In the empty laundry room, there was only the sound of the washing machine running. The intermittent sounds of impact could almost be ignored. If the 'buzz' was blocked, an indistinct murmur could also be heard.
Xiao Li pressed his hand against the washing machine while pondering on a question. Could these clothes still be worn?
He remembered the little ghost's white hand that had grabbed his arm. It was covered in dust and looked like it had been through many kilograms of flours. It was 80% impossible.
...He knew he should've taken out his clothes before giving this little ghost a bath.
There was some heartache.
Xiao Li shuddered and looked out the window. He had set it for a quick wash and it would end in around 20 minutes. Xiao Li didn't intend to leave here. He just supported his chin and waited for time to pass.
20 minutes passed. In the midst of the quiet rain, the noise in the room quickly became calm.
Xiao Li reached out for the lid of the washing machine and saw that in the pile of clothes, the little ghost he impulsively washed was lying inside. There was a freshly washed appearance and some form in his mouth.
Xiao Li looked in and happened to meet the ghost's eye.
The little ghost who had just been spinning around, "......"
It was too sad to live. It would play Chopin in the rain!
Xiao Li wanted to say something but before he could speak, he heard footsteps coming from outside. He paused, immediately pulled out the dried clothes from the little ghost and closed the lid of the washing machine. Then he turned his head to look at Zhen Ziqiang who had entered the laundry room.
Zhen Ziqiang was dressed in a simple t-shirt and black jacket. He was holding clothes in his hands and was followed by Xiao Tu. Xiao Tu wasn't wearing her previous clothes. She had changed into loose pants and was looking up.
Zhen Ziqiang nodded at Xiao Li. Then his gaze moved past the other person's shoulder to the left-most washing machine. He wondered, "Why did I see a face in the middle washing machine that is vomiting bubbles?"
Xiao Li was silent for a moment. "You saw incorrectly."
Zhen Ziqiang: ???
He didn't dare say it but the head looked a bit like a ghost. However, it looked miserable and its mouth was spitting bubbles like a small goldfish...
F*k, it was pretty cute. Zhen Ziqiang was scared by his own brain. He just wanted to open the lid of the washing machine when Xiao Li grabbed his hand. "Don't touch the one in the middle."
"...Why?"
Xiao Li couldn't say there was a freshly washed ghost inside and tried to change the topic. "I'm more curious about why you came here at night."
Zhen Ziqiang's eyes showed a hint of confusion. "It is because Xiao Tu's clothes are dirty."
Xiao Li glanced at Xiao Tu. The little girl was interested in the washing machine in the middle and a hint of fear, hesitation and curiosity appeared on her face.
Xiao Li asked, "Aren't you afraid of encountering ghosts?"
This time, Zhen Ziqiang was silent for a while before replying, "I'm afraid but hasn't the evil spirit's kill quota been used up tonight?"
"Then what about the ghosts that belong to the hotel itself?"
In an instance world, there wouldn't only be one ghost. There were many small ghosts that existed in their own right. In some instances, there were some fierce ghosts that went hand in hand with the boss ghost. A senior reincarnator would never be so lacking in vigilance.
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[BL] I Wasn't Born Lucky (Unlimited Flow)
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