Chapter 8, Impropriety

I quietly walked up behind the bald man and tapped him on the shoulder

I see, then congratulations to you. I said with a smile, while feeling a sense of relief in my heart, as this matter has finally come to a conclusion.

Going to the hospital for an examination, my health is good, and even the genital warts have inexplicably disappeared

However, I did not seek trouble with the bald man; rather, he took the initiative to approach me

I let out a cold laugh, picked up the round stool beside me, and was about to swing it at his head when Lin Jie stopped me, shaking her head and saying, "Forget it"

I said to the flight attendant: "This is a normal phenomenon; it indicates that the deity of slaughter within you has sensed your sincerity and is about to emerge to accept the offerings."

A bald man lying on the bed with his upper body exposed was leering at Sister Lin with a lewd expression, saying with a smirk: "Beauty, it's just a touch of the hand, why be so stingy?"

I know that it is the soul of the pig-killing god that is influencing her

Answering him is like delivering a powerful punch from me

The next day upon waking, the flight attendant joyfully discovered that the wounds on her body, the knife marks, and those red bumps had all miraculously disappeared

"Go ahead." I scoffed, striding in boldly.

I furrowed my brows, truly unwilling to let him off the hook so easily, but a light remark from Sister Lin dispelled my thoughts of taking action.

This matter has made me very angry

Sister Lin is my untouchable taboo. If it weren't for her intervention today, combined with the "special" nature of the massage room, given my bad temper, that bald man would not have been able to leave unscathed.

"If you dare to come again, I will break your legs." I pointed at him and said coldly with a threat

A few days later, while I was strolling down the street, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the side and surrounded me, insisting that I go to a nearby alley to "have a talk"

She said: "The massage room has a spirit, it must not be dirty"

Suddenly, a piercing scream from Sister Lin echoed through the massage room

I immediately understood, lifting the bald head as if picking up a chick, and threw it out the door

I asked her what was going on

She said in a text message: "Since that time, her personality seems to have changed; she has become somewhat irritable, sometimes arguing with her boyfriend and family. She also enjoys drinking, her appetite has increased significantly, and she particularly loves eating pork, and her eating manner is quite unappealing"

Only Lin Jie was seen standing by the bed, her face filled with anger

However ... ...

"Get lost," Lin said coldly, "You are not welcome here"

"Will anything go wrong?" the flight attendant asked with concern

Her skin has once again become as fair and radiant as before, full of elasticity

The time was set back to the month following the conclusion of the flight attendant incident. That day, I was cleaning the store while Sister Lin was giving a massage to a customer in the massage room

After that, I never saw the flight attendant again, but I occasionally still received her text messages

With this punch, the bald man's nose cracked with a "ka-cha" sound, shattering like a mudfish, collapsing to the ground, covering his nose, and wailing in agony

She was filled with joy on the phone, expressing her heartfelt gratitude to me, saying that the ghost of that male passenger had finally disappeared

I saw the bald man standing prominently among the crowd

Three days later, I received another call from the flight attendant

I was taken aback and hurried over

What do you want? The bald man glared at me fiercely

At the very least, compared to those unfortunate customers behind, the flight attendants are considered to be among the very fortunate.

I said that as long as you follow the normal procedures, there will definitely be no problems. Moreover, although the Pig Killing God has a bit of a temper, he does not belong to the category of evil gods and still has his limits.

The flight attendant said: "Last night, those two shadows fought again, but this time the butcher god's knife did not 'accidentally injure' her; almost every strike hit the ghost of the male passenger. After a scuffle, the butcher god severed the male passenger's head with a single blow, licked the bloodied blade a couple of times, and then vanished."

The bald man stood up from the bed and said with a strange smile, "How did you roll over, rolling into your own bed?"

Dealing with ghosts, it is impossible for anything to achieve perfection in both aspects. Given this outcome, the flight attendant should be content.

After all, I have been working in a massage parlor for such a long time, giving massages to people every day; my strength is not something an average person can compare to

Sister Lin's face was as cold as ice, and a glimmer of cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes