47 Haunted Apartment 11
◎Meeting an old acquaintance again◎
But she didn't feel anything being bitten, and she didn't feel any pain all over her body. Could it be that this weirdo had something on his body that made him feel no pain?
Sang Mian suddenly felt his hair stand on end. The sound of gnawing something in the room did not stop. There was even a smacking sound, followed by a sigh, as if he had tasted some delicious food.
Sang Mian couldn't stand the creepy sound any more, so she quickly opened her eyes to check if she had been bitten. Her hands and legs were intact, and there was not a single piece of flesh missing from her body.
So what on earth was being chewed? Sang Mian looked up at the source of the sound and saw a black figure standing next to her curtains, with his head slightly bent against the curtains.
The curtains floated up and down due to the shadow's movement. Sang Mian saw clearly that this weird creature was actually gnawing at her curtains! Incredible, too incredible!
Is there pica even in the hell world?
Because the bed was right next to the curtains, the monster was very close to her. In the dim room, Sang Mian could only confirm that she was a female, and her monster value was 48 points.
But why was it chewing the curtains? Sang Mian carefully recalled the details after arriving at the haunted apartment. The landlord had said that the tenant had sleepwalking and asked them to be careful when sleeping at night. Could it be that this ghost had sleepwalking?
After another ten minutes of stalemate, the weird woman was still enjoying the food. Sang Mian carefully moved her stiff limbs and prepared to get out of bed, because this was not a solution. What if the weird woman woke up? So she decided to sleep in another room.
Just as she was about to get out of bed, the sound of gnawing on the curtains stopped.
The strange creature stood there and stretched lazily, then she said leisurely, "Sleepwalking again."
Sang Mian: "..." Oh my god, are you kidding me? Why wake up at this time? She can't sleep or run now, it's really embarrassing.
The creature turned around slowly and strangely, and happened to meet Sang Mian's eyes.
"Hi~" Sang Mian forced a smile: "What a coincidence, you sleepwalked into my room."
The monster was stunned for a moment, then shouted in a shrill voice: "Who are you?"
Sang Mian: "The rent collector."
The female weirdo narrowed her eyes. She had heard that a group of rent collectors were coming to the haunted apartment, but their identities were not ordinary. Some were weird, and some were humans. If she was lucky enough to meet a human, she could have a good meal. After all, human meat was the most tender and delicious.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but lick her lips. It had been three months since she last ate human flesh. She really missed the taste. However, the rent collector should be in the ghost story at this time. It was bought by all the tenants at a high price.
Has she passed the ghost story? Is it really weird? Her face changed, and she looked at the woman in front of her seriously. Even if she passed, she still needed to test it. After all, humans nowadays are too good at disguise.
Thinking of this, the woman laughed strangely and slowly climbed onto Sang Mian's bed. If she were a human, she would definitely run away in fear.
"Miss, please respect yourself." Sang Mian lowered her head shyly: "It is not good to lie on someone else's bed in the middle of the night. No matter how much you like me, you can't use such dirty means."
Female Weird: "?" What is she talking about? Aren't they both girls? Is it necessary to pose like this? It's as if she wants to do something. Even if she wants to do it, she doesn't have the ability to do it!
Sang Mian turned on the light with a snap. She raised her head and said firmly, "I will never commit myself to you. Just give up on this idea!"
Just as the weird woman was about to get angry, the room suddenly became brighter. The girl's face was clearly reflected in her eyes under the light. Her pupils shrank slightly. She knew this girl! Wasn't she the undertaker who restored her remains?
"Sang Mian! Why are you here!?"
Hearing her name being called, Sang Mian turned to look at the strange woman. She opened her mouth in surprise: "Are you Qin Miao?"
The woman nodded frantically: "It's me! You still remember me! I'm the one who fell to death in the sewer because of sleepwalking when she went out at night!"
I was deeply impressed by Qin Miao Sangmian because the cause of Qin Miao's death was simply bizarre. She suffered from sleepwalking when she was alive, and she was an orphan who lived alone.
Living alone with sleepwalking is extremely dangerous. She often leaves home late at night. Fortunately, the security in the community is good and no accidents have happened over the years.
Unfortunately, fate played tricks on people. One night, the manhole cover in the community was stolen! Qin Miao happened to be ill that day, and by chance, she fell into the sewer, and her life came to an end.
Because she was an orphan and had just started working, all the money she had was not enough to repair her remains, so she had to be buried hastily. She sat beside her own body and cried bitterly. Sang Mian couldn't bear to watch it, so he paid part of her funeral expenses so that she could leave with dignity.
