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Chapter 162 - Chapter 162: Destiny says, don’t praise people casually.

Just as Ji Heng was about to speak, Su Er suddenly waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, let me guess. You mean you were influenced by those evil goats?"

Ji Heng shook his head, his expression heavy. "In the final analysis, it's my lack of self-control. I can't blame anyone else."

"…"

Standing in front of the French window, Su Er looked at the blurred dark red marks in the mirror, and Ji Heng who was silently bowing his head behind him. He touched his neck silently. This speech really showed that he had learned the essence of green tea.

With a light sigh, he turned the page on his own initiative, but his gaze turned less friendly when he looked at the struggling Painted Skin Ghost.

"No wonder I've been feeling weak and irritable lately. It turns out the culprit is here." Not daring to get too close, Su'er stood half a meter away with a cold look in his eyes.

He was halfway through questioning Ji Heng when he suddenly remembered what he had said on the cable car about his equally uncontrollable murderous intent: "Could it be that you are also affected by it?"

Ji Heng's palm revealed the other snake eye he had obtained in the fatal situation. He guessed, "The Painted Skin Ghost is like a poison, and this eye is the drug."

Previously preoccupied with fear, Su Er began to reconsider his assessment. As the talisman paper gradually wore off, the Painted Skin Ghost was able to stretch itself out. The half closest to him wasn't entirely skin; it had a small raised spot, and beneath it lay a hidden crack.

The nose and mouth are both there, the only thing missing is a pair of eyes.

The Painted Skin Ghost tried to pounce on Ji Heng.

Without giving it this chance, Ji Heng casually flipped the dagger in his hand. The Painted Skin Ghost felt threatened and retreated again.

Suer's eyes darkened slightly. The fact that Ji Heng did not take the opportunity to deal with this ghost already indicated some problems. Unless there were special considerations, the Painted Skin Ghost would be extremely difficult to kill.

Sure enough, bad news came the next second.

"It once voluntarily released its Yin energy to help you mass-produce villains. As long as the villains are alive, no matter how badly it is injured, it will at most be weakened."

Su Er's expression changed: "Doesn't that mean I'm invincible?"

Ji Heng shook his head: "When the clay figurine grows to a certain size, it can also absorb the Painted Skin Ghost's Yin energy from a distance."

On the floor, the Painted Skin Ghost was spread out mockingly like an egg, certain that they were helpless.

Su Er was indeed helpless.

However, he still had to save face. Instead of getting angry, he smiled and said, "Are eyes important to you?"

Ji Heng cooperated by pinching the eyes on his hands, and the Painted Skin Ghost immediately twitched.

After a while, Sur half-knelt down and took off the last piece of talisman paper, as if he wanted to generously let it go free.

"If you dare to possess me again, he will crush this eye."

The Painted Skin Ghost shook angrily, but finally calmed down.

Su Er pulled at the skin on his face and said in disgust, "It's so thick."

"Fuck you!"

An icy voice filled his ears, and a strange color quickly flashed in Suer's eyes. Not only could he speak, but except for the tone, the voice was almost 100% similar to his own.

"You and I are one," the Painted Skin Ghost said, with a rather wicked personality. "Back then, you peeled off your skin, and Zhu Yun transformed into a snake-man and gouged out her eyes. The materials were then passed on to an old woman, and that's how I was born."

Old woman?

Suer took out the crying doll and recalled the meeting with the old lady at the welfare center. The attitude she showed did not seem like they had met before.

On second thought, he was taken out of the Wudu world by the game, and even the Ghost King didn't remember this memory, let alone an ordinary evil ghost.

Closing his eyes tightly, Soul couldn't help but look down at his hands, his voice trembling: "I... intentionally created a ghost?"

When he looked up again, the Painted Skin Ghost bent over and stood up. Ji Heng said what it was thinking: "What are you surprised about?"

Hasn't creating ghosts always been done?

The shock in his heart disappeared instantly, and Su Er scratched his head: "That's right."

It's a bit of a fuss.

Painted Skin Ghost: "Zhu Yun was already half-dead when she entered the game."

