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Chapter 690 Wishing everyone a Happy New Year

Lemon Not Sour has experienced quite a few instances, but she has never seen a ghost with such a sorrowful expression.

In the past, ghosts were said to have hideous faces, bite people whenever they saw them, and have pale faces that would scare people half to death as soon as they appeared.

But this ghost is quite different.

She looked down at the photo in her hand.

The ghost in the photo is lying on the ground, struggling. It tries to get up, but something seems to be pressing down on it, restricting its movement.

The ghost struggled desperately but to no avail; it looked pitiful, weak, and helpless.

"This..." Wen Qin Tanjiu, who was standing next to her, also stared at the photo with a strange expression. "What's going on?"

Just moments ago, this ghost was crouching to the side, looking like it was about to ambush the doctor.

How could he suddenly collapse to the ground and convulse like he had an epileptic seizure in the blink of an eye?
It looks kind of funny.

The photo only shows the ghost's body. On the street they can't see, Gu Mian is trying to press down on the invisible ghost on the ground, while the fat man's camera lies on the ground beside him.

The ghost, which was being held down, thrashed about like a fish out of water, until Gu Mian finally sat down on it.

After getting close to Gu Mian, it let out a helpless cry and finally stopped moving.

The ghost was invisible; Gu Mian couldn't see its expression.

But Wenqin Talks Wine and Lemon Doesn't Sour, located just one street away, can see what this ghost looks like through photos.

It lay on the ground with its eyes rolled back, as if it had lost all hope for life.

Lemon Not Sour and Winnie the Pooh looked at each other, both completely bewildered.

Both of them had witnessed the horror of this ghost and how it killed people.

Its appearance when it was killing people was completely different from how it looks now.

"What's going on?" Lemon-Not-Sour looked at Wen Qin-Tan-Jiu beside her in confusion. "What's wrong with this ghost?"

Wen Qintang was also confused about the situation. He shook his head slightly, looking slightly bewildered: "I don't know. Maybe that doctor found a way out and restricted it."

"Really..." Lemon Doesn't Sour looked at the lifeless face in the photo.

Are ghosts really restricted by their means of survival?

It doesn't quite look like it.

But in any case, the ghosts were restricted.

The two breathed a long sigh of relief, but they were not completely at ease and were still watching the ghost in the photo warily.

Unexpected events are a common occurrence in dungeons.

Who knows if this ghost will suddenly jump up and continue chasing them in the next second.

In stark contrast to the two, Hao Laoshi, sitting slumped on the steps, was completely relaxed and even wore a strange smile.

Lemon Not Sour glanced at Hao Laoshi before looking away and continuing to stare at the photo in her hand.

Meanwhile, Gu Mian, who was just across the street, was making unwanted advances towards the invisible ghost beneath her buttocks.

He searched the other person's entire body and found the head.

Gu Mian touched the back of the ghost's head. He wanted to have a friendly conversation with the ghost, but he felt that talking to the back of its head wasn't sincere enough.

So he touched the round head with both hands and pried it open with force.

There was a "crack" sound coming from his hands, as if something had broken.

Hearing the voice, Gu Mian straightened her invisible head and withdrew her hand with satisfaction: "Hmm, not bad, now you can see my sincere eyes."

The scene in the photo is somewhat horrifying—

The ghost, who had been lying on the ground looking utterly hopeless, suddenly went mad, its head spinning 180 degrees, its bloodshot eyes pointing directly at the camera.

Seeing this horrifying act, Lemon Not Sour's hand holding the photo trembled: "It...it still wants to kill us..."

Even ghosts would feel wronged upon hearing this.

“Okay, head straight now, we can talk.” Gu Mian sat on the invisible ghost, her eyes sincerely fixed on the air below. “I know you’re a good ghost, and you’ll answer my questions seriously, right?”

The air below remained silent.

Gu Mian ignored it and continued speaking to herself: "This is the second world. Who is the key NPC in the second world again... Oh right, it's Number One."

