"Mrs. Landlord, why is this apartment the cheapest in your single apartment?”
Wang Ping curiously asked the landlady who opened the door for him.
Ping Wang, who graduated from a third-rate university, had just found a job. He didn't have much money on him and was worried about finding a cheap apartment.
He didn't expect to find such a cheap apartment, and the decoration was very good.
When he came, Ping Wang found that this apartment was very big. The price of each apartment was the same. Only the 201 apartment he rented was extremely cheap. It cost 500 yuan a month and was fully equipped.
The landlady hesitated for a moment. In the end, she was worried that something would happen to Ping Wang and told the truth.
"A female university student died in Room 201, so it's very cheap. If you don't want to rent it, I don't mind. I'll refund the rent for you now.”
Wang Ping thought to himself that as expected, usually, when houses were cheap, there would be problems if someone died.
"No need. I'll rent this room. There are no ghosts in this world.”
He didn't check out of the house. He received education in a small school about a rich country, a democratic country, and science. Ping Wang believed that there were no ghosts in the world.
After packing for the whole day, Ping Wang took a bath and went to bed early.
Drip! Drip!
As it was midnight, the electronic clock beside the bed jumped to 12 o'clock at night.
Wang Ping, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and scratched his head. His face was sleepy.
"Damned mosquitoes."
Wang Ping complained as he grabbed his bitten thigh.
It was midnight. Because the lights were off at night, the room was dark. Ping Wang didn't realize that there was a big bloody handprint on his leg where he scratched.
After waking up in the middle of the night, everyone liked to go to the toilet.
Ping Wang got up and went to the bathroom to pee. The moment he turned around, the water in the toilet bubbled.
"Hmm? Is the toilet broken?"
Looking at the bubble in the toilet bowl, the sleepy Wang Ping didn't care too much.
Hualala.
The sound of the tap sounded. Ping Wang turned on the tap and prepared to wash his hands and sleep.
This time, Wang Ping was stunned. He stared at the water from the tap and stood rooted to the ground.
The water flowing out of the faucet was scarlet red and smelled of blood.
Wang Ping was sure.
This was blood!
At this moment.
Wang Ping, who was looking down at the tap, suddenly looked up at the mirror in front of him.
In the mirror, other than Wang Ping's appearance, a shadow appeared behind him.
The shadow slowly stretched out his hand, aiming for Wang Ping's neck…
He looked at the shadow and then at the blood.
Wang Ping didn't scream or panic.
As if he had not seen the ghost or the blood, he picked up the blood from the tap and wiped it on his face.
Wang Ping, whose face was covered in blood, grinned at himself in the mirror. It was extremely scary.
he said as he touched the blood on his face.
"My face is so tender that it's bleeding.”
As he spoke, the shadow stretched out his hand to pinch Wang Ping's ghost hand, but he was slightly stunned.
"Ding! The apartment ghost was struck by lightning, attribute point 1."
" Human Ghost System activated!"
A cold voice sounded in his mind. Wang Ping was stunned.
What the hell? Condominium ghost's confused mood? Attribute points?
Wang Ping muttered in his heart after being absent-minded for a moment.
"This dream is so real. Even the system came out.”
Just like that! Wang Ping treated everything that was happening as if he was dreaming.
Especially when the system sounded, he was even more convinced that he was dreaming.
Thinking of this, Wang Ping snickered. He suddenly turned around and looked at Gui Ying.
Gui Ying took a step back, seemingly stunned by Wang Ping's actions.
"Ding! The apartment ghost was stunned. Attribute point 1."
The system's voice sounded in his mind again.
Wang Ping grinned at Gui Ying.
Phantom subconsciously retreated.
"Ding! The apartment ghost was frightened, attribute point 1."
That's right, Gui Ying was shocked by Wang Ping's actions.
At midnight, a young man in a nightgown with blood all over his face grinned at you and laughed. Aren't you afraid?
The ghost was shocked. Why was this human in front of him even scarier than him? Was he a ghost or was he a ghost?
At the same time, Phantom was shocked. Why wasn't the human in front of him afraid of him?
Wang Ping, who thought he was dreaming, became even more convinced and delighted when he saw the ghostly figure retreat.
He suddenly stretched out his bloody hand and patted Phantom's shoulder.
"You came out to scare people so late at night. It's been hard on you.”
After he finished speaking, he ignored the voice in his mind and Gui Ying's dumbfounded expression. Ping Wang walked back to his bedroom and fell asleep.
"Ding! The ghost is extremely confused, attribute point 1."
Gui Ying's hair was disheveled as he watched Wang Ping return to his bedroom and silently disappear into the mirror…
Ping Wang was fast asleep, but the apartment's landlady didn't sleep well the entire night. She was afraid that something would happen to Ping Wang.
This was because every tenant who stayed in Room 201 would check out of the room in horror the next day.
Early in the morning, the landlady quickly got up and knocked on Wang Ping's door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me. I'm the landlady."
"So it's Mrs. Landlord. Why are you looking for me so early?”
Accompanied by Wang Ping's voice, the door opened!
"Ah!"
The landlady screamed. She looked at Fang Ping in front of her and fell to the ground in fear.
The sharp, high-decibel sound startled Fang Ping. Even the surrounding doors opened, and someone ran out.
"What happened?"
" What's wrong?!"
When the tenants ran out one by one, they looked at the landlady sitting on the ground and then at Wang Ping.
"Ghost!"
" Ambulance! Call an ambulance!"
Without exception, everyone cried out in fear.
Ping Wang was dumbfounded. What was wrong with these people? Did he look so scary?
" Blood... Ping Wang, what happened to your face..." The landlady pointed at Ping Wang's face with a trembling voice. Her voice was filled with self-blame.
Wang Ping was stunned. He touched his face and suddenly realized that there was a coagulated blood clot on it.
In the next moment, Wang Ping understood what was going on. His pupils constricted as he muttered in shock.
" Weren't I dreaming yesterday?!"
Looking at the blood clot on his hand and the blood stains on his robe, Wang Ping understood that what happened yesterday wasn't a dream. It was real.
There was a ghost!
And that system was real!
……
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