[BL] I Wasn't Born Lucky (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 115

The stranger stood at the door of Xiao Li's house, eyes on the anti-theft door in front of him. His eyes showed a hint of imperceptible coldness. He made a simple mark on the wall next to the anti-theft door with the red powder in his hand.

He took out a master key from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole. The anti-theft door opened in response. The stranger entered the living room and quickly glanced at the general facilities of the room. The bathroom was filled with warm yellow lights and water was flowing non-stop. The sound of conversation could be heard from time to time.

"Don't want to take a bath yet? Look, you are dirty. After washing, you will become..." Xiao Li searched for the appropriate adjective. "Your black fur will become purer?"

The little black cat, "....Meow meow meoooow!"

...This was the last hurrah of a pig. In his short-lived cat life, his former owner didn't give him a bath because of a lack of resources. Then he became a stray cat. This was the first time he was rubbed down in such a large area and he felt cold under his belly.

Xiao Li tried to appease him. "Okay, you aren't black, you're white. You are a little white cat. I'll call you Little White."

Little White, "...Meow!"

The stranger in the living room listened to the sounds from the bathroom for a while. After the little black cat cried out, he lowered his head and drew out a star disk. He touched the pointer on the disk to activate it...

He watched the index of the star disk and thought to himself, 'There is something unusual about this cat. Once I take this person's life, I'll see if it can be collected for my own use. Oh, what is a senior reincarnator? He offended the Judges and will become a stepping stone to refine items.'

He had done this type of thing many times and there were no psychological barriers.

Then the stranger looked up at the middle of the living room. There was a painting hanging there and it was a very beautiful, old painting. The painting showed a lush peach tree and a long-haired woman with a slim waist in a beautiful robe. Beside the woman was a small stick person who didn't match the woman, like it had been drawn playfully. It was the old painting that Xiao Li had brought out. He hung the painting in the living room and let the opera ghost come out at night to play.

The stranger frowned deeply. He felt that the painting was a bit wrong but he couldn't say where it was finally. Finally, he could only attribute it to the stick person being too ugly, ruining the entire style of the painting.

The information he received was that the second young master of the Xiao family was a reincarnator with fairly good strength, but not at the top. He was the one who hindered their plan to find the woman full of yin. Moreover, this house didn't seem like a place where a great expert lived. There were no arrays and no spirits. He didn't think too much.

He bent down and waved, causing a blood-coloured sickle to appear in his hand. He slowly walked toward the bathroom, into the light from the darkness, like his codename 'Death.' The moment he took two steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the painting.

The angle of the person's head in the painting had changed. Originally, the face was turned to the side and caressing the peach tree. Now it had turned around and... was looking at him!

The stranger was surprised. The woman in this painting was definitely a ghost and even the star disk couldn't detect it. Her strength must be a top-level ghost. It was on the level of an instance boss!

Who was Xiao Li? How could he have such a high-level ghost?

The singer's eyes were staring at the stranger. She smiled and walked out of the painting. The stick person followed her out. The stick person didn't have enough spiritual energy and hid behind the singer. The singer had covered half her face with her sleeve and opened her mouth, but not a single sound came out. She sang silently.