Su Er had visited the Tianji City dungeon, and the people there had long ago degenerated into snake people. Zhu Yun's inevitable death there proved that she was a native of Tianji City. In other words, she was a snake person from the beginning.

Thinking about it carefully, during the time when we were desk mates, Zhu Yun was completely dependent on hand cream, her skin was easily dry and cracked, and she wore autumn and winter school uniforms most of the time.

"In the future she predicted, she would be doomed, and your memories would be sealed and you would be sent out of the game. That's why we worked together at the welfare field. Zhu Yun's eyes are on me. If I don't die, she can live on as a ghost."

The Painted Skin Ghost continued speaking almost without pause. As the mystery was solved, Su Er's brows showed signs of tightening. Finally, he took the initiative to interrupt: "Why are you telling me this?"

The Painted Skin Ghost said calmly: "If I don't confess clearly, you will throw me into the toilet and then ask with a smile, 'I have a flush toilet, do you have a story?'"

"…"

The truth is out.

Ji Heng raised his eyebrows. He had witnessed a similar scene outside the water curtain when he was in Sur's novice field.

The Painted Skin Ghost said the key point: "So don't even think about popping my eyeballs. I'm seriously injured, and Zhu Yun is completely finished."

Su Er frowned: "But her eyes clearly didn't ask..."

He suddenly stopped talking before he finished speaking. No matter how badly injured one was in the dungeon, one could recover after leaving. They had obviously exploited this loophole.

In this way, wouldn't it be possible to forge Painted Skin Ghosts infinitely?

"Don't let your imagination run wild. You were able to survive skinning thanks to a high-level healing item. Even so, you were nearly killed by a monster during the recovery period."

Su Er asked what he wanted to know most: "Why were you taken out of the copy world?"

"Because I'm awesome!" Even without being able to tell from his expression, one could sense the smugness in his tone: "The Painted Skin Ghost is skilled at disguise. I turned into a dead object and tricked the game."

Soul didn't say anything sarcastic...that's really amazing.

"When I reach a certain level in the future, Zhu Yun will absorb some of the Yin energy and have the opportunity to grow into the new Ghost King."

Thinking that the negative energy he had accumulated with great effort would be used to help others, the Painted Skin Ghost couldn't help but feel the urge to go berserk.

Su Er nodded thoughtfully: "I see."

To some extent, the Painted Skin Ghost is immortal, acting as a mother, nurturing the Yin Qi and giving birth to a clay figurine that is immortal. However, this also means the Painted Skin Ghost can never truly become powerful, as its fragments will endlessly absorb the Yin Qi within it. Furthermore, Zhu Yun is using her eyes to steal Yin Qi.

Then Soul asked about his past.

The Painted Skin Ghost, who always answers questions, remained silent this time. After a while, he said, "I can't tell you. If I do, I'll be caught in the game."

After he finished speaking, he instantly turned back into the appearance of a stun gun and hid it in his pocket.

In the past, the stun gun was something he relied on, but now that its true identity had been revealed and it was so openly by his side, Sur had to force himself to be extremely alert.

Ji Heng had no better idea for the moment, so he handed over a few pieces of talisman paper for emergency use.

Su Er quickly accepted the reality and focused on the dungeon mission: "I want to go to the bamboo building again."

Ji Heng glanced at the table: "Drink the porridge first."

The temperature was just right. Su Er drank it in big gulps and squinted his eyes in satisfaction: "Let's go."

Every few steps, you could see an eagle on the eaves, its sharp eyes sweeping over every inch of the nearby land, like a strict surveillance. Voices were heard from the bamboo building, and Su Er quickened his pace to go up and found Ye Xiaocen and the others there.

Zhou Que sneered, "I heard you weren't feeling well?"

Su Er turned a blind eye to it. Although he suffered some minor injuries before fainting, he did gain something. The female ghost in the family photo asked him to come to the bamboo house at midnight.

Zhou Que was disappointed, curled his lips and turned to go to Ye Xiaocen.

Suer felt it was strange. It was not like the other person's character to give in so quickly.

