You are not monster girls!

Chapter 135 It's perfectly normal for people in the world of anime and manga to do whatever they want, you know? (4k)

"No wonder Little Azure Dragon was able to master such painting skills; his associative abilities are quite strong."

"That is."

"It's obvious that wasn't a compliment."

Lin Muran ruthlessly shattered Bai Mengqing's fantasy. Qingyi was clearly being sarcastic, and this dragon actually took it seriously.

Indeed, his extraordinary insensitivity overcame everything.

"Sigh, Little Green Dragon, do you know that while the ideal depicted in paintings may be lofty, reality is often quite the opposite?"

Qingyi sighed, tugged at her short-sleeved shirt, making a rustling sound that a cotton T-shirt shouldn't make: "Just like this shirt, it looks glamorous on the outside, but it's actually uncomfortable to wear."

"After you finish this trial stay, you can get a commission to buy a new one. Besides, this outfit is only temporarily borrowed from you, so don't get it dirty."

Qingyi didn't mention it after taking a shower yesterday, so Lin Muran thought it fit perfectly until she realized it didn't fit when she set off this morning.

Xia Li's size was too small, and Bai Mengqing's size was too big, so Lin Muran could only lend Qingyi the only plus-size garment in the female demon's wardrobe.

Surprisingly, it's still too small; I guess I'll just have to make do with it for now.

"But speaking of which, Lin Muran, why do you have other women's underwear in your house besides Little Azure Dragon and your traitorous disciple?"

Qingyi was pleasantly surprised that Lin Muran was so thoughtful as to have even prepared clothes for her. The sizes of the other clothes were fine, but the ones around her chest felt a bit stuffy.

This will affect the flow of energy to some extent, greatly weakening the effectiveness of one's spells.

The taste was strangely familiar.

However, since Lin Muran herself has come, she should be able to lie down comfortably now.

Bai Mengqing and Xia Li, upon hearing this question, also turned to look at Lin Muran with curiosity.

They had always known there was an empty room in the house, but Lin Muran rarely mentioned who the room belonged to. They could only tell from their phone calls and chat logs that the other person was a woman, and Lin Muran was very afraid of her.

"That's my sister's room, and it's reserved for her. It's best to avoid saying things like that in the future, especially when she's around."

Seeing that Qingyi had taken the initiative to ask, and that the two spirit beasts were so curious, Lin Muran took the opportunity to explain.

This way, it avoids the two of them dragging Yun Yifei's room into their future squabbles.

Bai Mengqing and Xia Li breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

If it's an older sister, a blood relative, then there's nothing to worry about.

Moreover, both of them were certain that she, like Lin Muran, was a gentle and loving woman.

"Oh," Qingyi glanced meaningfully at the two spirit beasts.

"It's just a simple sibling-rented apartment, and I just happen to be in charge of cleaning the place," Lin Muran shrugged.

Yun Yifei is currently working in another city, and her career is still on the rise. It's impossible for her to come back in less than a year or two.

Not to mention meeting those spirit beasts.

Talking about Yun Yifei with these spirit beasts is as ridiculous as talking about the 2012 doomsday in 2013.

"Let me ask you this first, do you think the homeowner would allow you to stream while you're sleeping?"

Since these guys wouldn't be meeting anyway, Lin Muran didn't want to discuss it further, so she took the initiative to change the subject.

In a typical haunted house test, the tester has to livestream the entire night and wait for the homeowner to give instructions, even if it's just to blindly go to the bathroom.

When Lin Muran was short of money, he considered becoming a hotel tester, but he was too pressed for time at the time and gave up the idea after searching around without success.

"Yes, there are cameras, but they only turn on at night."

Qingyi unlocked the U-lock on the iron fence and led the group into the courtyard: "But she hasn't contacted me since I moved in, so it doesn't really matter whether she does or not."

"Isn't this just letting you live in this house for free?"

Bai Mengqing was surprised, then tugged at Lin Muran's sleeve: "Why don't you go and scam one too?"

"They're just staying temporarily, okay?"

"I'm doing this on someone's behalf," Qingyi said, walking at the front of the group, her tone full of pride.

Xia Li followed on Lin Muran's other side, tapping the ground with her cane from time to time.

She had originally wanted to say that Qingyi was eating alone and living in such a big house by herself, but after looking at the people around her, she swallowed the words back.

Bai Mengqing glanced at the remaining half-fish bone in the fish pond and unconsciously moved closer to Lin Muran: "It feels strange what the owner of this house does."

