She can do whatever she wants with top-notch charm in game of death

Halfway through his words, Wang Bo also burped.

Looking at Zhao Ling with a troubled face, he advised: "Sister Ling, Hao...Brother Hao can't be taken care of by anyone, so you don't have to worry about me."

"I...it's okay, I'll...go back now!"

He spoke intermittently and opened the door unsteadily.

Wang Bo lives on the far right side of the fourth floor, which is at the opposite end of the spectrum from their room.

It was close anyway, so Zhao Ling didn't think too much about it.

Watching Wang Bo go out, she closed the door and moved the quilt to block it.

To prevent ghosts from breaking in in the middle of the night.

After doing this, she went over to help Wu Hao, who was slumped on the chair.

Seeing that Wu Hao's consciousness was very blurred, Zhao Ling sighed and helped Wu Hao to the bedroom. She wiped his face and hands, cleaned up his body, and changed him into fresh clothes.

After doing this, Zhao Ling was exhausted and sweating profusely.

She returned to the living room and began to clear away the leftovers on the table.

The smell of the cold fish meat was mixed with a strong smell of alcohol, which was not pleasant.

However, Zhao Ling was used to cleaning up these things in real life, so she didn't feel too disgusted. She poured the leftovers into the trash can, put the plates one by one into the kitchen, and wiped the table clean.

He took out the broom and swept the bones, flesh and fallen vegetable shreds on the floor into the trash can. Then he took out the mop from the bathroom and started mopping the floor.

She dragged it twice in a row until the smell of alcohol became less intense.

The fog outside was so thick that she didn't dare to open the window, so she could only sprinkle some expired perfume in the room to suppress the disgusting smell.

Then, she went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes, once or twice. After finishing this, it was almost three or four o'clock in the morning. Her tired back ached a little.

Zhao Ling returned to the room without turning on the light for fear of disturbing Wu Hao's rest.

Although their financial situation is better than that of Tong Mu's family, they are just a couple who come out to work, let alone two bedrooms.

In the past few days, she had been sleeping on the floor, while Wu Hao slept on the bed.

At first Wu Hao insisted on letting her sleep on the bed, but how could that be possible?

Wu Hao is their spiritual support, how could she treat him like this?

Zhao Ling took out the quilt and spread it on the floor. Just as she lay down with her tired body, she heard Wu Hao on the bed calling her name in a daze.

"Xiaoling...Xiaoling..."

Zhao Ling quickly got up and sat beside the bed.

"What's wrong, Brother Hao, are you thirsty?"

Drunk people usually wake up with a headache and thirst.

Zhao Ling originally thought of cooking him some hangover soup when he got up tomorrow morning, but she didn't expect Wu Hao to wake up so quickly.

She quickly poured a glass of hot water, supported him and fed it to his mouth.

"Brother Hao, drink water... your head won't hurt after drinking it."

Wu Hao propped himself up and took a sip or two from her hand.

Suddenly there was a loud sound, and all the vomited onto Zhao Ling's body, the bed, and the floor.

Zhao Ling felt waves of pain in her brain.

After Wu Hao finished vomiting, he tilted his head and fell asleep again.

Zhao Ling endured her nausea and went to the bathroom to take off her dirty coat.

The clothes worn underneath were not stained, but there was a strong stench.

She thought about Wu Hao on the bed and worried that he would choke if he vomited while lying flat on his back.

She didn't clean herself up first. She put on her smelly clothes and went to clean up the bedroom.

She threw the quilt cover and sheets into the washing machine.

She took off Wu Hao's clothes and wiped him again.

Then there are the dirty things on the ground...

After finishing everything, it was already dark.

At this time, it was impossible for her to sleep again.

Zhao Ling gathered up the bed quilts on the floor and put them back into the cabinet.

Then he went into the kitchen, cooked some hangover soup and warmed it in a pot.

When daybreak comes, you can send it to Wang Bo to ask him to sober up too.

After all, this is a game full of dangers. It's really not good to be drunk like this.

But Wu Hao was happy, and Zhao Ling could only bear to say nothing.

While she was thinking about this, a frightened scream suddenly came from outside.

Zhao Ling woke up suddenly. She opened the door and went out, and saw a scene she would never forget in her life.

Things have to go back to last night.

When Wang Bo opened the door and came out, the people outside had already dispersed.

They couldn't let others discover their relationship, so they had to secretly connect while everyone was resting.

It was dark in the corridor, and it was impossible to use such good lights in the old tube building.

With so many residents on one floor, there are only a handful of lights in the hallway.

It takes a long time to see the section of road illuminated by the second dim chandelier.

The night wind blew, which made Wang Bo sober up a little.

His legs were a little weak due to the effect of alcohol.

He held on to the wall and walked slowly towards the room where he lived.

The night seems to be extremely dark today, and the fog is getting thicker day by day.

The drunk Wang Bo's intelligence improved a lot. He muttered and walked back step by step.

Before I had taken two steps, a figure suddenly appeared in front of me.

It was a girl in a red dress. She was squatting on the ground, covering her face and crying.

Wang Bo is not a retarded person, not to mention that this is in a game. When such a strange situation occurs, he suddenly wakes up from the alcohol.

The girl was sitting in the middle of the road, and it was even more impossible for him to pass her on both sides. Who knew if she would suddenly turn into a ghost and tear him to pieces.

Wang Bo trembled and took several steps back.

He slapped Zhao Ling's door hard, "Sister Ling, Sister Ling! Open the door quickly!"

After filming for a while, no one paid any attention to him.

Wang Bo slid down the wall and collapsed on the ground.

It's over, he's really done.

He's afraid he's going to die here tonight.

The girl in the middle of the road cried for a while, but when no one paid attention to her, she raised her head, revealing a pale face, looking straight at Wang Bo.

"You...why don't you help me?"

When Wang Bo saw her talking to him suddenly, his scalp tightened.

"Help, help you, I can help you!"

After all, he is a person who has experienced one or two games. He knows that if he answers at this time, he can try his luck and find some way out.

If you don't answer the ghost's question, you may die immediately.

The girl was obviously dissatisfied with his answer. She clenched her fists and slowly stood up from the ground, getting higher and higher, until she floated into the air, looking down at Wang Bo.

"You...you didn't help me! You looked at me being scared and you looked at me being bullied!"

Her sharp voice almost pierced Wang Bo's eardrums.

Wang Bo covered his ears when she yelled.

Those scarlet eyes were so terrifying that Wang Bo couldn't help but look away.

Only then did I see that her feet were exposed without shoes, and they didn't even touch the ground. They were just floating in the air.

This was the first time he was face to face with a ghost at such a close range, and Wang Bo couldn't help but scream too.

"Ah!!! Ah... don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"I'm not refusing to help you, I'm willing to help you!"

Wang Bo shook his head vigorously and was so frightened that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

He cried bitterly and began to repent of all his inappropriate behavior.