An ambiguous voice could not help but escape from Song Wenyi's lips.
After taking the red medicine, his injuries were recovering quickly, but Qiao Jinhuan kept restraining his wrists.
"That's enough."
A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head and pushed Qiao Jinhuan away.
"You are cruel to me~"
Qiao Jinhuan looked at Song Wenyi pitifully, making Song Wenyi speechless.
"I have my work to accomplish."
Song Wenyi raised his feet and continued walking towards 406.
After walking two steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Don't come to me again. As for those things you took from me before... you can use them. Not every weird thing is like the one who died of hunger today."
Ghosts are so easy to deal with."
Qiao Jinhuan's eyes narrowed slightly, "You don't want me anymore?"
Song Wenyi glanced at her and said nothing.
He couldn't afford a girlfriend who could lie to him to die.
He thought he had made his words very clear.
But as soon as he turned around, Qiao Jinhuan grabbed his hand from behind and said, "You don't want to listen to my explanation. If I really let you die, why would I go in to save you?"
"No matter what reason you have, I can't accept it."
Song Wenyi lowered his eyes and waved his hand, trying to get rid of Qiao Jinhuan.
In this bizarre world, he only has one life.
Today, Qiao Jinhuan could have designed him to die for an unknown reason. Although he came to save him later, it didn't matter.
The important thing is that there is no guarantee that she will not continue to do this in the future.
He doesn't have resurrection armor.
To die is to die.
So severing this special relationship is the best choice.
"I won't put you in danger."
Qiao Jinhuan whispered.
Song Wenyi did not intend to accept her explanation.
Seeing this, Qiao Jinhuan's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately gave Song Wenyi the ghost-killing knife in his hand.
Anyway, they were all exchanged for cheat money.
What she doesn't lack most now is money.
Song Wenyi couldn't help but be stunned.
Of course he had seen the Ghost Killing Sword in the magic money shop, but the price of this thing was as high as one billion magic money.
After clearing a dungeon with a grade of S, you only get 5,000 treacherous coins.
The Demon Slayer Sword is simply not something that humans can buy.
"Where did you get the trick money?"
Song Wenyi pinched the handle of the ghost-killing knife and looked at Qiao Jinhuan in confusion.
Be reasonable.
She is an E-level player, so she shouldn't have as much tricks as me, right?
Is the Ghost Slaying Sword a prop that was discovered in a low-level dungeon?
Hearing this, Qiao Jinhuan raised his lips and smiled, "Want to know? Once you know the answer, you can only be mine."
Song Wenyi's mouth twitched slightly, "You can take it yourself."
"I don't need it, just take it and I'll feel more at ease."
Song Wenyi stared at the Ghost Killing Sword hesitantly.
Take it?
If I take it, I always feel like I owe a favor to Dafa.
If he didn't take it...he would feel unhappy.
Before he could make a choice, Qiao Jinhuan took out a thick stack of money and gave it to him, then put her arms around his waist and kissed him on the face, "Baby, I have some things to do first. I'll talk to you tonight.
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That stack of hundred-dollar bills looked like there were about sixty or seventy thousand.
After stuffing her things, she took the elevator and walked upstairs.
The "guests" on the fourth floor who were lucky enough to see this scene all looked at Song Wenyi and felt something was wrong.
Well, you're a human bug. You look like a righteous guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes. I didn't expect you to do this kind of thing in private.
Not all of the guests at the Horror Hotel are D-level weirdos like the starving ghost in 403, but there are quite a few who are capable.
This is not the case.
Before Song Wenyi confiscated the money, he saw a charming young woman in a red dress walking over and said, "Young man, do you want to make a date tonight? Room 420, 50,000 a night~"
Song Wenyi:......
He collected the money and said, "Sorry, not interested."
God damn, fifty thousand a night.
If he dares to enter 420 tonight, what awaits him will definitely be exhaustion and death.
Seeing that the young woman in the red dress was still entangled, Song Wenyi raised the ghost-killing knife in her hand.
The smell of the ghost on the knife frightened the young woman in the red dress and immediately took a few steps back. She said angrily and unwillingly: "If you don't want to, just don't want to. Is it necessary to scare people like this?"
What the hell!
Damn it!
So scared!
After the young woman in the red dress walked away, she still looked back at the knife with fear, wondering which rooms this waiter was serving?
The guests in those rooms seemed to be really miserable.
Song Wenyi also put the knife into his personal space and wondered, where did Qiao Jinhuan get the trick?
While he was struggling with the guests in room 406, Qiao Jinhuan had already taken the elevator to the 18th floor.
18, this number is definitely not a good number in human eyes.
But in Wei Wei's eyes, it is an extremely auspicious number.
After going up to the 18th floor, Qiao Jinhuan went straight to the general manager's office in the back.
She didn't even knock on the door, she just walked in.
"who?"
The hotel general manager, who was sitting in the office wearing a black suit and tie, raised his head, saw Qiao Jinhuan and said in surprise, "Human?"
After saying that, he suddenly laughed ferociously and his eyes turned scarlet.
"Bedbug, didn't the manager tell you that you are not allowed to go up to the 18th floor, let alone enter my office?"
The general manager raised his head and licked his lips, "It's been a long time since I've eaten delicious and fresh human flesh..."
"Crack!"
A wad of treacherous money hit the general manager on the head.
The general manager's anger was interrupted midway. When he saw the strange banknotes scattered on the ground, he was obviously stunned.
After another minute, he roared angrily, "Bedbug, you are humiliating me!"
Along with this roar, a blood-red mist floated away from his body, and the strong smell of blood and decay intertwined in the office, making people want to vomit.
"Crack!"
Another wad of treacherous money hit the general manager on the head.
There are about thirty to forty thousand people.
"Bug! I want..."
"Crack!"
A thick stack of about 100,000 tacit notes was thrown at the general manager's head, and his forehead was turned green.
Looking at the densely packed treacherous money scattered around, the general manager's eyes widened.
I wipe it!
Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!
"Sister, hello, if you need anything, just ask me."
The general manager smiled flatteringly and withdrew his murderous aura, "Sister, sit over here. What kind of tea would you like to drink?"
That’s hundreds of thousands of dollars!
Not to mention being hit twice with money, even being hammered half to death by her is a good deal!
His annual salary is only a few hundred thousand yuan. The business of Thriller Hotel has not been very good in recent years, and his salary was cut last year.
This is not the key.
The key is that he is still burdened with mortgage and car loans, and his payments are about to be cut off. Fortunately, this sister is generous.
Otherwise, once the confession is cut off, Ming Xing will come to remind you!
"Stop calling me bug?"
Qiao Jinhuan sat down on the general manager's chair as a matter of course, crossed his legs and shook his head, looking extremely arrogant.