The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 175

After clearing the first floor’s humanoid dogs, Qing Li heard noises from the stairs to the second level.

The stone door, locked with iron chains, slowly opened, and faint light spilled out.

Qing Li, holding her bloody cleaver, stepped up the stairs, leaving behind shocking bloody footprints.

On the second floor, a long corridor lined with beautiful women’s heads hung on the walls. Their eyes were closed, faces expressing various emotions.

Their skulls were opened, filled with corpse oil, with candle flames flickering, casting their expressions in shifting light and shadow.

The old perverts lurking in the live broadcast wailed.

?All these beautiful sisters turned into lamps, damn it, donate ten rockets to the village girl, help me kill that damned Count ??

?If even one of these women’s heads were ugly, I wouldn’t be so heartbroken (crying gif.)?

?A feud over a murdered wife cannot be shared under the same sky, donate a hundred rockets, asking the village girl to avenge my wife?

?Never thought I’d fall in love, only to be separated so soon?

The candlelight flickered without wind, and Qing Li’s shadow trembled.

As she passed the heads, they suddenly opened their eyes, viscous corpse oil slowly dripping from their eye sockets…

And Qing Li’s shadow also began to change subtly.

Qing Li continued forward, cleaver in right hand. The shadow on the wall quietly raised its right hand, the shadow of the cleaver also raised high.

“Swish—”

The cleaver’s shadow suddenly fell towards Qing Li’s neck.

Suddenly, all the candles in the corridor went out, and the shadow was instantly devoured by the darkness, merging into one.

Qing Li shook the wind talisman in her hand. She reached out into the darkness and grabbed a pitch-black ghost creature in her hand.

The ghost struggled violently in Qing Li’s grasp, making jibber-jabber sounds.

Qing Li, who couldn’t understand, frowned: “What bird language is this ghost speaking?”

The system timidly reminded: “Maybe this bird language has a name—English.”

Qing Li: (???)

Qing Li, who hadn’t attended primary school and couldn’t even recognize all the Pinyin, let alone understand English.

Fortunately, she had the system to translate for free.

The pitch-black ghost babbled again.

The system translated: “He’s asking if you speak Japanese.”

Qing Li nodded. Having watched a few anti-Japanese dramas with her master, she indeed knew a few phrases in Japanese.

She then said to the ghost in her hand, with a strong accent: “What are you doing?”

System: …

Live broadcast audience: …

However, while the live broadcast audience was collectively speechless, the ghost in Qing Li’s hand actually understood. He awkwardly said: “I used to be a player.”

Qing Li: “Yo Xi, looks like you’re dead for sure!”

?I seriously suspect this guy learned Japanese from our domestic dramas.?

?Great, he’s ignited my patriotic genes. Can the village girl raise her cleaver and chop at the head of the Japanese ghost??

?Didn’t you hear him say he was a former player? How come I don’t remember him at all??

?The horror live broadcast is global, but rarely do foreigners get chosen. I suspect the horror live broadcast discriminates based on region.?

?This guy was one of the earliest players selected when the horror live broadcast first appeared. He’s been dead for over a decade, so it’s normal you don’t know about him.?

With the system’s translation, Qing Li also learned about the ghost’s identity.

He was one of the earliest players who, after dying in a mission, had his soul trapped in this corridor, unable to leave.

He explained that he hid in Qing Li’s shadow, hoping to use her to escape.

After hearing this, Qing Li patted her chest, indicating that she had it covered.

“Don’t worry, I can not only help you leave here, but also leave this world.”

After translating this sentence into English, Qing Li repeated it following the system.

The ghost suddenly became excited, thanking Qing Li: “Your conscience is very good.”

But the next second, Qing Li slapped a fire talisman on his forehead.

The talisman ignited, and before the ghost could react, his body was instantly burned to ashes.

Looking at the black ashes on the ground, Qing Li said indifferently: “A ghost hiding in my shadow, trying to assassinate me, do you think I would trust you?”

With the ghost resolved, another stone door leading to the third level slowly opened.

Qing Li walked through the stone door, but the scene inside made her pause.

The third level turned out to be a luxuriously decorated bedroom!

A man dressed in lavish clothes was lazily reclining on a sofa, his slender, jade-like hand swaying a wine glass, his lips even redder than the wine in the glass.

The man was extremely handsome, with perfect and exquisite features like a painting. The only flaw was his overly pale skin, resembling a vampire who shunned the sun.

Qing Li felt an unfathomable and terrifying aura from the man. Could he be the master of the manor?

However, the system quickly overturned Qing Li’s guess: “He’s not Mu Wen. I can’t find any identity information on this man. He’s very mysterious, be careful.”

“The banquet starts in an hour. Would you like to do something fun to pass the time with me, beautiful lady?” the man suddenly spoke, his voice seductive and full of temptation, his eyes brimming with interest as he looked at Qing Li.

Yet, Qing Li sneered in disdain, saying contemptuously, “An hour? Is that how short your time is?”

The smile on the man’s face stiffened. Was he being despised?

“If you’re not satisfied, I can delay the banquet for you, until you are completely satisfied with me.” He flashed a charming smile.

He had no interest in Qing Li, but he was very interested in cuckolding Chu Ci.

Qing Li appeared conflicted and asked softly, “Then, do you charge a fee?”

The man’s expression almost cracked again, but he maintained his smile and said, “No charge.”

Hearing this, Qing Li nodded and said, “That’s good. I only love freebies.”

The man: •?•

“Then go undress and take a bath quickly. Let’s make it quick. Oh, and take off all your rings. I don’t want to get scratched,” Qing Li urged.

The live stream audience: ‘(º?º*)

[What kind of shocking words are these? Get scratched where? Ahhh, little village girl, you can’t betray Doctor Chu!]

[What’s wrong with a woman playing with several men? Look at you all making a fuss.]

[If a man throws himself at you, why not take him? He’s not bad-looking. If it were me, I would sleep with him.]

[Men who don’t respect themselves are like spoiled vegetables. Just play with his body, little village girl, but don’t get emotionally involved!]