Qin Miao was very grateful for this. She held Sang Mian's hand and expressed her gratitude constantly, saying that she would definitely repay Sang Mian in her next life.
The next life was too far away, and Sang Mian had never thought that she could repay him. He just felt sorry for his money, after all, making money was not easy.
"Ms. Sang! I didn't expect that we would meet so soon!" Qin Miao's lips trembled slightly, and her voice was filled with excitement. "I thought we would only see each other in the next life!"
She seemed to remember something, and dug into her pockets, then pulled out a few crumpled banknotes. "Ms. Sang, please keep this money! This is all I have on me. I will definitely pay you back the rest later!"
This was the first time that Sang Mian saw the appearance of ghost money. Before, he always paid online. The underworld was still very developed in terms of transactions.
The basic tone of the ghost money is black and white, and the only color is the man printed in the middle. In the half-length photo, the man is wearing a red shirt, with his hands open and a kind expression on his face. He is also very handsome, with a smile on the corners of his mouth slightly tilted upwards, and long black hair scattered on his shoulders, making him look like a monster.
However, Sang Mian felt sick when she looked at the man on the paper money. She felt sick from the inside out. She asked, "Who is this man?"
Qin Miao scratched his head: "I heard that he is the founder of Wuxianjie, but no one has ever seen him."
She forced the ghost money into Sang Mian's hand: "Although it's a small amount, please accept it, Miss Sang!"
Sang Mian didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw the several 100 million yuan worth of ghost money in her hand. If it was RMB, she would definitely accept it happily. There was no shortage of ghost money. So she put the ghost money back into Qin Miao's hand and said seriously, "Miao Miao, I'm not interested in money."
Such Versailles remarks naturally changed the meaning of Qin Miao's ears. She widened her dark eyes and said, "Miss Sang, how can someone not be interested in money? Are you deliberately not accepting my money because you see that I have no money?"
Sang Mian looked mysterious, "Making money is too easy for me. In fact, I am a trillionaire."
Bullshit, absolutely bullshit, how can ghost money be so easy to earn? How many weirdos work hard for a year to earn one million ghost money? Not to mention trillionaires, it’s already pretty good for an ordinary weirdo to have 100 billion.
Judging from Miss Sang's appearance, she must have died not long ago. She has no money, so she came to the Ghost Apartment to be a rent collector. Thinking of this, Qin Miao looked at Sang Mian with more pitiful eyes, "Miss Sang, you don't have to pretend in front of me. Take this money, I can go out to work and earn money."
Sang Mian: "Don't you believe me?" She slowly took out her cell phone and opened the Alien Party. The ghost money account was bound to the Alien Party for the convenience of players, so as long as she opened the Alien Party, she could see the balance on the account.
She handed the phone to Qin Miao: "Here, take a look for yourself."
Qin Miao took the phone doubtfully. One zero, two zeros, three zeros... eight zeros... eleven zeros...
Too many to count, absolutely impossible to count!
She was so scared that she threw her phone on the bed, "Ms. Sang, did you rob a bank?!"
"What are you talking about!" Sang Mian glared at her: "Am I that kind of person? I worked hard to earn this."
Spark Entertainment and the Third Weird Hospital continuously generate income for her, so her assets can already be measured in trillions.
Qin Miao was so scared that she was trembling. Could Miss Sang be in the gray industry? How could she have so many assets? In the world of the dead, this person would definitely be a huge figure and could be on the wealth list!
Sang Mian smiled evilly: "Don't worry, these are all legitimate gains. I am a law-abiding person."
The atmosphere became harmonious under the influence of money.
It took Qin Miao a long time to accept the fact that Miss Sang was a super rich person. She looked at Sang Mian blankly: "Then I have no way to repay you. This is all the money I have."
Sang Mian raised an eyebrow: "No money? That's not right? Aren't the tenants quite wealthy? Weird stories should be very expensive."
Qin Miao stroked her hair embarrassedly: "So I have no money after buying it."
Sang Mian: “…” She really didn’t understand the weird train of thought. He had money to buy ghost stories but had no money to pay the rent?
"What about your rent? Not paying it?"
"Rent?" Qin Miao climbed down from Sang Mian's bed and sat stiffly on a chair in the room: "Why do I have to pay rent?"
Sang Mian: "It's not normal to rent a house and pay rent."
Qin Miao tilted her head and thought for a minute: "But no one has ever asked me to pay the rent."
