Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

Talking two ends.

While An Lan was still savoring the tenderness of their time in the stairwell, Yuwen Ji was in a terrible predicament!

"Creep——"

"Wei Wei Wei——"

Yuwen could clearly feel a splitting of skin on the back of his head. He wanted to make a sound, but was shocked to find that dense, dark lips had also grown on his neck and throat.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Whenever I try to say a word, I can't help but let out a lot of gas.

"Damn it... Ugh—damn it!!!"

"An Lan...whoosh whoosh—and that female ghost! Those two wicked bastards!whoosh whoosh—"

Even if he didn't understand the situation at all, Yuwen Ji could now sense that he had been set up!

While it may seem like he was just kneading Anlan, he had actually already helped someone else complete their "mission"!

What kind of working class are you?

"Creep... worm worm worm..."

The skin on his forehead was starting to split open. Yuwen Ji didn't know his current level of contamination, but he knew very well that if he didn't leave this place soon, he might become a "lips" person!

"Past..."

"Go back, and you'll reach the [security room]..."

"Let's go back!"

Without hesitation, Yuwen Ji rushed up to the floor!

"Rumble—rumble—"

Thunder rumbled across the playground, and the closer they ran into the building, the louder the thunder became!

until!

The familiar security room appeared before him, and Yuwen Ji paused in his steps. A familiar figure in a security guard uniform walked over, and Yuwen Ji's face suddenly turned pale!

because...

From Yuwen Ji's perspective now, the person standing in the security room is no longer that old man with the flowery beard!

It was a golden man whose skin looked as if it had been covered in gold powder!

His exposed skin was golden, reflecting the lightning. Beneath his helmet was a massive gold ingot. This ingot had no eyes or mouth, only three square openings like those of copper coins, staring intently at Yuwen Ji!

"you..."

"Here to pick up a package?"

A dull sound came from behind him, and Yuwen Ji subconsciously took a step back, staring at the 'Yuanbao Man' and swallowing hard.

He recalled his previous experience possessing An Lan, where it seemed that no matter what he said, the person would always have a smile on their face.

"Is he a good person?"

"Or... is he an undercover police officer? Helping the patient escape?"

"But...why is he in the shape of a gold ingot?"

Yuwen couldn't understand it at all!

Without Yang Zhenzhen's sarcastic reminder, and being "blinded by his own involvement," he didn't immediately grasp the inverted meaning. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded: "Yes!"

"Oh?"

"You're here to pick up a 'package'?!"

"Who are you】?!!!"

Unexpected!

Upon hearing "Yes," blood immediately began to gush from the three square eyes of the "treasure-shaped man," as he stared intently at Yuwen Ji!

"you!"

"What are you trying to do?!"

"You're here to pick up a 'package'?! Then what are you doing here?!"

"If I don't come here, where else can I go?!"

"Hahaha—you're here to pick up a package, huh...hahaha—"

"Gurgle—"

The blood in the square eyes of the "Yuanbao Man" grew darker and darker until finally... a large amount of blood mixed with white bone marrow gushed out and sprayed towards Yuwen Ji!

"Damn it! How could this happen?! How could this be?!"

Yuwen Ji instinctively stepped back again...

but!

"Hehehe—"

"Hehehe—"

A strange laugh came from the dark purple lips, and suddenly, countless dark lips burst open beneath Yuwen Ji's hospital gown, chattering and grinning!

"Depend on!"

"Thump—"

His legs went weak and he knelt down uncontrollably due to the writhing of countless lips, and Yuwen Ji collapsed directly in front of the "Yuanbao Man".

"You're here to pick up a package, huh...?"

"So you are..."

The other party gave a stiff, grotesque laugh, and its twisted head slowly approached Yuwen Ji. Its head hung high, black blood dripping from the edge of the ingot and splashing onto Yuwen Ji's face!

"Tick-tock—tick-tock—"

A foul stench, accompanied by eerie wails, wafted from the blood.

"Ugh—"

Yuwen Ji's mouths, which covered his entire body, suddenly opened wide, as if he wanted to swallow the blood that the other party had spilled!

"Damn it! Damn it!!!"

Yuwen was in a panic!

Now I'm completely panicked!

He didn't know what these lips meant, but he knew that once his lips swallowed so much black blood, his "contamination level" might instantly exceed a certain limit!

"Why...why..."

"Why is it that An Lan is completely unharmed... but it's me, why me! Why?!"

He still couldn't understand it, and in a panic, he took out the [Rationality Fluid] that he had always treasured from his chest.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yuwen Ji poured in the entire bottle of medicine.

"Buzz—"

In an instant!

Whether it was the lightning on the playground, the mouths that grew out of his body, or even the "Yuanbao Man," they all twisted rapidly before his eyes, transforming into An Lan's normal perspective.

only...

The old man with the beard, who should have had a kind and gentle face, was still staring at him with a sinister look!

"You're here to pick up a package?!"

The other person narrowed his eyes and reached out with both hands to grab Yuwen Ji's neck!

Yuwen Ji hurriedly retreated, running towards the gate of the mental hospital without regard for anything else.

"you--"

Seeing Yuwen Ji running towards the gate, the old man with the white beard's eyes instantly cleared, and his tone softened: "Wait! I have three questions for you..."

"ah?!"

Yuwen Ji, who was gripping the iron gate with both hands, was stunned. He turned his head and saw the other person staring at him: "Tell me... were you having a good time in the hospital?"

"Great! Absolutely great!"

Subconsciously, I wanted to please the old man.

Can!

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the old man with the flowery beard took out an electric baton from behind him and rushed towards Yuwen Ji!

"Grass!"

"Holy crap!"

Why?!

"Clang—"

Without daring to linger any longer, Yuwen Ji climbed over the iron gate railing in a few steps, then rolled over the gate of the mental hospital and rushed towards the mountain path outside the hospital.

"Whoosh—whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Running wildly through the misty mountain path, Yuwen Ji didn't know why this route would lead back to the hospital, but to get away from his current "mission," he didn't have time to think. The scenery rushed past him, and the surrounding area began to glow with the light of incandescent bulbs...

"Tap tap tap—"

The familiar hospital lobby appeared, with 'mentally ill patients' moving about numbly.

Yuwen Ji stared blankly at all of this, and after a long period of bewilderment and confusion, his panicked eyes gradually turned into resentment.

"Crunch—crunch—"

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, Yuwen strode quickly towards the ward: "An Lan! An Lan!!! You and that female ghost, how dare you scheme against me!"

"The only bottle...the only bottle of [Sensitivity Potion]..."

"What a waste!!!"

......

at the same time.

In Yuwen Ji's first-person perspective live stream, the chat was filled with frantic ridicule.

[666! Even dungeon quests discriminate? An Lan can go in and do whatever she wants and nothing happens, but Yuwen Ji went in all polite and well-behaved and got a beating!]

[Damn it, Anlan is definitely a crony!]

[I relied on connections to conquer every dungeon, what did you rely on?]

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