Chapter 189, /.



In the bathroom, the other person considerately turned on the bathroom heater, but Yuan Qingli couldn't feel any warmth at all.

Stand in front of the mirror and place yourself and the ghost neighbor in the mirror.

Yuan Qingli's hand holding the scissors trembled uncontrollably, as if she were having an epileptic seizure.

"Ah!" Yuan Qingli cried out, picked up the torn clothes hanger and smashed it at her reflection in the mirror, while simultaneously turning around and dodging to the side.

"Crack." Cracks appeared on the mirror, spreading out like earthworms, tearing the neighbor ghost in the mirror to pieces.

"Ah, ahhh, you, you..." The neighbor ghost in front of the mirror struggled to grab its own body, its whole body twisting.

Its painful roar echoed in the air, its sharp sound like two rusty iron pieces scraping together, extremely piercing, before fading into silence.

Yes, the calm neighbor ghost stood before Yuan Qingli again, showing no signs of injury.

"How was my acting? Pretty good, right?" The neighbor ghost smiled slightly. "You didn't think that as a permanent resident here, I didn't even know the function of a mirror? That's hilarious. Besides, there's a neighbor in the mirror who's been my neighbor for decades."

"Wh-what...you actually..." Yuan Qingli's legs went weak, and she retreated, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

His face was now the same color as the neighbor's ghost, and he kept waving the scissors in his hand: "You, you stay away!"

"Don't you know that ghosts are spirits? You can't hurt me."

The neighbor ghost stretched out its hands, its fingernails visibly lengthening slowly: "Well then, I'll do it myself. I've heard that people who have been frightened have a faster heartbeat, stronger heart muscles, and fresher blood, and..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred.

Yuan Qingli ripped off the towel she had been holding onto and threw it at the other person. The white towel landed directly on the neighbor ghost, revealing its entire outline.

Yuan Qingli, abandoning her previous fear, gripped the scissors tightly with both hands and stabbed fiercely at the bath towel.

With a muffled "plop," it felt like piercing a piece of jelly—soft, cold, and sticky.

"Ah." The other party was clearly not expected to see this turn of events and was pushed into a corner.

"Ah!" Yuan Qingli stepped on the edge of the toilet with her right foot and exerted all her strength. She felt the scissors in her hand cutting through the spirit body with unstoppable force. With a "ding," they pierced through the other side of the bath towel and poked into the tile on the wall.

"Ah, ah, you, you..." The neighbor ghost struggled desperately under the bath towel, contorting into various shapes. Finally, it turned into a puddle of mud, which was then covered on the ground by the bath towel.

Neighbor ghost, none.

"How was my acting? Pretty good, right?" Yuan Qingli was still shaken, but she couldn't skip the lines she was supposed to say.

It turned out that Yuan Qingli had taken note of the room's layout as soon as she entered.

In particular, there are situations where there are no blankets or sheets, but there are pajamas and bath towels.

In her mind, ghosts shouldn't know about temperature changes, so it's normal that they don't need blankets. But why do they need things like bath towels and pajamas? Do ghosts need to take baths?

Once the ghost from next door came in, she immediately understood.

When I sat cross-legged on the bed, my pajamas were slightly weighed down. This suggests that these clothes and props have some special effect on ghosts.

Once inside the bathroom, her target wasn't the mirror. Using the mirror to eliminate the other person was just her first attempt, and she didn't have much hope for it.

Sure enough, the mirror had no effect on the ghosts and was even mocked.

It was precisely in that moment of carelessness that Yuan Qingli covered the other party with a bath towel and eliminated them in one fell swoop.

Yuan Qingli's guess was correct; the ghosts here also had the same hobbies they had when they were human—such as taking baths.

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