Chapter 3

Chapter 3

If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to be this violent either. Whine, whine.

I’ve said it before: I’m not some frail, pale little waif. Too bad nobody believes me.

When I was three, the “big horse” I rode was a ghost.

By seven, I could grab ghosts and play with them however I wanted.

At ten, I could beat a whole pack of ghosts flat on the ground.

Most people use talismans or peachwood swords to exorcise ghosts.

I’m different. I use my fists. Just hit it and be done with it.

Later on, even the stuff from the underworld would take a detour when they saw me.

As for why I’m this awesome? Probably bloodline suppression.

I entered the entertainment industry purely out of interest. If I don’t work hard at it, I’ll have to go home and inherit the family ghost-hunting business. Sigh.

A director once wanted me for one of those anti-Japanese war dramas where people tear enemies apart with their bare hands, but then he dropped me for being too short.

I really wanted to tell him that, no, I can’t tear Japanese soldiers apart with my bare hands.

I can only tear ghosts apart barehanded.

After taking out that ghost, I found a phone in the corner.

Its screen was livestreaming our variety show, capturing everything from every possible angle.

The viewer count was skyrocketing.

Which meant filming hadn’t stopped. There were hidden cameras everywhere.

The shot of me instantly killing that ghost had been captured perfectly too.

The comments exploded.

“Holy crap! That was a real ghost??? Mom, I’m scared!!”

“Wait, what did Qian Jiaojiao just do? Isn’t she supposed to be some frail, pale little green-tea type?”

“That happened too fast, I didn’t see it clearly. Must’ve been an illusion. There’s no way she’s that fierce.”

“Bai Xiaocha shoved Qian Jiaojiao out just now and didn’t care whether Chen Yu lived or died. That’s not great…”

“What do you know? In a crisis, protecting yourself is only human.”

The footage from inside the room was being livestreamed at the same time.

Bai Xiaocha seemed to realize what she’d done wasn’t a good look, so she was putting on a pitiful act.

“This room is too small. If I hadn’t pushed Jiaojiao out, we’d all be dead! I made myself do it for everyone’s safety.”

Her fans commented: “Our Chacha is just too kind.”

At the same time, the production team had also brought in Daoist Qingning to provide commentary.

The moment Qian Yu appeared on screen, I nearly burst out laughing.

He’s been wildly popular online lately, a ridiculously handsome guy from an Occult Family, with a face to die for and legs for days.

In a suit, he looks refined and abstinent. In Daoist robes, he looks like an immortal.

People call him the “occult husband.”

The host asked him whether Qian Jiaojiao or Bai Xiaocha would make it to the end.

Qian Yu clicked his tongue. “Tsk.”

The host immediately understood. “So it seems you’re supporting Bai Xiaocha as well. I heard you and Chacha…”

“No,” he cut in. “I just feel bad for the ghosts in there. Running into Qian Jiaojiao is the greatest misfortune of their lives. They’d be better off dying sooner so they can move on.”

A whole row of question marks floated across the screen.

I couldn’t be bothered watching the livestream anymore.

Chen Yu had passed out from fright.

I quickly disinfected and bandaged her up, hoisted her over my shoulder, and went to knock on the door.

“I’m Qian Jiaojiao. It’s safe outside now.”

One of the guests was about to open the door for me.

Bai Xiaocha stopped them. “Don’t open it! What if Qian Jiaojiao is deliberately trying to let the ghost in?”

“…”

I lowered my head and glanced at the screen.

“Why is Bai Xiaocha so cold? Qian Jiaojiao really did deal with one danger.”

“Bai Xiaocha is seriously disloyal!”

Her fans hurried to defend her: “Chacha is just being cautious. If you were in that kind of danger, you’d be even more cautious than her.”

“Don’t speak for me. If it were me, moving together would definitely be safer.”

There was no time.

There was danger inside the room.

Not even five-foot-three, I carried Chen Yu on one shoulder and kicked the door open with one foot.

The two-meter iron door slammed to the ground.

Under everyone’s stunned gaze, I said breezily:

“I kicked it open for your sake-there’s a ghost in this room.”