At the same time, a strange noise came from the last stall in the restroom.
The small-time streamer was startled, then realized it was probably another companion hiding there as well.
"Stop pushing me!"
"I was here first!"
"Get lost! Tell me, why is it that in all those ghost stories, there's always a ghost hanging out in the toilet?"
Several ghosts of various appearances were crammed into the tiny stall.
"This is absolute crap, he's actually saying there's a ghost hiding in the latrine pit!" one ghost shouted. "I quit! Whoever wants this job can have it!"
"Ahem, I'm old. I'll leave this opportunity to you young ghosts," an ancient-costumed ghost coughed twice.
Finally, only one ghost with a sickly greenish complexion remained in the stall. It stared at the latrine pit for a long time, utterly lacking the courage to crawl in. Just then, the stall door was pushed open, and the small-time streamer from earlier stood at the entrance.
"I'll join you... it's a bit scary being alone..." the streamer said, his words trailing off as his hand froze mid-air, his eyes widening with infinite terror.
Chen Dong walked in, still interacting with his live stream audience. "See how brave I am? You say 'toilet,' I dare to come to the toilet."
He pushed open each stall door one by one but found no one. When he reached the last stall, he deliberately teased his audience with suspense before finally flinging it open—it was empty.
Chen Dong felt a bit annoyed. "Looks like they're hiding pretty well. No one in the restroom after all."
He turned his attention back to interacting with the live chat.
"Where to next? The teachers' office, of course. Speaking of the office, let me tell you another story. Once, there was a security guard..."
There was someone hiding in the office too. A girl hugged her knees under a dusty desk, nervously looking up from time to time to check her surroundings. She wondered how much money she'd get for participating tonight—just enough for rent would be good.
As the girl was thinking this, she noticed something flicker past the top of her vision. Startled, she slowly looked up.
The "person" rotating with the ceiling fan had just stopped and looked down, meeting her gaze.
The girl's face instantly turned deathly pale. Just as she was about to scream, she felt a hand clamp over her mouth.
Chen Dong didn't find anyone in the office either, but he wasn't worried. Watching the active viewers and the constant stream of gifts, he mentally calculated today's earnings.
"Alright, next up, a story about the lecture hall..."
Every time he told a story, some unlucky person would encounter a ghost.
Chen Dong kept talking until his mouth was dry and his throat parched. He couldn't help but feel puzzled—where had all these people hidden? He regretted leaving his assistant outside to watch the car. Having someone to hand him water would have been nice, wouldn't it?
Muttering to himself, he gradually walked out onto the sports field.
A cold wind blew, making Chen Dong shiver and clearing his head a little. No, he needed to find his assistant. But soon, something strange happened. He walked towards the school gate, which seemed not far away, yet no matter how long he walked, he couldn't reach it.
"Strange... You guys say walk back? Pfft, you think I'm scared?" Chen Dong looked back. "This little place? I've got it under control."
"Hey, do you think the streamer actually ran into something supernatural?" someone in the live stream commented.
"Right? He's been talking to the camera by himself from the start, saying all these weird things. It's creepy."
"I've been spamming the chat for ages, and he hasn't acknowledged me once."
"And that person in the restroom—he clearly saw them but said no one was there?"
"The streamer is obviously faking it."
"That girl in the office was standing right on the desk, and he insisted he didn't see her."
"What if he really is haunted?"
"No way."
"Probably desperate for money. Didn't you hear him thanking that 'big brother' for the rocket gift earlier? What 'big brother' would send such an expensive gift?"
"Whoa, he's been walking for a long time, right? Why does he still seem to be in the same spot?"
Finally, everyone noticed something was wrong.
Chen Dong was also getting confused. He picked up his phone, looking around. "Brothers, I think... I might be lost?"
"Someone's there!" a sharp-eyed viewer spotted it.
A slender figure walked in from the school gate. As she got closer, the audience could see it was a beautiful woman, dressed smartly with a high ponytail and a serious expression.
But Chen Dong acted as if he didn't see her. "Brothers, I've decided to rest for a bit before moving on."
Next, all the viewers watched as the girl brought her hands together, fingers pointing upwards, then tapped towards Chen Dong's face.
A sharp cry of pain made every viewer's heart clench.
Then came Chen Dong's startled voice. "Who the hell are you? Where did you come from?!"
The girl frowned. "As I thought, someone came looking for trouble. You've been 'ghost-blinded.' If I hadn't come, you would have walked yourself to death here today."
Chen Dong looked at her suspiciously, up and down. The girl reached out and snatched his phone, turning the camera to show him his own eyes.
Chen Dong saw it—two pitch-black handprints over his eyes.
But that didn't scare him; what scared him was his own live stream.
The stream currently had only a little over nine hundred people online, not the hundred thousand he thought! There were no endlessly pouring gifts either. Even the chat was full of questions and exclamations!
"This... this..." he stammered, pointing at the phone.
The girl frowned. "You must have done something disrespectful to the deceased."
Without waiting for Chen Dong's reply, she turned to look at the building behind him. "There are more people here?"
Chen Dong was already somewhat stunned and answered reflexively, "No one, I just searched..." He suddenly gasped. Could it be that he...?
The girl took a few steps, then looked back at him.
At that moment, Fang Zhiyi was leaning on the third-floor railing, watching the scene below. Seeing Chen Dong hesitate for a moment before following the girl, Fang Zhiyi almost laughed out loud.
"See? I told you shamelessness leads to great things! This Chen Dong is quick-witted, but also utterly money-grubbing. Hahaha. Hey, you, go notify all units to get ready. The main character is about to make an entrance."
"Okay," came a muffled reply, as a dark figure gradually faded away.
Starting from the first floor, the girl accurately found the person unconscious in the storage room, while also letting all the live stream viewers see the ghost's true form!
"Heaven and Earth, boundless; Universe, lend me your power!" the girl chanted.
The ghost let out a wretched scream and retreated, crashing through a small window and disappearing.
With a call, the unconscious streamer woke up.
"What happened...?" he asked groggily, then suddenly remembered and looked terrified. "A... a ghost!"
Chen Dong watched the rising viewer count in his stream. This time it was different from before—it wasn't a sudden spike, but a steady increase, which made him feel much more at ease.
"So there's a ghost. Big deal. No backbone," he glared at the small-time streamer. "Can't you see this... uh, this Master is here helping us exorcise the ghosts?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