Ji Heng picked up a decorative plate and pulled him to study it, glancing at Lin Lele.

Su Er understood and looked at him secretly.

Lin Lele's skin was not very good, with dark acne marks on her forehead and chin. Now all those blemishes disappeared, and she looked a shade whiter.

"It's likely she's possessed by a ghost," Lin Lele said, studying the family photo. "The wife is much thinner than the husband. Unless she's asleep, it's easy for someone to take the knife and kill her."

Chen Buqi had a good relationship with her, but now he kept his distance without showing it, and nodded in agreement perfunctorily.

Not noticing the change in everyone's attitude, Lin Lele continued to look for clues, unconsciously twisting his steps as he walked.

Ji Heng whispered, "Let's go to the master bedroom."

The door was broken and there was only dust but no blood on the sheets, proving that the murder did not happen while the person was sleeping.

There were a lot of empty wine bottles piled up in the corner. Sur opened the wardrobe, took out a few men's jackets and smelled them. There was a lingering smell of alcohol on them.

"My husband is an alcoholic."

"Not only was he an alcoholic, he was also a domestic abuser." Ji Heng stood in front of the bamboo wall and rubbed the bloodstains on it with his fingers. "The distribution is very scattered, and the amount is not large. It's not left from the murder."

Su Er breathed a sigh of relief: "The motive for the crime has been found."

There wasn't much in the room, so it was quick to check, and after a complete round, no more clues could be found.

Su Er sighed: "It seems that we can only wait until night."

There was a sudden noise downstairs.

When the two of them rushed down, Lin Lele was hugging a pillar, twisting around it like a snake, with moans escaping from her lips. To be honest, even the top aphrodisiac might not have this effect.

Su Er paused: "What's going on?"

Zhou Que didn't care about being hostile to him at this moment. His expression was extremely grim. "He's like a madman. He bites everyone he hugs." He cursed a lot and said, "I think he's been possessed by a vampire."

Surprised at his reaction, Su saw the teeth marks around Zhou Que's neck and immediately understood that he had almost become a victim.

At this moment, Lin Lele's body suddenly swelled up like a balloon, and her skin became thinner and whiter, until it was as transparent as a cicada's wing.

"Help…Help…"

The last sound could not be uttered, the chest swelled unnaturally, and the heart exploded directly under the excessive internal air pressure. Blood spurted far away. The player dodged fast enough, but was still splashed.

We are all old players and have seen this kind of scene many times, so we don't think it's a big deal.

Ye Xiaocen frowned: "I should have kicked her out earlier."

Blood was splattered everywhere, covering part of the crime scene.

It was unpleasant to hear, but it was the truth. Chen Buqi, who was close to Lin Lele, didn't say much.

Ji Heng suddenly looked towards the door: "Someone is coming."

Amidst extreme alert, the female chef from Canteen No. 3 appeared in front of everyone. She carried Lin Lele's body with one hand, and her white chef's uniform was instantly stained with blood.

The female chef didn't mind at all. She even touched the drooping arm and commented, "This skin is good. It's perfect for making snow meringue."

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Who wants to give me a hand? I have to extract the fat for the stuffing and peel the skin by myself. I'm too busy."

"Are there any benefits?" Ye Xiaocen asked realistically.

The female chef nodded, grinning amidst the unhappy expressions on everyone's faces: "Only two spots available, first come, first served."

"I'll go." Zhou Que said impatiently.

Ye Xiaocen expressed the same wish.

Chen Buqi missed the opportunity due to hesitation. He gritted his teeth and walked to the master bedroom to collect clues.

Zhou Que snorted provocatively before leaving. Su Er frowned, knowing he needed to find another way to get information. After a moment, he said to Ji Heng, "The mountains are damp and full of snakes. Let's go catch a few."

Ji Heng understood what he meant: "Go south."

·

"The wine makes me drunk, and the beautiful girl cries..." Zhu Mei sat in the farmhouse restaurant, humming a song while disinfecting the silver needles for tattooing, and waiting for the freshly baked snow-white mei niang.

