After it was over, the female skeleton silently took it, put her head back on, and then raised her empty eyes to look at Yuan Qingli: "Thank you."
"I should be the one saying thank you." Yuan Qingli reached out and touched the female skeleton's not-so-smooth head. "Goodbye."
The female skeleton smiled slowly: "Welcome back next time."
Next time? Who wants a next time?
Witnessing all this, the two men, who were still trying to mentally prepare themselves, widened their eyes in disbelief: That's it? So fast?
However, according to Yuan Qingli's approach, not kissing is also acceptable.
The two saw the female skeleton that Yuan Qingli had just kissed was about to leave, so they quickly rushed over with water.
Compared to the other smelly ghosts, this one is obviously more tolerable.
"Hello……"
"I'm sorry, my work hours are over for today, and I can no longer accept payments. Please contact my colleague."
Lin Shaojie and Chicken Claw Brother were instantly bewildered, on the verge of tears.
Ghosts don't never rest, so why are they off work?
This is indeed the last act of defiance from a wage earner.
Yuan Qingli noticed several gazes fixed on her. She looked up and smiled charmingly, "Friends, mission accomplished! I'll be waiting for you outside!"
The two: Isn't that the devil's smile?
The two were forced to split up to do their tasks. They didn't want anyone to see them kissing a ghost.
While Yuan Qingli and Zhuang Xiangyi were waiting outside for Lin Shaojie and the others to finish their shopping, they suddenly remembered something.
"Wait for me a moment." Yuan Qingli said, then turned and went back into the convenience store.
She found the female skeleton again. The female skeleton was packing up to go home, and the other person was fiddling with her head, seemingly unable to get the pose right.
Hello~ I'd like to trouble you again.
"Hmm? It's you again, customer. What do you need this time? I'm already off work."
"Could you give me some alfalfa, sawdust, and straw? I'll pay for it myself."
The female skeleton tilted her head, revealing her bare, wind-swept neck, and replied gently and politely, "Very familiar..."
"Do you have these things?" Yuan Qingli asked again.
The female skeleton hesitated and tapped her head: "Yes."
The female skeleton rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.
What year was that? It seems like many, many years ago, I took it from the hotel's back garden.
I don't know why, but I just feel like it.
After bringing them over, you can just put them on the shelf. That's the good thing about small shops; besides the required items, you can also set up your own stalls to earn some extra money.
However, it seems that no one has ever bought this item.
There was a clearance sale once, and we almost destroyed everything.
But why did she keep these things? It seems someone whispered something in her ear.
That was a very poetic idea.
"I'll get it and give it to you directly; you don't need to pay."
...
The four cold-blooded individuals left the convenience store, preparing to go up to Brother Chicken Claw's room on the 18th floor to use it as a meeting room.
No one wanted to say a word about their experience at the convenience store.
Looking at the dejected faces and trembling hands of the chicken claw man and Lin Shaojie, it seemed that their spending inside was a bit too exciting.
“Let’s go, let’s go to the 13th floor now,” Yuan Qingli suggested naturally.
After all, they had completed all three tasks within the rules, but the system showed no sign of letting them leave.
So now we can only go to the 13th floor to find the exit.
No one dared to agree with Yuan Qingli's suggestion. They were all wary of the rule that "going to the 13th floor is prohibited."
They almost died just from going to a restaurant for a meal; who knows what would happen next?
After all, none of them are as strong as Yuan Qingli.
Seeing that the three of them were hesitant, Yuan Qingli had no choice but to share the clues provided by the long-tongued ghost.
"What's that room on the thirteenth floor emitting red smoke?"
"Is it on fire?" The chicken-claw man received a few more eye rolls.
Yuan Qingli slowly guided, "What comes to mind when you think of smoke related to ghosts?"
"Offering incense, making offerings, or worshipping?" Chicken Claw Brother chimed in, "Worshipping is more appropriate."
“That’s right.” Lin Shaojie’s eyes lit up. He pushed up his glasses, which had slipped off his nose, and exclaimed with delight, “We just need to go to the 13th floor and see which room has some incense!”
Chicken Claw paused, his voice hoarse: "Should we open every single room? What if we run into someone..."
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