This sentence made Sang Mian realize that something was wrong. The previous tenant still had no intention of paying the rent after receiving the money, and even Qin Miao was the same. She tried to test him, "Has the landlord never collected rent?"
Qin Miao: "Are you talking about the man who holds a cane all day? He never collects rent."
Sang Mian: "Are you all staying here for free?"
Qin Miao glanced at her with a complicated expression: "I don't know about others, but if it wasn't free, I would have been kicked out long ago."
After listening to this, Sang Mian was sure that the landlord was eccentric. Could it be that he was not interested in money? If he was not interested, why would he ask a rent collector to come? There must be something hidden!
She silently noted her doubts and asked about more important things. Now, except for the three of them who had safely come out of the ghost story, there was no news from other players. Qin Miao happened to be a tenant as well, so maybe there was a way to solve the problem by asking her.
"What is this weird story about? Since you have purchased the story, do you have the authority to stop it?"
Qin Miao answered seriously: "The ghost talk cannot be stopped. Once it is turned on, it can only be turned off after passing the level. We only installed the ghost talk in the apartment room and do not have other permissions to control the ghost talk." She paused: "But the ghost talk will end at seven in the morning, and it won't be long until seven."
Sang Mian: “…” This is really weird. They don’t even have control authority. Are these tenants crazy and want to buy a ghost story?
Looking at the simple and innocent Qin Miao, she couldn't help but speak out what was in her heart.
Qin Miao blinked her eyes and said, "Miss Sang, don't you know? Weird Tales is produced by Hua Hua Hu Die. Hua Hua Hu Die's products must be top-notch! You can't go wrong if you buy it!"
Flowery Butterfly? It was a familiar name. Sang Mian felt like he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it after thinking for a long time.
She glanced at the time and yawned. It wasn't long until seven o'clock. "Miao Miao, go back to bed. I'll sleep for a while."
Qin Miao felt bad for disturbing Miss Sang so late at night. She left the room quietly and locked the door for her.
Sang Mian turned off the lights and went to sleep in one go.
It was not until the next morning that she was woken up by an explosion of messages on her mobile phone. The group chat on Yifang was in chaos. Sang Mian rubbed her sleepy eyes and quickly scanned the messages.
Of the eighteen players, four died in last night's strange story.
Two members of the Eternal Night Cult died, and two players who had not joined the guild also died.
After going out, all the players gathered in the corridor, and Situ Mingliang stared at one of the rooms with an ugly expression.
Bai Tang immediately spotted Sang Mian who had just left the house. She was silent for two seconds and said, "Mian Mian, stop looking."
"What are you looking at?" Sang Mian followed the gaze of others and walked over. The door of Room 709 was wide open. A human body was lying at the door. The flesh on the body had been eaten to a bloody mess, and all ten fingers were missing.
"My fingers are connected to my heart..." Xia Qing shuddered and pulled Sang Mian's arm: "It must be painful."
For the next quarter of an hour, everyone fell into a long silence.
As an undertaker, his psychological quality is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Sang Mian closed the door of 709 again: "Don't look at it, the game has just begun."
As a player of a strange game, death is always with me. Sang Mian's reminder instantly woke everyone up. They knew
The ultimate goal of the player is to pass the game.
"Miss Sang!" A sudden female voice broke the awkward atmosphere. Everyone turned around and saw a woman with 50 points of weirdness walking slowly towards them carrying a big bag.
The woman's white dress covered her ankles, and her hair was scattered messily on her shoulders. The most obvious thing was her sharp nails, which were painted with red nail polish, so red that it seemed as if blood was dripping, making her look like a ghost.
Shen Guang: "Fuck! This seems fucking weird!"
"It seems to be gone." Zhuang Feng's face darkened: "It's still a vengeful spirit level."
Everyone immediately took a defensive stance.
"Wait, what did she just shout?" Xia Qing's attention was different from everyone else's. She clearly heard the woman call out "Miss Sang".
It seemed that among all the players, Sister Sang was the only one with the last name Sang. She pinched Sang Mian’s sleeve and whispered, “Sister Sang, is she calling you?”
Sang Mian touched his chin: "If you heard correctly."
Although Xia Qing was already used to Sister Sang's amazing connections, he was still a little shocked when he saw this scene.
"Sister Sang, what on earth did you do last night? It's your old acquaintance again?!"
Sang Mian said calmly: "Xiaoqing, you have to know that my personality charm is unstoppable, even ghosts."
Xia Qing: “…” Indeed, one has to admit that Sister Sang’s personality charm is extremely strong.
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