A scent of meat wafted over. Zhu Mei put down what she was doing and frowned slightly. It was not the smell of Xue Mei Niang.

Suer put out the makeshift fire outside and appeared with Ji Heng holding a plate.

Zhu Mei's pupils trembled: "This is..."

Su Er introduced them one by one: "Wontons, thin-skinned buns, white-skinned pastries."

Each piece of skin was extremely thin, and the meat was a semi-pink color because it was not cooked.

Taking a breath of the fragrance, Zhu Mei squinted her eyes in enjoyment: "It's human skin."

If you study the texture of the skin carefully, you will find that its fineness and smoothness are exactly the same as Sur's.

"It's my skin." Soul cut his finger and used an item to heal the wound. "I only have one drop of recovery potion left. Otherwise, I could have made a few more dishes for you."

Zhu Mei was stunned for a moment, but soon she slammed the table and laughed heartily. She didn't even ask what kind of medicine could have such a strong effect. Instead, she praised him for his wisdom.

The female chef at window number three and the player who was helping out all looked over.

Zhou Que was extremely anxious and wanted to know what had happened, but he couldn't get away because of the female chef.

Ye Xiaocen's eyes darkened, and without saying anything, he increased the speed of stirring the fat.

"Before we eat, could you tell me a little about the previous hostess?"

Soul asked ingratiatingly.

Zhu Mei's red lips moved, and she was about to speak when she vaguely saw Wonton move.

Su Er calmly explained, "We used fresh meat, and it was only three-quarters rare. This is normal post-mortem nerve pulsation."

Zhu Mei believed the explanation and continued, "She is very beautiful, and her husband is always suspicious..."

Soul: "Please keep your voice down."

Giving him a meaningful look, Zhu Mei said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "My husband has the two children secretly monitor us. If they see the hostess getting close to any of the resort's guests, they must report it immediately. They often make up stories and snitch on us in order to get more pocket money."

Su Er was surprised: "That's my biological mother."

Zhu Mei tsk-tsks, "The couple wants to run a resort, and they've sent their child to be raised by a nanny in the city since he was little. They don't have a close relationship. To put it bluntly, they're just born bad eggs. Every time they come back on vacation, they use this to make money."

He scooped up the wontons, blew on them gently, and said before eating, "The hostess was very angry when she found out the truth and wanted to teach the child a lesson. What a pity..."

She blinked. "People who were cunning in life remain cunning in death. Legend has it that two children turned into ghosts and hid themselves away."

Sur fell into deep thought and realized the preparations he needed to make before going to the bamboo house in the evening.

I took the delicious wonton in my mouth and chewed it for a few times, but it didn't break. The skin and the minced meat filling slid automatically into my esophagus.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but Zhu Mei always felt as if it had entered her stomach and was still moving.

In fact, all these foods were made by Sur using the Painted Skin Ghost. Since it won't die anyway, it might as well make use of it.

The Painted Skin Ghost was quite cooperative. It had always devoured a person from the outside in, and had never tried from the inside out. Even if it failed, the worst that could happen was that it would be pulled out.

The abnormality lasted only a moment, and Zhu Mei soon became drooling over the crystal clear human skin. She ate a small wonton at a time, and after finishing a bowl, she started eating buns.

Su Er held her face with a motherly smile, took the initiative to help her pour a dish of vinegar, and said gently: "If it tastes good, eat more."

The plan was carried out smoothly, but Zhu Mei seemed to be a key NPC. I wonder if the copy would collapse if the Painted Skin Ghost really succeeded in occupying her body.

Thinking of this, a hint of frustration appeared in his expression.

Will I be held responsible for this?

Ji Heng whispered in his ear, "The evil was caused by the Painted Skin Ghost. The collapse of the instance is the concern of the host. What does it have to do with you, Su Er?"

...That's the truth!

Su Er hummed softly, and pushed the plate of white puff pastry forward: "It's boring to eat only meat, how about a small snack."

Zhu Mei licked the flesh at the corner of her mouth and smiled charmingly: "You are considerate."

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