"You..." Shen Yan was somewhat dumbfounded.
"Are you implying women can only be pretty vases? I hate guys like you the most, always bringing gender into everything! You all think I'm easy to bully, right? And that guy surnamed Fang, so what if I deliberately provoked him into going? He deserved it!" Zhao Manqi's pent-up emotions over the past days suddenly erupted.
Before her phone broke, she had been besieged by netizens, almost completely isolated. Then she was fired by her company. Later, even going out to buy groceries, she was recognized and teased. Although she knew she wasn't some radical feminist, after all this, she felt everything was Fang Zhiyi's fault! That man actually accused her of pestering him!
Shen Yan's expression turned ugly. First, he was stunned by the scolding, then he realized one thing: the origin of all this was the woman before him! If she hadn't gotten that guy into his school, he wouldn't have ended up a wandering ghost!
After her outburst, Zhao Manqi calmed down a bit and finally remembered that the being in front of her was a ghost.
Seeing Shen Yan's grim expression,
she backed down: "Sorry, I wasn't talking about you... I, I've been getting so much hate, I just couldn't hold it in anymore..."
Shen Yan caught sight of Zhao Manqi's notes out of the corner of his eye and could only suppress his anger: "It's fine. They actually dared to curse at you? They really deserve to die."
Zhao Manqi's eyes lit up. She hadn't expected to hear someone side with her for the first time, even if it was a ghost.
"You think so too?" She was pleased, but soon her mood dipped again. "But I don't know what to do now. I'm even afraid to leave the house."
Shen Yan looked at her: "Your current direction of study is correct. You should continue."
Zhao Manqi smiled bitterly: "I want to, but I'm human. I need to eat and drink, right? Can you conjure up money?" She sounded somewhat hopeful.
Shen Yan just thought she was a bit foolish, but his face remained gentle: "I don't have that ability, but you could..." He thought for a moment. "How about starting a livestream?"
Zhao Manqi shook her head repeatedly: "My phone is broken. And, they're all attacking me now. If I go live, wouldn't I be worse off? Besides, I don't have anything to stream."
Shen Yan persuaded her: "You could stream séances."
Zhao Manqi looked at him, puzzled.
Shen Yan had already figured it out: "You livestream conducting séances, showcase your abilities. I'll help you."
"But those people cursing me..."
Shen Yan answered word by word: "I will handle them for you."
Zhao Manqi's eyes gradually brightened.
Seeing her dazed look, Shen Yan remembered that terrifying figure again, the fear that made his very soul tremble. This feeling filled him with shame.
It's fine. This girl has decent talent. As long as I attach myself to her and slowly absorb the yin energy of other ghosts, I can grow stronger... When the time comes, teaming up with this girl to eliminate Fang Zhiyi might not be impossible!
But when Zhao Manqi started her livestream, Shen Yan was taken aback.
She really wasn't lying. So many people were cursing her? How many would he have to kill?
Shen Yan wasn't stupid. If he killed on a large scale, it would inevitably attract more powerful spiritualists, not to mention the ghost guards from the other world.
He stared at the screen, troubled.
Maybe just forget it? So what if I got scared off? It's not like I can't accept it...
Shen Yan was no fool; even as a ghost, he remained clever.
But just as he slipped out of the building, he was suddenly dragged back to Zhao Manqi's side by a powerful force in an instant.
Zhao Manqi and he stared at each other, wide-eyed.
"What did you do?"
"Where did you go?"
The human and the ghost asked simultaneously.
"Too many people were cursing. I couldn't out-curse them so I ended the stream. I happened to see the talisman that summoned you yesterday and started studying it."
Shen Yan looked down at the talisman. He couldn't understand it either, but the next moment he saw the blood on it.
"What is this???"
Zhao Manqi sounded a bit aggrieved: "I was so angry earlier, I smashed a cup and accidentally cut my hand."
Shen Yan felt a sense of helplessness, especially when he tried to slip away again and was quickly dragged back. He understood: Zhao Manqi's accidentally spilled blood seemed to have formed some kind of bond with him.
Bearing it again and again, Shen Yan finally quelled the fury in his heart.
"This crazy woman! She even dares to send me a private message? Is she worthy?" Zhao Manqi muttered, picking up her phone and starting to tap the screen.
Watching her, Shen Yan began to understand. This woman was no feminist; she was the type who lashed out at anyone who crossed her. Shen Yan's eyes were full of disdain.
"Hey, you said you'd help me deal with things. Can you deal with her?" Zhao Manqi tossed her phone in front of Shen Yan.
Shen Yan looked down.
Little Peach Doesn't Eat Sugar: "I think everyone just wants a sincere apology from you. You don't need to be so agitated. Anchor Fang's death really is related to you."
Looking at Zhao Manqi's reply, Shen Yan was shocked. The astonishing vocabulary was enough to fill a whole book of profanity.
As mentioned before, Shen Yan wasn't dumb. He had killed over twenty people in his lifetime, and he spent a full three months planning that murder spree.
"I can help you, but you have to promise to listen to me from now on."
Zhao Manqi hesitantly agreed. She could feel Shen Yan's oppressive aura. This wasn't through a screen; if she really angered Shen Yan, she would surely suffer.
So Zhao Manqi began her livestreams. She forced herself not to read the comments, only explaining some key points and tricks of spiritual communication in front of the camera. When she encountered something she didn't understand, Shen Yan would quietly tell her.
Zhao Manqi hadn't expected that, even while being cursed at, she would receive some gifts. For her, on the brink of running out of resources, this was a godsend!
Zhao Manqi experienced the joy of being a streamer for the first time. After ending her stream, she began to diligently study those materials. With Shen Yan by her side now, she could ask questions anytime she didn't understand, and her comprehension of spiritual communication progressed rapidly.
Shen Yan, however, understood one principle clearly.
"Infamy is still fame."
Zhao Manqi's goal was to make money, and that wasn't difficult.
Thus, the two protagonists began to advance the plot in a strange way.
"I've finished studying. You said you'd help me vent my anger!" Many days later, Zhao Manqi ended her stream. The situation had improved somewhat; the ratio of people cursing her and people watching her was about half and half, but she still remembered that whole affair.
Shen Yan's eyes turned icy: "Fine."
But halfway through flying off, Shen Yan was dragged back to Zhao Manqi's side again.
Zhao Manqi stared at him. He stared at Zhao Manqi.
"You have to come with me."
"Huh?"
Shen Yan really wanted to slap her, but he held back.
Little Peach Doesn't Eat Sugar was also a small-time blogger. She didn't livestream but usually posted videos about planting flowers and vegetables. With just a simple analysis, Shen Yan figured out her address.
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