Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

When Liang Zaibing came out of the shower, Huang Fang was still looking like a timid quail, hiding behind Liang Zaibing and not daring to look at Chen An. He muttered to himself, "Damn it, why did you bring back another male ghost? You're going to give me a nervous breakdown."

Liang Zaibing casually dried her hair, "Just treat him like a new roommate."

Huang Fang was on the verge of tears. Was this a roommate situation that could be accepted so easily?

"And I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always feel like they both want to eat me. I don't even dare to wear headphones and turn my back when I play games."

"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. They just look fierce, but they're actually very easy to talk to."

Moreover, they do not eat human flesh, at least not for now.

Liang Zaibing added a sentence in her mind.

Huang Fang looked at the two legendary "easy-going" ghosts with suspicion.

Eleven continued to stare at him with his dark eyes, while Chen An politely forced a smile, just for show.

Anyway, Huang Fang screamed even more miserably.

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Seeing that Huang Fang was so frightened that he couldn't sleep for days on end, Liang Zaibing felt a little guilty. Actually, she was mainly annoyed by this screaming chicken that was always making a fuss. In the end, she decided to move out.

Upon hearing that she needed to find a place to live, Liang Zaibing immediately pulled out her prepared rental plan. There was a two-bedroom apartment in a new downtown community with a monthly rent of only 1000 yuan. After comparing several options, Liang Zaibing finally chose this apartment.

Before parting, Huang Fang, who had been so scared that he hadn't slept well for several days, was so happy that he almost set off firecrackers, but he still held Liang Zaibing's hand with brotherly affection, "Do you need my help moving? I'll be there whenever you call."

Liang Zaibing patted his shoulder, "You don't need anything. I'm leaving. You can sleep peacefully."

Huang Fang was still worried, "Is the house you found okay? It's so cheap, could it be a haunted house?"

"What's there to be afraid of? There are two fierce ghosts and a poor ghost in the house. Even if there's a fierce ghost in red living inside, he'll have to think twice."

"...That seems to make some sense."

My luggage has been packed and delivered by the moving company. I can move in right away after buying some daily necessities at the supermarket.

On the way, Liang Zaibing searched for information about moving into a new house, but exited after seeing the first two results.

The first rule is to choose an auspicious date and time.

He glanced at the calendar; today was the day before the summer solstice, also known as the day of separation, an inauspicious day for all activities.

The second item is that the whole family holds auspicious items such as kitchen knives and fire tongs, symbolizing good fortune and prosperity.

He imagined the scene and felt that describing it as a crime scene would be more appropriate.

We must believe in science; feudal superstition is unacceptable.

Eleven had been watching for a while when he suddenly spoke up, "Should we get a kitchen knife?"

Liang Zaibing wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. "These sharp objects are quite dangerous. Let's not play with them. Let's just light some firecrackers instead."

"Oh," Eleven responded, but it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or not.

When we arrived at the residential building, we happened to meet the movers who had finished their work and were coming downstairs.

Liang Zaibing was about to exchange a few polite words with them when they turned and ran away like mice seeing a cat.

Liang Zaibing touched her nose helplessly, "Do I look that scary?"

Chen An gave him a thorough look, then decisively shook his head, "Not scary at all."

"..."

When Liang Zaibing arrived at apartment 402 in building 7, he realized that buying the string of firecrackers in his hand was worthwhile.

The once pristine mahogany security door was now riddled with holes, as if someone had been hammering it from the outside in the middle of the night. The deepest part of the hole was three centimeters deep, almost breaking the door apart.

Someone even splashed a bucket of red paint on it, turning the entire door a blood-red mess.

The wall next to it was covered with insults and vulgarities written in black ink, such as "bitch" and "slut." They had the nerve to write it, but Liang Zaibing was too embarrassed to read it aloud.

Moreover, there's a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere; even if it's not haunted, people wouldn't feel comfortable living there.

It's obvious they were ripped off by the landlord.

Liang Zaibing handed the firecrackers and lighter to Chen An, saying, "You take these first, I'm going to make a phone call."

Liang Zaibing spent several minutes in the hallway carefully crafting her questions for the landlord before finally dialing the number. But when she did, the call was met with the message: "The number you dialed is currently switched off."

Seeing that he had returned empty-handed, Chen An offered a very enthusiastic suggestion, "Do you want me to help you find him? I can bring his head back tonight."

Liang Zaibing was so startled that she almost stumbled and fell. She steadied herself on the railing and quickly waved her hand, "No, no, the boss doesn't deserve to die. Let's make do with this place for now."

Chen An's expression seemed inexplicably disappointed; he must have misread it.

When they were setting off firecrackers, Liang Zaibing pulled Eleven to cover their ears and hide far away.

Chen An remained as steady as a mountain, lit the fuse and slowly walked backward, until Liang Zaibing pulled him back.

The sound of the firecrackers exploding almost deafened half of his ear, and the smoke and red paper scraps filled the air, finally dispelling some of the gloomy atmosphere.

Liang Zaibing breathed a sigh of relief. "That's enough for today. Let's make do with this meal for now, and we'll find someone to replace the door and repaint the walls tomorrow."

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But as Liang Zaibing weighed out a single serving of noodles, Chen An silently moved closer to him, saying, "Hungry."

Liang Zaibing paused for a moment, putting aside the question of why ghosts need to eat, "Why are you hungry? Your stomach isn't..."

Is it inside Lin Yisen's stomach?

Chen An tilted his head, puzzled. "It was taken back when the dungeon ended."

Liang Zaibing then realized what was going on.

Because he obtained the cursed object, the spirit's limbs were also completely recovered.

If anyone actually thinks of increasing their strength through demonization, they are destined to end up with nothing.

"The noodles are mushy," Chen An reminded him.

"Oh no!" Liang Zaibing hurriedly turned off the stove. When she picked up the pot, it tilted and she had to hold it steady, which burned her so badly that she screamed.

"Let me do it."

Eleven pushed him from the stove to the sink, rinsed his scalded fingers with cold water, washed the pot by himself, and then stir-fried vegetables, lotus root slices, and braised pork with a spatula.

Liang Zaibing went from being uneasy at first to finally being completely convinced by the product.

I never expected that this kid, who's only a teenager, would have such great culinary skills, completely on par with a hotel chef!

Before eating, Liang Zaibing wiped away the tears from the corners of her mouth and offered a very devout prayer before the meal.

Praise the number one guy!

Eleven, perhaps seeing through the little drama unfolding in his mind, placed a generous amount of braised pork on his plate and said, "Eat up."

Liang Zaibing was still moved when she came to her senses and found that half of the dishes on the table were empty.

The culprit, still holding his chopsticks and looking like he hadn't had enough, said, "Are you guys still eating? I'm not full yet."

Liang Zaibing immediately broke the chopsticks in half.

"Sorry," Chen An lowered his head, "I haven't eaten in so long, I couldn't control myself."

Liang Zaibing mentally slapped herself hard, thinking, "Damn it."

They've been experimental subjects in the lab for so many years, probably never even tasted a normal meal. What's wrong with letting this poor kid eat more?

With a heavy heart, Liang Zaibing scooped the braised pork out of his bowl and gave it to him, saying, "Eat up, I'll buy you more vegetables tomorrow."