"Help me blow into my mouth and blow my head up.”
Mr. Mediterranean put his palms together and begged.
"Who asked you to be so careless? What a weirdo. You're the first ghost to flatten your own head.”
I leaned over like a woman who was going through menopause and stared at his dark red lips for a while. I turned sideways and blew into his ears.
"Huff huff…"
It was useless.
"You used too little strength." The middle-aged man complained," It's only gotten up a little, and it's wilting again."”
I took a deep breath and puffed up my cheeks, then…
"Pfft…"
With a loud bang, an unknown gas gushed out of my body like a river.
Mr. Mediterranean immediately lowered his flat head and distanced himself from me by ten meters.
My face turned into a ripe apple, and I instantly flew into a rage out of humiliation.
"Your sister, that's called exaggeration. Silently plotting is called plotting!”
Mr. Mediterranean still did not come over.
My face turned even darker and I turned to leave.
"Hey, girl, can't you blow on my hair for me before you leave?”
"I'm not free!"
I roared angrily.
I'm so angry. You clearly know that girls are all desperate for face, but you still went so far away. Where is my face?
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I looked around and saw a feather duster on the overgrown tombstone. It was probably forgotten by the cleaning lady when she was cleaning. But no matter what, it was a good weapon to beat people or ghosts.
Mr. Mediterranean's expression changed when he saw the thing in my hand. However, because his face was flat now, I couldn't tell if it had changed or not. However, judging from his running speed, this thing was indeed a must-have item for parents.
"Uncle, where are you going?”I smiled gently.
Now, the plot has been completely twisted. I'm the strong one here.
However, I was very curious. What was so powerful about this thing that it could actually make this ghost that jumped up to three feet high escape so quickly?
Could it be that his father always hit him with a feather duster during his family training, so it formed a conditioned reflex?
I looked at him sympathetically, and he also looked at my feather duster from afar with a look of taboo.
"This is the magic tool you were looking for, miss.”Mr. Mediterranean waved his paws and screamed.
Magic tool?
I placed the feather duster in front of me and stared at it.
It wasn't long, about the length of my arm. The feathers were quite soft to the touch. It could be seen that this chicken was a beautiful chicken when it was alive. Because it had been used for a long time, it was missing a few feathers, but it didn't affect its overall appearance.
However, why was a feather duster used to clean the dust a legendary magical weapon?
Please don't tell me that this is my weapon.
If I were to fight against ghosts, would I say,""Mr. Ghost, there's dust on your clothes. Is it convenient for me to clean it for you?”Then, he unexpectedly pulled out a rope and strangled its neck. This matter was over.
This old fart Tang Chao, he didn't even know that he had to give the beginner level items that he had given out in the beginning to be more gorgeous. That way, he would be able to gain some face.
I lowered my head and muttered.
"That…girl!" The middle-aged man spoke again," I helped you obtain this magic tool.”
He shook his Mediterranean hairstyle as if he was presenting a treasure.
I pointed the feather duster at him and narrowed my eyes sinisterly.
"You, what do you want? I…don't, I didn't want to. It's a girl who came with you. She said that you could help me reincarnate, but she only scared you to test you. I didn't expect your reaction to be so slow, it's really beyond my imagination…"
His reaction was too slow…
Even a ghost could easily tell that my reaction was slow. Why did I only realize it now?
The black lines on my face became even denser.
The girl who came with me?
Was it Yao Yao?
Who was she to be able to communicate with ghosts?
I held my chin and began to think about this serious question.
" Uh…" Mr. Mediterranean interrupted my thoughts.
I glared at him.”Because of what happened just now, I decided to give up on my last sentence.
"You will help me, right?"
"Help with what?"
"I don't know how I died, do you?”Mr. Mediterranean put his flat head together with his hands in distress, looking like he was trying hard to think.
"How else can I die? Once I close my eyes and my soul comes out, won't I die?”
"No, no. The underground said that the cause of my death was unknown, so they didn't let me cross the Bridge of Helplessness. So I could only wait here for the fated person.”
His beady eyes blinked mesmerizingly on purpose, almost causing me to lose my dinner from last night.
Was this called flirting?
The corners of my mouth twitched.
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