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Even after becoming a girl – no, to be precise, a female ghost – Bai Yu remained utterly clueless about dressing up and grooming. In her previous life, she never gave a hoot about such frivolities. Take her hair for instance – as long as it didn’t grow too long to hinder her in battle, any hairstyle would suffice.

The same went for her outfits. She never considered if they flattered her figure, only if they gave her a tactical edge. That’s why she was clad in a long leather coat and boots most of the time.

The coat’s main purpose was concealing weapons, while the boots had a more straightforward function – dealing extra damage when kicking someone. She even went as far as adding steel spikes to the heels for this very reason.

For Bai Yu, not dressing up in her new identity made little difference, but the same couldn’t be said for the other game participants.

As the saying goes, getting these lunatics to kill and commit arson was one thing, but asking them to dress up and seduce the male lead like a beauty… well, best not to expect too much from them. They really weren’t cut out for it.

Take Jason, who had turned into Xia Han, for example. The stuff he smeared on his face looked like occult symbols.

This train of thought led Bai Yu to scrutinize herself in the mirror.

Her previously messy, unkempt long hair had been neatly trimmed and styled, looking clean, silky and smooth. Despite the slight natural curl, it didn’t detract from the meticulous hairstyle Zhao Mingyue had prepared for her.

The scorpion braid Zhao Mingyue initially made for her had come undone. That kind of intricate hairstyle didn’t suit Bai Yu’s face shape, or rather, it wasn’t the most flattering choice.

So she opted for a simple look instead. Parting her hair down the middle, she tied it into two low twintails with a pair of red butterfly bows. After tidying up her bangs, Bai Yu’s aura had undergone a complete transformation.

Thus, the girl Bai Yu saw in the mirror was a cute beauty with low twintails. It was hard to associate the words “fierce” and “ghost” with her current appearance.

Before, with her disheveled hair, deathly pale blue-tinged skin, black vein-like cracks, bloodstained white dress, and black claws, she definitely gave off an intensely ghostly and fierce vibe no matter how you sliced it. Her oppressive aura was considerable.

But look at her now. An enemy’s first reaction upon seeing her would probably be wondering if some clueless little girl had wandered out to play.

‘At the very least, this look should lower the enemy’s guard. After all, no one would think I could pose a threat at first glance,’ she mused, trying to console herself.

As Bai Yu was thinking this, the girl in the mirror lowered her gaze. Even without visible eye whites, her expression still conveyed a sense of hidden worries, subconsciously making others want to share her burdens.

“Oh my, oh my! As expected, girls really do need to dress up!”

Zhao Mingyue circled around Bai Yu, making strange noises.

She was indeed dazzled. Despite being mentally prepared, she was still somewhat shocked upon seeing Bai Yu after a simple makeover.

No one had told her before that a fierce ghost could have this kind of style.

“I’m feeling a bit regretful now.” Supporting Bai Yu’s shoulders, Zhao Mingyue brought her face close to Bai Yu’s as they gazed at the mirror together.

Bai Yu tilted her head slightly, listening to Zhao Mingyue’s solemn words, “I should have gotten involved in this world sooner, met you earlier, and dolled you up long before now.”

“Sister Bai Yu – ah, no, Little Sister Bai Yu – what do you think? Do you like how you look?”

With a playful smirk, Zhao Mingyue had previously thought Bai Yu was older than her and should be called ‘sister’, but Bai Yu now looked every bit the cute younger sister.

Most ghosts have terrifying faces, but not Bai Yu. Apart from her skin tone and eyes, she looked no different from an ordinary person. She already appeared youthful, and with her petite figure and current hairstyle, she seemed even younger, looking no more than fifteen.

Calling her ‘sister’ felt somewhat inappropriate given her current appearance.

“It’s fine,” Bai Yu replied, at a loss for a better response.

“Mm-hmm, as long as you’re happy with it! We can try other hairstyles in the future. Don’t you worry, with me here, I’ve got your hairstyles covered! And not just hairstyles, but clothes…” Zhao Mingyue suddenly choked mid-sentence as a problem dawned on her.

She could indeed handle the hairstyles, but not the clothes.

She was so dirt-poor she couldn’t afford to buy any outfits.

As everyone knows, the cuter the clothes, the heftier the price tag.

“Hehehe, well, never mind the clothes. I can’t afford them, but I guarantee you’ll be satisfied when it comes to hair!”

Bai Yu remained silent, feeling utterly drained. This was more exhausting than a fierce battle against a formidable foe.

Zhao Mingyue was chattering away when she suddenly remembered something. “Oh, right! Miss Rabbit is still in the washing machine.”

The thing is, while Zhao Mingyue was taking a bath earlier, she had also given the rabbit doll a good scrubbing before tossing it into the washing machine to spin dry.

Fishing Miss Rabbit out and patting it down, the bloodstains had faded significantly, leaving only some faint marks, but the grime had been washed away.

“Well, I gave the rabbit doll a wash. I figured she should be cleaner with all the residual dirt removed.” Zhao Mingyue hung Miss Rabbit on the balcony by the ears.

Bai Yu’s brows furrowed slightly as Zhao Mingyue prattled on, “Tonight, on the fifth floor, it was all thanks to the courage Miss Rabbit gave me. I thought I should treat her a bit better and help her freshen up.”

“Oh, the police are here!”

Zhao Mingyue leaned over to peer down, spotting not only the police but also Lu Liangting’s staggering figure.

Lu Liangting had made it out alive and called the cops.

·

At this moment, Lu Liangting was sitting in the police car, mulling over how to answer the officers’ questions.

Calling the police was something he often did during missions, as he would sometimes encounter lunatics. They were living people, not ghosts, and only the police could restrain them.

His previous missions had always been thrilling yet safe, but this time was different.

His cousin Xia Han had died in the stairwell.

The cause of death was unknown, but it could be confirmed that she was definitely attacked by something.

He naturally knew it was most likely the handiwork of the ghosts in this building, and his reason for calling the police was to catch the man in the raincoat.

That guy was a madman who had killed his own wife in this very building.

Lu Liangting had seen all of this crystal-clear in the female ghost’s memories.

“Sigh, I just don’t know how she’s doing.”

A beautiful figure flashed through his mind. Lu Liangting felt he must thank her if given the chance. Without her, he wouldn’t know how many times he would have died. Even if nothing went wrong earlier, he would have definitely perished in the female ghost’s memories in the end.

“I wonder if I’ll ever get to see her again,” Lu Liangting murmured to himself.

Just then, a slender arm, pale as a lotus root, rested on the police car’s back window, followed by a gentle, feminine voice,

“Lu Liangting, I need your help with something.”