Yuan Qingli couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, so she lowered her gaze and said, "Why don't we be frank and open with each other?"
Upon entering the room, the long-tongued ghost made no attempt to turn on the lights, holding a lit candle in his hand as if he were attending a secret meeting and did not want anyone to know.
Thinking this through, Yuan Qingli wisely refrained from using her room key to turn on the lights.
She didn't want to offend the gossipy ghost unless absolutely necessary.
The long-tongued ghost extended a withered finger and made a shushing gesture, indicating to Yuan Qingli not to make a big fuss, and it also seemed to be referring to himself, indicating that it was inconvenient to say more.
“I know who you are, and I know why you have come.”
"I know everything that happened at the front desk, including what happened between you and the guy in the black hat pushing the food cart, and the guy next to you."
Yuan Qingli thought he should change his name to Surveillance Ghost.
She nodded slightly: "So?"
“Your skills are much better than every other guest who comes, and you’re not too stupid either.” The long-tongued ghost kindly expressed his appreciation for Yuan Qingli. “I need you to do something for me.”
Yuan Qingli didn't reply. It seems quite a few people have come to this place. But what does "not too stupid" mean? Not completely stupid, isn't that still stupid?
If the Long-Tongued Ghost had previously sought help from other players, then its current request for help is undoubtedly due to the other player's failure.
This matter seems to be more complicated than it appears.
If the gossipy ghost asks for my help, what kind of reward will he give me in return?
The girl's silence was seen by the gossipy ghost as a sign of potential cooperation.
He twirled the candle with his tongue, made a fist-and-palm gesture, and said solemnly, "Please help me save people, Miss Yuan. After it's done, I will tell you how to escape from the brothel. A promise is a promise, and I will never break it."
Yuan Qingli's attention was drawn to the word "person" in his question. She raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly and asked, "Besides us, who else is here?"
All that appears here are ghosts.
However, to be fair, the long-tongued ghost's terms for cooperation are indeed tempting.
She still has no clue about the requirements for passing the test.
No.
To be honest, I still have some scattered thoughts, but I haven't reviewed them yet.
"Come with me."
The gossipy ghost interrupted Yuan Qingli, led her to the bathroom door, pointed to the mirror covered by a bath towel, and said, "From here you can go to the brothel from fifty years ago. The person you need to save is there."
"There are some things that are inconvenient to say, but I believe that if it were you, you would definitely understand who to save."
Yuan Qingli didn't turn around, trying to entrust her trust to the other person, but she gripped the scissors in her hand even tighter: "Are you sure going in from here isn't to murder me?"
The clothes rack on the ground was still lying there.
"Don't worry, I'm confident." The long-tongued ghost used his tongue to roll up the clothes hanger and tap it on the mirror.
As predicted, after the mirror cracked, the clothes hanger remained intact.
Yuan Qingli looked up: "Is it someone very important to you?"
As Yuan Qingli finished speaking, the long-tongued ghost revealed a bitter smile.
He did not hide the guilt on his face, and the light in his eyes was dim and desolate.
“I understand.” Yuan Qingli paused slightly. “But history cannot be changed.”
The long-tongued ghost pointed to the top of its head: "It has that ability. Aren't you guests delivered by it? There's also a saying, 'History is written by people,' right?"
Yuan Qingli was slightly startled, as if she understood something.
"Come on, but don't touch me." Yuan Qingli pulled a bath towel to wrap herself in, letting the long tongue entwine around her waist.
Then it was thrown into the air.
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