I Have Six Master Balls

Late at night

Drip, drip, drip.

Water kept seeping through the ceiling and dripping onto the pillow.

Li Qing felt a chill and jolted awake. A deathly pale woman's face appeared on the ceiling.

Li Qing lit a cigarette, grabbed the ashtray, and hurled it at her.

“Get on with it already! You've been dripping water for a month and still haven't killed me. Got a procrastination problem?”

At last, the woman's face turned into a ball and fell to the floor.

Two characters were written on it: Master.