Chapter 2
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Shen Dongqing greeted the local resident in a serious manner.
However, this resident seemed to be a bit shy. When Shen Dongqing shook his hand, his pale face turned purple, and his eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets.
Shen Dongqing quickly let go of his hand. "I'm sorry …"
He had just turned into a human, so he couldn't control his power as a ghost, so he didn't know how to control his strength.
As soon as the picture frame ghost broke free, he ran back into the black and white portrait.
Shen Dongqing rubbed his hands regretfully.
He had been a human for thousands of years. After so long, he was still not used to being a human again. He didn't know what a normal person should be like, so he could only imitate the words and actions of the people he met.
Therefore, he lay on the bed and raised his phone.
According to the female high school student, there was no signal here, so he couldn't play many games.
Shen Dongqing looked around and finally found a game that he could play — Little Crocodile Loves to Bathe. When he was a ghost, he was always jealous of other people playing games. Unfortunately, there was no one to burn offerings for him, and he couldn't touch electronic devices, so he could only watch. Now, he finally had a chance to play. He lay on the bed and played for half the night.
Because he was so engrossed in the game, he ignored the knocking outside the window and the woman's scream from upstairs.
The man in the black and white portrait listened to the cheerful music and stared at the young man on the bed.
What's going on? He's playing?
Can't you give me some face?
The picture frame ghost felt that he was being ignored, and he was inexplicably unhappy. He had to give this person a good scare. According to the rules, as long as he screamed, he could kill him at will.
Under the flickering light, the black and white portrait in the frame was shifted to another position without anyone touching it. It faced the headboard, and it made the portrait look even paler. His lips were elongated to the bottom of his ears, and his eyes were covered in blood. It was a very strange sight.
If a timid person saw this scene, they would probably be scared to the point of losing their voice on the spot.
However …
Shen Dongqing's attention was focused on the phone screen, and he didn't even raise his head.
The picture frame ghost was tired from maintaining this posture. Just as he was about to take a break, he saw Shen Dongqing finally move. It hurriedly prepared itself and put on an even more horrifying and twisted expression.
Shen Dongqing happened to be facing the black and white portrait on the wall.
There was a hint of pride on the black and white portrait: Scared now?
Shen Dongqing looked at the portrait's expression and smiled at it, saying, "Good night."
Then, he put down the dead phone and turned off the lights.
In the darkness, the black-and-white portrait had a dull expression.
What, what was going on? Why couldn't it scare anyone? Could it be that it was not proficient enough in its business?
The black and white portrait fell into deep doubt — it was not worth living as a ghost.
Shen Dongqing slept soundly.
It wasn't until the sound of firecrackers outside the window that he woke up.
He opened his eyes in a daze, and before he was fully awake, he was faced with a ghostly face.
The black and white portrait made a face of a tragic death. 'You're going to be shocked now, right?' It had thought about this for a whole night.
Before Shen Dongqing could react, his body moved first. He raised his hand and punched at it.
Seeing the incoming fist, the black and white portrait smiled proudly.
Idiot, how could a person meet a ghost …
The fist fell.
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