Actually, I Want to Cooperate with You Too

First floor.

[Ding! Blood Doll's attitude toward you has reached extreme terror; you have gained 100 experience.]

[Ding! Burnt Ghost's attitude toward you has reached a psychologically shadowed level; you have gained 150 experience.]

[Ding! Long-haired Ghost's personality trait [Timid] has successfully been changed by you to [Withdrawn]; you have gained 200 experience.]

[Ding! Your fame in Wandering Soul Lane has increased by 30!]

Lynne: "???"

Holding the electric saw, he turned his head blankly, looking around. Something wasn't right. He just sawed some puppets; why suddenly gain so much experience, and what's with those familiar names? Could they all be in this room?

Lynne swiftly looked around, holding the electric saw, meticulously searching the room, but he didn't find anything else.

"How strange."

Lynne, puzzled, shrugged, then cleaned up the scene. He casually sat back on the chair, even pulled out a small bottle of old wine from his bosom, poured it into a goblet, and started savoring it with his eyes closed.

...

Within the regional channel, the various dark creatures finally, with wide eyes, gradually recovered from the horror they just witnessed.

"I think this guy must have been trained long ago! And seeing the way he sawed people just now, this is definitely the result of being immersed year-round in the presence of his freak teacher!!"

"He doesn't seem afraid at all!"

"Exactly! I think making this guy collapse is definitely not a simple matter!"

The Blood Clad Evil Spirit, with narrowed eyes, said: "So what? No matter what, he is still a frail human after all. If he's not afraid of physical monsters, I don't believe he can similarly be immune to the elusive spirits!"

Swoosh——

She forcefully pulled another tentacle that was hanging down next to her. In the scene, Lynne, who was savoring his wine with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a chill breeze blow past his ear, making him shiver subconsciously. The flames on the two candlesticks on the table also began to flicker abruptly.

Lynne paused. He put down his glass, looking around at the dim surroundings, he wondered: "What's going on now?"

For some reason, the atmosphere around him seemed to have become chilly all of a sudden. At this moment, Lynne caught a movement in his peripheral vision—the eyes of the portrait in a painting hanging on the wall seemed to have moved.

Lynne quickly turned his head in that direction. He crossed his arms and walked up to the painting under the wall, looking up at the blonde, blue-eyed man depicted on it, resembling a human noble.

"So, why is there a painting from the human world here?" Lynne wondered. What he didn't realize was, in the darkness behind him, something was slowly approaching him, step by step. The candlelight flickered. And it was at this moment, slowly, Lynne suddenly felt a coldness on his shoulder, as if something was pressing on it. Almost instinctively, Lynne turned his head to look at his shoulder.

In an instant, eyes met eyes. A face of a female ghost, pale and rotting, bleeding from all facial orifices, was almost at zero distance, looking right into his.

"..."

"..."

The air plunged into an eerily silent ambiance.

In the regional channel, one after another, the dark creatures watching the scene all held their breaths, their eyes wide, staring anxiously at the unfolding tableau.

"Indeed, such an elusive ghost is the most terrifying!"

"If I turned my head and saw this, I'd probably be scared to wet my pants."

"This human's mental fortitude can't possibly be so strong that he isn't afraid of even such a sudden incident!"

Everyone was holding their breath, staring at the scene. In the picture, a few seconds of brief silence. Then they suddenly saw Lynne wink flirtatiously at the ghostly face on his shoulder.

Everyone: "(꒪Д꒪)ノ??"

That ghostly face seemed also to freeze because it could clearly feel that the human in front of it did not seem to show any fear at its appearance.

Lynne closed his eyes, took a breath, and sighed: "Don't bother, are you also one of the extras that lady conjured up to mess with me? Tell her, don't pull off these flashy stunts, I am a guest after all, and doing this to me, your guest, really puts me in a difficult position."

That ghostly face paused for a moment. Then suddenly, its eyes widened, and its mouth opened several meters wide, letting out a horrific, howling scream at Lynne.

Slap——

Lynne delivered a crisp slap to that ghostly face with the back of his hand.

Everyone: "!!!!"

That ghostly face, caught off guard by this sudden slap, quickly recovered its original appearance, with a stunned expression on its face.

Lynne waved his hand, eyes still closed: "Stop screaming!"

Regional channel.

"Wait a minute! Something's off! Something's off! Isn't that supposed to be an elusive ghost? Why could he slap it so crisply? (ΩДΩ)!"

"Can he actually touch even ghosts?!"

"There's a problem! There's a problem!"

In the picture.

After Lynne slapped the ghostly face back to its original form, he kindly stretched out his hand, grabbed the ghostly face's hair, turned around, and his eyes immediately landed on a headless, semi-transparent body a few meters behind him.

Gently, Lynne placed the stunned head back onto the translucent body.

Click, click——

Fixing her in place.

"Don't throw your head around or scare people for no reason. Why not just be a quiet girl? Why mimic others in scaring people?"

Lynne tenderly smoothed the rotten hair on her decaying cheek.

The ghost stared blankly at him and finally couldn't help but ask: "How can you touch me?"

Lynne immediately chuckled and pulled out an empty potion bottle from his pocket, saying: "I'm an alchemist, you know. I deal with spirits all the time. If you don't drink potions that allow you to touch evil spirits regularly, how can you perform surgeries on people?"

The ghost: "(꒪Д꒪)…"

Lynne, oozing charisma, lifted her hand and gentlemanly smiled, "Miss, what's your name? May I get to know you?"

This sudden, charming inquiry immediately rendered the entire regional channel silent. Everyone was staring blankly at the unfolding scene, feeling as if things were taking a weird turn.

Something's off! Really off!

Meanwhile, the female ghost in the picture was momentarily flustered. Recalling her mistress's instructions, she hurriedly distorted her face, trying hard to create a terrifying scene. In an instant, her entire face split right down the middle.

Plop, plop——

Two eyeballs fell from her sockets onto the ground.

"…"

"…"

A brief silence.

Lynne gave no reaction. The female ghost still rigidly maintained her horrifying pose. An overwhelmingly awkward atmosphere spread unrestrainedly.

"Aren't you scared?" She finally managed to ask in a dazed manner. The feeling was akin to a comedian trying hard to tell jokes to please the audience, but the audience remained expressionless, offering no cooperation. It's extremely awkward.

Lynne coughed lightly, patted her shoulder, and said, "This way of scaring has already been used on me by your mistress. Although I'd like to play along, I feel... it won't make you feel any better..."

Ghost: "(꒪Д꒪)…"

Lynne kindly picked up her fallen eyeballs from the ground and pressed them back into her sockets.