“The sound of a baby crying.”
“How come I can’t hear anything? Young man, don’t speak carelessly. I haven’t noticed anything unusual or if there’s a ghost, yet you seem to know it all.”
Zhao Yi’s tone was quite sarcastic.
Qianshang completely ignored Zhao Yi’s remarks, as if she was merely stating his opinion.
After Zhao Yi finished speaking, none of the other guests said a word.
It was ultimately the director who broke the awkward atmosphere.
“In that case, let’s do this: each day we will select a leader who will rotate in turn.”
“Everyone else must follow the leader’s arrangements for that day.”
“Let’s start with Zhao Yi today.”
No one objected, and the matter was settled.
Zhao Yi stroked his beard and pretended to be profound as he said, “Young folks, I’ll take the lead today. Don’t be so arrogant. Remember, there are always greater people out there.”
“You won’t have to do anything today; just watch and learn how to summon ghosts.”
After saying this, Zhao Yi subtly signalled to the director.
In reality, he had no idea how to summon a ghost; his confidence stemmed from a prior agreement with the director to cooperate with him in the performance.
Zhao Yi took out a pen and a piece of yellow paper.
Suddenly, the yellow paper lifted into the air, and the pen glided over it, revealing golden patterns.
“Ghost, come!”
Zhao Yi shouted, and the yellow paper flew towards the ceiling, scattering across the room.
Suddenly the room went dark.
— “Oh no, could there really be a ghost?”
— “I thought Zhao Yi was a fake master, but it seems he knows a thing or two. Looks like a ghost is really coming.”
— “I’m so excited to see a ghost for the first time.”
— “Quick, look! Is there a shadow behind Zhao Yi?”
— “Yes, yes! I see it! It looks like a male ghost!”
As Zhao Yi began the ghost-summoning act, the number of viewers in the livestream surged, making the director beam with delight.
After a few flickers of the lights, a female ghost dressed in white crawled in through the window.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Yi calmly took out a talisman and scolded the ghost, “Little ghost, meet your end!”
He threw the talisman at the female ghost, and the moment it touched her, she let out a piercing scream that echoed throughout the villa.
Then the ghost crawled out the window and fled.
Zhao Yi immediately chased after her.
Moments later, Zhao Yi returned, sharing a knowing smile with the director.
“I’ve already subdued the female ghost, so you can all rest easy; there’s nothing more to worry about. It’s my fault for capturing him so quickly.”
Although he said this, his tone was brazen, dripping with disdain for the others.
When the female ghost appeared, no one noticed that a vague figure had appeared behind Song Jinshi as well.
The figure was much taller than Song Jinshi, almost enveloping him entirely.
A chilling sensation spread throughout Song Jinshi’s body.
He wanted to call out to the guests, but his voice seemed to vanish.
He couldn’t move at all.
If someone had looked in Song Jinshi’s direction, they would have seen him with his mouth slightly open, tears welling in his eyes—a pitiful sight full of terror.
“Mr. Song?”
“Mr. Song?”
It was only after the director called out to him a couple of times that he snapped back to reality, realizing he had escaped his restraints.
At this moment, others finally noticed Song Jinshi’s condition.
A tuft of hair stood up, and he stared blankly at the people in the villa as if he had been terribly bullied.
“Mr. Song, what happened to you?”
the director asked with concern.
“There’s a ghost, just next to me.”
Habitually, Song Jinshi immediately threw himself into He Zhou’s embrace, no longer acting, truly becoming a beautiful wife who couldn’t be separated from him husband.
He Zhou patted Song Jinshi gently and asked in a low voice, “How did they bully you?”
Song Jinshi, buried in his embrace, murmured, “I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and it touched my waist.”
He didn’t mention how the ghost had toyed with his tongue, feeling that was too strange.
He Zhou’s arm tightened around Song Jinshi.
He then looked up, his expression cold, directed at the production team.
“It seems the guests you invited aren’t very skilled. Not even noticing that a ghost was bullying my wife.”
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