened my mouth, smacking my lips in dissatisfaction, and then turned into white smoke with a "pop" and disappeared.

Bob, who lived on the ninth floor, entered the bathtub as before, his five senses were deprived, and his perception of the flow of time slowed down again.

Liu Wushao, who lives on the third floor, was asked to... [help with bathing]

The bathroom in the Dolphin Hotel room is equipped with a ceramic bathtub.

When Liu Wushan held the bow and arrow and pushed open the bathroom door,

I found a figure already in the ceramic bathtub.

It seemed to be a woman. The reason why I say she looked like that was because she had long hair and several deep stab wounds on her face. Her original appearance was hard to tell.

She sat alone in the bathtub,

The skin all over his body was rotten and ulcerated, covered with pustules, and turned a weird green color, reminiscent of a putrid swamp.

There were a lot of marks of whipping and burning on her limbs and torso.

His wrists and ankles were tied with rusty wires, and the sharp edges of the wires cut deeply into his skin, exposing pale bones.

Yellow-green pus poured out from the wound.

The woman just sat like this, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.

The entire bathroom was filled with an unspeakable stench.

Liu Wushuo first called out for a while, but got no response, and then released a healing spell at the other party, but got no response.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to execute the note.

While using skills, the bow and arrow become a floating cannon, suspended in mid-air, ready to be fired at any time.

While taking off the towel in the bathroom and turning on the faucet in the bathtub,

Slowly wiping the woman's skin.

The whole process of helping with bathing is a nightmare.

The stench in the bathroom cannot be cleared away even if the ventilation is turned on. It continuously penetrates into the nasal cavity and stings the brain.

Moreover, the other party's skin was completely rotten and extremely soft. With a little force on the towel, the entire skin would be rubbed off - the other party remained silent, wondering if he had lost his sense of pain. Liu Wushao cleaned up for three hours. She didn't know this woman's age, identity, appearance, past, or why she was trapped here in such a posture.

But the deep intuition,

Let her know that the other person is not hostile.

Liu Wu Lai gently used a towel and water to help the other party clean the dirt.

Suture the scar with needle and thread,

Use scissors to cut off the wire binding each other.

Finally, at 02:50, the cleaning was completed.

I don’t know how many times the water in the entire bathtub has been changed.

Although the woman still looked terrifying and ferocious, she was much better than before.

She opened her eyes,

Turning his head to look at Liu Wuzuo, he nodded slowly,

There seemed to be gentle gratitude and gratitude hidden in the gray and cloudy eyes.

"Thanks."

An inaudible female voice echoed in the bathroom, and the voice was as gentle as Liu Wuxiao imagined.

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