Even though she had become a girl—no, more accurately, a female ghost—Bai Yu remained completely clueless about makeup and styling. In her previous life, she never cared about such things. As long as her hair was short enough to not interfere with combat, any style was acceptable.
The same went for her clothing. She never considered if an outfit looked good, only whether it was practical. That was why she was almost always seen wearing a long leather jacket and boots.
The leather jacket’s main purpose was to conceal hidden weapons. The boots were simpler and more straightforward—they just hurt more when she kicked someone. She had even gone so far as to add steel spikes to the heels.
For her, not knowing how to style her new appearance didn’t matter. But for the other Game Participants, it was far less convenient.
As the saying goes, you can ask these lunatics to kill and commit arson, but asking them to style themselves like a beautiful maiden to seduce the Male Lead? Let’s just say, don’t put them through that. They really can’t do it.
Take Jason, who was impersonating Xia Han, for example. The stuff that guy smeared on his face looked like ghostly talismans.
Thinking of this, Bai Yu couldn’t help but scrutinize her reflection in the mirror.
Her originally disheveled and messy long hair was now neat, clean, smooth, and glossy. Her hair had a slight natural curl, but that didn’t hinder the carefully prepared hairstyle Zhao Mingyue gave her.
The Scorpion Tail Braid Zhao Mingyue had started with was loosened again. That complex style didn’t suit Bai Yu’s face shape. Or rather, it wasn’t the most suitable for her.
So, they started over with simplicity. The hair was parted down the middle and tied back with two red bow ribbons, completing a perfect set of low pigtails. After tidying up the bangs on her forehead, it was flawless. It could be said that Bai Yu’s entire aura had been transformed 180 degrees.
Therefore, the Bai Yu in the mirror was a beautiful maiden with low pigtails. To say she was completely unrelated to the term “Fierce Ghost”? You couldn’t even say she was tangentially related.
Before, with her disheveled hair, pale and bluish skin, black meridian lines like cracks, a blood-stained white dress, and sharp black claws, she at least had some Fierce Ghost vibe. The oppressive feeling was definitely not small.
But now? An enemy’s first reaction upon seeing her would probably be to wonder if some family’s little girl had run out, courting death by playing here.
‘At least, looking like this can lower the enemy’s guard. After all, no enemy’s first thought would be that I pose a threat.’ Left with no other choice, Bai Yu could only console herself inwardly.
Just as Bai Yu thought this, the person in the mirror lowered her eyes. Even though there were no whites of the eyes, the expression was one that could make someone feel she was troubled, subconsciously wanting to help her share the burden.
“Ohohoho, as I thought, a girl really does need to dress up a bit.”
Zhao Mingyue circled Bai Yu, making strange noises.
Her eyes had indeed lit up. Even with mental preparation, seeing the simply made-up Bai Yu in person was somewhat shocking.
No one had ever told her that a Fierce Ghost could have this kind of aesthetic.
“I kind of regret this,” Zhao Mingyue said, leaning on Bai Yu’s shoulder and bringing her face close to Bai Yu’s, looking into the mirror together.
Bai Yu tilted her head slightly as Zhao Mingyue said seriously, “I should have contacted this world earlier, met you sooner, and dressed you up earlier.”
“Sister Bai Yu—ah, no, Little Sister Bai Yu, do you think you look good like this?”
A mischievous grin appeared on her face. She had previously thought Bai Yu was older than her, so she should call her ‘Sister’, but the way Bai Yu looked now was clearly ‘Little Sister’. Such a cute little sister at that.
Generally, Ghostly Monsters have terrifying faces. Bai Yu wasn’t like that. Apart from her skin color and eyes, she was no different from an ordinary person. Her features already made her look young, and with her petite figure, and now this hairstyle, she looked even more childlike. Her apparent age didn’t even look fifteen.
With this appearance, calling her ‘Sister’ felt somewhat inappropriate.
“It’s okay,” Bai Yu spoke, honestly not knowing how to answer.
“Mm-hmm, it’s good if you like it. We can try other hairstyles in the future. Don’t worry, with me here, your hairstyles are covered. And not just hairstyles, clothes too…” Zhao Mingyue suddenly stopped, a thought hitting her.
She could indeed handle the hairstyles, but clothes were a different story.
She was so poor, she couldn’t afford any clothes.
As everyone knows, the cuter the clothes, the more expensive they are.
“Hehehe, ah, well, clothes are out, I can’t afford them. But when it comes to hair, I guarantee your satisfaction!”
Bai Yu said nothing, feeling utterly exhausted. It felt more tiring than a fierce battle with a powerful enemy.
As Zhao Mingyue chattered, she suddenly remembered something. “Wait for me, Miss Rabbit is still in the washing machine.”
It had to be mentioned, while Zhao Mingyue was showering earlier, she also scrubbed the Rabbit Doll a bit and tossed it into the washing machine to spin dry.
She pulled Miss Rabbit out and patted her. The bloodstains had faded considerably, leaving only some faint marks. The grime, however, was completely washed away.
“Um, I washed the Rabbit Doll. I just thought she should be a bit cleaner, so I cleaned off all the lingering filth.” Pinching Miss Rabbit’s ear, she hung the doll on the balcony.
Bai Yu frowned slightly. Zhao Mingyue just kept talking to herself. “Tonight, on the Fifth Floor, it was all thanks to Miss Rabbit giving me courage. I thought I should be a little nicer to her too, give her a bath.”
“Oh, the police are here.”
Zhao Mingyue leaned over to look down. She saw not only the police but also the staggering figure of Lu Liangting.
Lu Liangting had made it out alive, and he had called the police.
At this moment, Lu Liangting sat in a police car, pondering how to answer the police’s questions.
Calling the police was something he often did during quests, because he occasionally encountered some lunatics. They were living people, not Ghosts. The only ones who could deal with them were the police.
Past quests had always been full of surprises but ultimately safe. Yet this time was different.
His cousin, Xia Han, had died in the Corridor.
The cause of death was unknown, but it was certain she had been attacked by something.
He naturally knew it was ninety percent the work of the Ghostly Monsters in this building. His reason for calling the police was to catch that Raincoat Man.
That guy was a madman. He had murdered his wife in this very building.
He had seen all this very clearly in the Female Ghost’s memories.
“Sigh, I just wonder what happened to her.”
A beautiful figure flashed through Lu Liangting’s mind. He felt he must find an opportunity to thank her. If not for her, he didn’t know how many times he would have died. Even if he’d been fine before, he would have certainly died in the Female Ghost’s memories at the end.
“I wonder if I’ll ever have the chance to see her again.”
Lu Liangting muttered to himself. Just then, a slender arm pressed against the police car’s rear window, followed by a soft, feminine voice. “Lu Liangting, there’s something I want to ask for your help with.”
