As Chen Bei approached, Fang Qingyang could always faintly smell a stench of alcohol.

Fang Qingyang patted Shen Bei on the shoulder and said, "Go wash up and tidy yourself up. You smell bad."

Shen Bei rolled his eyes at Fang Qingyang, "That smell is from you."

Fang Qingyang said disdainfully, "Smell yourself."

Shen Bei lowered his head, pulled up his clothes, sniffed them from left to right, and then vomited.

I ran into the bathroom as fast as I could and closed the door.

Fang Qingyang muttered, "He smells bad himself, yet he has the nerve to say I smell bad."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and smelled his clothes, a strong stench of alcohol assaulting his nostrils.

Fang Qingyang ran over and knocked on the closed bathroom door. "Chen Bei, hurry up and come out after you're done washing up."

From inside came Shen Bei's barely audible voice, "Haha, get in line."

Shen Bei was still humming a bath song inside.

Fang Qingyang heard the merciless laughter coming from the bathroom and kicked the door.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Qingyang finally stepped into the long-awaited bathroom.

When Fang Qingyang came out of the bathroom.

Shen Bei had just put down the phone and looked up to say, "I just ordered food, it will be ready soon."

"Hmm, I'm actually a little hungry," she said, pausing for a moment as she held the towel.

I wonder if that annoying ghost is hungry?

It must be hungry, otherwise it wouldn't be stealing its own food.

Turning to Shen Bei, he asked, "Do ghosts get hungry? Do they need to eat?"

Shen Bei said, "Of course ghosts get hungry. They can't eat the food of the human world, but they can be full by absorbing the aroma of food."

Fang Qingyang: "Hmm."

Then he added, "Did you order more?"

Shen Bei smiled and put his arm around Fang Qingyang's shoulder, saying, "It's definitely enough for you to eat."

Fang Qingyang slapped the hand off his shoulder, stood up and said, "I'll go call someone over to eat together."

Shen Bei was taken aback. "Your friend is also staying at this hotel?"

Fang Qingyang arrived at the door of the next room, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

Ning Qing vaguely heard a knocking sound in her sleep.

The knocking grew clearer.

Ning regained her senses and became furious. She stood up and yelled at the system: "Where's my knife? Where's my black sword? Get it out of here right now, or I'll go out and kill that bastard!"

Disturbing someone's sleep is the most unforgivable thing.

The system glanced at the light screen in the space and saw which unlucky guy was outside the door.

This glance startled him, and he silently withdrew the claw that was about to strike with the knife.

System: Host, let's talk this out. We gentlemen use words, not fists.

Ning Qing: I'm not a gentleman. I only want to use my hands, not my words. Hurry up and give me the knife.

System: Host, you mustn't kill the person outside the door!!!

Ning Qing: Is there anyone I can't cut down? Let alone a person, even if a god came, I'd still cut him down without hesitation.

The system, sweating profusely, continued to persuade: "Host, why don't we see what he wants? Perhaps he has something important to discuss with you."

Ning Qing: Even if there are important matters, we should wait until I finish chopping before we talk about them.

The system is now not only sweating, but its forehead is covered in black lines.

System: You've finished cutting everyone down, and they're all gone. What else can you say?

Ning Qing: Perfect, it's much easier for ghosts to communicate with each other now.

After arguing with the system, the annoyance of being disturbed gradually dissipated.

With a sullen face, he walked over and opened the door.

Fang Qingyang was still knocking on the door when their eyes met, and Fang Qingyang felt rather embarrassed.

Ning Qing stared intently at the two slightly bent fingers on Fang Qingyang's slightly raised hand.

Ning Qing: Those two fingers, I really want to break them off.