After she finished eating the koi, she at least spat the bones into the deep mountains and forests to avoid being discovered. This homeowner actually threw the fish bones into the fish pond, which is really rude.

This must be the kind of "nouveau riche" that often appears in TV dramas, a bald, greasy middle-aged man whose head is stepped on.

"What do you mean? I'm not quite sure."

Qingyi frowned when she noticed a layer of dark red paste inexplicably on the door lock. She scraped it off with her key and then opened the door.

"However, I heard that the victims who were dismembered in this house were all women, and they were all strikingly similar in appearance and age. They were a bit like miniature versions of the Green Dragon."

After saying this, she opened the door. She softly chanted scriptures that she couldn't understand, mourning the deceased.

"Goohoo!?"

Bai Mengqing was so frightened that her camouflage flashed, and she jumped directly onto Lin Muran, forcing him to carry her in a princess carry. Xia Li, as if she had expected this, caught the eel wave.

"There are four of us here, is it really necessary to be so afraid?"

Faced with this sudden "burden," Lin Muran struggled to speak.

Bai Mengqing's disguised transparent tail flicked the other's thigh, her evening-colored eyes scanning the surroundings: "Better safe than sorry!!"

"You're being a little too cautious."

“Correction, the three of us are not human,” Emperor Roar said warily.

Xia Li, holding Manbo, stood on tiptoe, tilted her head to observe for a while, and found that there was no suitable angle, so she gave up the idea of ​​stacking.

This also relieved Manbo.

"Why is there a pole on that thing up there?" Di Hou asked, puzzled.

As she was looking for the right angle, the group entered the living room and looked up to see a dark rod hanging horizontally on the ceiling.

"Is this a horizontal bar?"

Qingyi followed Xia Li's gaze and looked up, discovering that there was indeed a gymnastics pole she had never seen before on the ceiling.

"It's obvious this isn't a horizontal bar."

"Maybe it's a clothesline." Bai Mengqing, who had been thrown down by Lin Muran, suddenly realized.

"You have such a big yard, why are you using a clothesline instead?" Lin Muran was speechless. He also found it strange. It was one story off the ground, but even if the homeowner wanted to practice tightrope walking, there was still room in the upper part.

"Why don't you show us around first and let us get familiar with the place?" Lin Muran was more concerned about her safety than the homeowner's quirks.

"Fortunately, I anticipated this and rehearsed it in advance. Let's go."

"Master Qingxiaoling does not possess the skill of divination," Dihou corrected.

"You unfilial disciple, can't you give your master some class?!" Qingyi angrily rubbed Xiali's cheeks.

Qingxiao Ling's ability to predict good or bad fortune relies on the sight and rhythm of the koi swimming in Yaochi. Since Yaochi was destroyed, they have never paid attention to auspicious days or times, and rely solely on their mood.

"dress rehearsal?"

Although Lin Muran knew that Qingyi had come prepared, she wondered if going through a rehearsal was a bit too much preparation.

He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine as he realized something terrifying—Yun Yifei had inexplicably sent him this address before.

Could it be that Qingyi was rehearsing with the female demon?
She has come back?

No, if the female demon comes back, she will definitely contact me in advance. She's not the kind of woman who likes to beat around the bush.

Moreover, the other party is not the kind of person with a distorted view of spending money, who would choose to stay in a hotel instead of using a ready-made room.

Lin Muran couldn't think of any motive that would compel her to do this.

It feels like only someone with a screw loose would do something like that, and the most normal part of the female demon is precisely her head.

"It's just that I looked at the house more carefully than what's in the contract." Qingyi's words relieved Lin Muran.

The female demon, with her upright and principled personality, hates people like Yan Yifan and Qingyi, who have abnormal thought processes.

How could we possibly become friends?

Sending that address must have another meaning. Could it be that she's been in a bad mood lately?
Luckily, I didn't reply to the message, otherwise I would have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Lin Muran, are you scared?" Bai Mengqing asked with a wicked smile, seeing Lin Muran's serious expression.

She knew she would be scared, and Lin Muran would definitely be scared too, which made her feel much better.

“There’s a difference between being afraid afterward and being afraid.” He was too lazy to argue, and simply followed Qingyi’s footsteps to tour the surrounding scenery.

"This is the crime scene where the dismemberment case happened before," Qingyi explained to Lin Muran in a low voice, pointing to the wall with black spots.

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"Are you telling a ghost story? Besides, this is just a crime scene."

Lin Muran's expression, which had remained unchanged, twitched slightly after Bai Mengqing's Phase Strike slammed into his arm.