He looked down at the wisp of air beneath him: "So, my friend, tell me if you know this person."

"Good Brother" was simply an affectionate nickname Gu Mian gave it to get closer to him.

The fat man once told him that if he wanted to communicate deeply with a ghost and open its heart, he should act kind and give the ghost an affectionate nickname to shorten the distance between them. Gu Mian thought the nickname "good brother" was very intimate, and it sounded like they were as close as brothers.

But the ghost beneath him remained silent.

Gu Mian felt the air beneath her begin to tremble slightly, which then developed into a shiver.

Was this nickname not intimate enough? Gu Mian pondered for a moment, then came up with more affectionate nicknames like "Dear Ghost," "Handsome and Kind Mr. Ghost," and "Ghost Sweetheart."

Unexpectedly, Ghost Sweetheart started shaking even more violently, almost like she was having an epileptic seizure.

Gu Mian's patience finally wore thin. He tore off his disguise and revealed his ugly villainous face.

He reached out and grabbed the ghost beneath him by the neck: "Are you mute? Can't you speak? Can't you speak? I'm asking you, can't you speak?"

Lemon Not Sour and Wen Qin were staring intently at the photo when they saw the ghost first have an epileptic seizure, then its eyes rolled back and its mouth opened wide. Its originally pale face turned bluish-purple in a few seconds, as if it couldn't breathe.

"What exactly happened?" Both of them were completely baffled.

It turns out that most ghosts respond better to force than gentleness.

Under Gu Mian's gentle caresses, the ghost finally made a sound.

"No...I don't know..." it croaked out, its voice high-pitched and unpleasant.

“You finally spoke,” Gu Mian said, releasing her hand and smiling. “I thought you were mute.”

The invisible ghost shed tears of humiliation.

Gu Mian couldn't see its humiliating tears.

After confirming that the ghost wasn't mute, he continued to press, "You haven't seen Number One, but you must have seen one or two other NPCs, right? Do you know any other NPCs?"

Ideally, someone could provide information about an NPC similar to Mr. Green, which would give us more clues about the game.

Unexpectedly, the ghost knew nothing when asked, only muttering frantically things like "I don't know," "I don't recognize it," and "I've never heard of it."

Like crazy.

His ravings were occasionally punctuated by cries of "Help!"

I don't know who he was hoping would come to his rescue.

Gu Mian looked up and glanced around. Theoretically speaking, when the ghost fell into his hands, this dungeon was not far from shutting down.

But even though he was already riding on someone else's back, there was no indication that the instance would be shut down for maintenance.

Perhaps this ghost really doesn't know anything.

The copy was quite certain that it wouldn't reveal any useful information, so it confidently tossed it to Gu Mian.

After all, constant crashes and maintenance don't look good.

This is truly a case of "what's the use of trying?"

This is awkward.

Gu Mian silently looked at the invisible ghost beneath her, unsure whether to hit it or not.

At this moment, Chu Changge had arrived beside Lemon Not Sour and the other person, and was looking at the photos in their hands.

The ghost in the photo is shaking its head madly, as if it is saying something.

Even though the ghost has been pushed to this point, the instance shows no sign of stopping. It seems we won't be able to get anything out of this ghost.

That's understandable, since not all the ghosts in the dungeons know anything.

When the global game first started, if the ghost was caught by Gu Mian, the dungeon would try to rescue it, but now they just leave it alone.

The game developers aren't interfering, so it seems this instance will proceed normally until it ends.

Just then, Chu Changge noticed that the ghost in the photo suddenly reached into his robes, as if groping for something.

Weapons? If this ghost pulled out a pistol and shot Gu Mian in the head, the NPCs would be in deep trouble.

But the ghost didn't take out what everyone was dreaming of.

He simply pulled out a stack of neat A4 papers, with a line of large black characters printed on the top sheet.

The people in front of the photo carefully examined the stack of A4 papers.

The cover displayed the words "Copyright Ghost Labor Protection Contract".

Happy New Year to everyone!
Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!
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