Why is this guy reacting the same way as Xiaoyun? How boring.
"No, that's just a lame joke. It's just damp and moldy."

Seeing that her second attempt had no effect, Qingyi could only continue leading them forward to visit the first floor and the basement.

Lin Muran had been paying attention to Manbo's reaction the whole time. There was nothing wrong when they were walking in the other rooms on the first floor, but when they passed the locked basement, he could clearly see that Manbo's shaking frequency had slowed down and the amplitude had become much smaller.

There must be something extraordinary inside.

Lin Muran couldn't determine what it was, so she didn't say anything to avoid confusing everyone.

After all, he was afraid that the dragon might actually die from the stress.

After roughly traversing the three floors and the top floor of the villa, in order to improve efficiency, Lin Muran had the spirit beasts disperse to look for anything amiss, and then waited until noon to rest and exchange information.

We need to figure out roughly whether this ghost princess is a child or an adult before nightfall.

However, following the spirit beasts would inevitably attract some attention, so after assigning tasks, Lin Muran decided to take Manbo back up to the third floor.

During his visit, he noticed a door with more severe wear and tear than the others, but it remained closed due to the presence of other spirit beasts.

Lin Muran, holding the eel in her hand, slowly pressed down on the handle.

Gah! ! !
Suddenly, Manbo screamed in alarm.

"Don't be nervous, I haven't opened the door yet." After receiving Manbo's warning, Lin Muran did not immediately push the door open after pressing the handle, but instead rubbed her still sore ears.

Fortunately, he had received professional training, otherwise Eelwave would have already moved to another home.

After regaining her composure, Lin Muran assumed a posture ready to run away at any moment, and slowly pushed open the door by twisting her body.

A pungent yet familiar scent of photinia flowers quickly wafted from inside, almost knocking him and Manbo to the ground from the stench.

The scene before them made Lin Muran and Manbo, who were pinching their noses, open their mouths, but they couldn't make a sound. In their hearts, they even silently sighed that it was a good thing they didn't bring those three spirit beasts with them.

The sunlight streaming in through the door made the dim, reddish scene inside the room appear even more surreal, as if it were a scene from two different worlds.

To the left of the door was a workbench filled with various instruments, which Lin Muran was extremely familiar with.

An astronomical instrument, tarot cards, a crystal ball—the three essential items for con artists—along with a half-crushed heather flower, sprouting garlic, and a glass bottle containing an unidentifiable white liquid, all in an unusually chaotic state.

The items on it were covered in dust, clearly indicating that they hadn't been used for a long time.

The triangular wooden horse sat across the center of the room. In the corner of the wall was the Iron Maiden, its blade stained with black blood. Behind it, on a square-holed hanging board, hung all sorts of inexplicable torture instruments: electric batons, branding irons, and whips—presumably the least lethal.

The most eye-catching thing was the outfit surrounded by these instruments of torture, which could be assembled into a human shape.

The tuxedo, top hat, cape, and scepter are of unparalleled quality among cosplay outfits.

But what terrified Lin Muran the most were the human-shaped faces made of these costumes, and the mask that would send chills down the spine of any modern person just by looking at it—

The stone demon face, with an Aja red stone inlaid on its forehead.

Gurgle~
Eel Wave's slender body trembled incessantly as it began to softly call out to Lin Muran, wanting him to quickly carry it out of this eerie room.

"It is very impolite to comment on other people's privacy without permission."

Lin Muran silently closed the door and saw Manbo still calling out, "The homeowner is a fan of anime, so this kind of behavior is normal, understand, Manbo?"

Eel wave:
The more bizarre the room was, the more at ease Lin Muran felt. This largely suggested that the strange occurrences were orchestrated by the room's owner, rather than being truly haunted.

A Ghost Princess with many rumors about her isn't necessarily very powerful, but a Ghost Princess without any rumors about her is definitely useless.

Lin Muran began exploring other rooms, this time an outdoor bathroom with a bathtub that wasn't dusty.

There was still a little water left in the drain in the middle, so Qingyi must have taken a bath here a few days ago.

Just as Lin Muran was about to leave to check the other rooms, Manbo suddenly yelled and transformed into a ball of thorns, extending a pointer that pointed directly at the bathroom drain.

He looked up and his hand holding the incense burner trembled involuntarily.

That was the bathroom drain, which was clogged and had a lot of water left behind.

What was clogging the drain was a dense clump of hair mixed with fingernails.
(End of this chapter)