Chapter 116
Chapter 116
As they watched the four female ghosts lay waste to everything in sight, the streamers trapped in panic all stared blankly as one.
Everyone: “…”
What the hell was going on?
Even Red Name and Black Name big shots weren’t this badass, right?
Sure, some people could summon vicious ghosts to help them, but this was the first time anyone had seen the whole thing look so friendly.
Not to mention, these ghosts had volunteered to be free hired muscle – and were even throwing little tantrums because he had called them too late??
Was this freaking guy the legendary Ghost Heartthrob???
That was right. It wasn’t as if every streamer ignored the bullet comments. There were always a few brave souls who enjoyed torturing themselves and kept an eye on the comment section when they had nothing better to do.
The legendary Ghost Heartthrob had long since become a rumor whispered in private.
Who would have thought it was this streamer… I’m Your Dad!
But why was his whole vibe completely different from what everyone had imagined??
Heartthrobs were usually cool, aloof, otherworldly, and peerless. Everyone had assumed a Ghost Heartthrob would be about the same.
But they saw no cool aloofness, no otherworldly grace, no peerless beauty. All they saw was that this big shot seemed to be a chatty non-mainstream weirdo.
That bright yellow hair, that face that looked like he had one foot in the grave, that unbearably punchable attitude – and you were telling them this was the Ghost Heartthrob?!
Sure enough, the tastes of ghosts were beyond ordinary human comprehension…
The situation had flipped in an instant, and everyone unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. They even had time to let their minds wander.
But the Soul-summoning Banner in Wu Tong’s hand put the female ghosts in a difficult position.
Painted Skin stood where she was, fixed her hair in front of her vanity mirror, then snapped her fingers at Luo Ziwei. “Hey, little green tea, go snatch that ugly thing’s Soul-summoning Banner back.”
Luo Ziwei stood there foolishly and pointed at himself. “Me?”
“If not you, then Baby Qiao Yu? Hurry up. Stop dragging your feet!” After Painted-Skin Ghost finished speaking, she pulled her gaze away from Wu Tong, still shaken. “No. I really can’t look at that face.”
Sadako raised a hand and crushed a Skull Head, saying darkly, “Then don’t look. Maybe Nuwa ran out of clay right when she was molding him.”
Li Xiaoqin swung her kitchen knife with ferocious momentum, yet still had time to complain. “This thing stinks way too much. That Taoist priest must be toxic, making such a disgusting monster.”
-I’m dying. Fans really do take after their idol. Not a single one of them is easy to deal with!
-Li Xiaoqin: Please do not generalize the idol’s behavior to the fans.
-Sister Li, you’re actually slacking off.
-Li Xiaoqin: So what? Report me if you’ve got the guts.
-Don’t dare…
Luo Ziwei took a deep breath. Under Chi Shang’s astonished gaze, he let out a loud shout, then charged toward Wu Tong like a little firecracker.
Chi Shang: “…”
No, wait, he was actually going?!!
Neither Tang Shenghong nor Wu Tong took Luo Ziwei seriously. Wu Tong shook the Soul-summoning Banner in his hand so hard it was about to fall apart, while the four Skull Heads floating in the air kept re-forming and shattering again.
When Luo Ziwei rushed over, Wu Tong calmly freed one hand and punched that “overestimating himself” skinny boy.
What met him head-on was another fist – small and pale.
The next second, there was a crack.
It sounded like something had broken…
Wu Tong clutched his arm and howled, staring in shock at the skinny boy crying so pitifully.
“Wuwuwu, don’t take revenge on me! Sister Painted Skin forced me to do this!” he sobbed as he easily snatched away the Soul-summoning Banner. Then he gripped both ends of the leg bone with both hands, bent his knee, and slammed it upward.
With another snap, the Soul-summoning Banner broke in two, and the black qi wrapped around it abruptly scattered.
And that wasn’t the end of it. The other party squeezed his eyes shut and precisely stomped a Skull Head to pieces, wailing, “Aaaaah! So scary, so scary! Die, die, die!!!”
Wu Tong was so startled he hiccupped. Bracing one hand against the ground, he quietly scooted backward.
This guy didn’t have rage disorder, did he??
“I don’t want to be this violent either, wuwuwu. Go take revenge on Sister Painted Skin! I’m just a useless good-for-nothing, wuwuwuwu. Please don’t secretly cast spells on me, wuwuwu…”
Everyone: “…..”
Damn it!
Who would have thought this Instance was hiding so many heavy hitters?!
Painted Skin watched the skull before her lose the support of Daoist arts and begin to vanish. She stopped moving, the corner of her mouth twitching. “…I told you to take the Soul-summoning Banner, not to go above and beyond.”
[Ding-the Live Stream Room is now closing…]
[Countdown: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.]
As darkness briefly dragged him under, lines of text kept refreshing in the Live Stream Room.
[Congratulations to the host for stopping the sudden energy entity and successfully escaping.]
[Rewards have been distributed. The host has obtained the title-Call Friends. This title has been found to have a 50% compatibility for fusion with Quiet Lone Ranger. Would the host like to fuse the titles?]
Qiao Yu: “…”
He had a feeling there was a trap here.
Maybe this time he should… not fuse them?
[Title fusion in progress. Ding-congratulations, host, on obtaining the S-rank title: Jade-faced Rakshasa.
When wearing this title, the host may transform into a Night Rakshasa, with skin like ice and bones like jade, sweeping through all obstacles.
(Note* The higher the rank of a title, the greater its side effects. For example… an increase in charm may draw out the deepest desires in others’ hearts. Perhaps you will have a few little troubles~)]
Damn it, I didn’t say fuse!
[Live Assistant 9999999: Sorry, I misheard.]
Did you freaking learn that from Doctor Zhuang? Selective hearing loss??
[Live Assistant 9999999: Please stop being unreasonable. I really did mishear.]
Mishear my ass!
Do I look like an idiot to you?
[Live Stream Assistant 999999: Entering sleep mode. Shutting down…]
Fuck!
Immediately after, a burst of bright light shone into his eyes. Qiao Yu opened them and found that he was still in the hospital lobby.
Everyone was still together, but all the vengeful ghosts had vanished.
Wu Tong and Tang Shenghong stood in the distance in a sorry state, their expressions dark and venomous, as if they wanted to rush over and tear Qiao Yu apart.
Then several bodyguards in black, their muscles bulging, stepped out from the corners and glared at them with the same predatory hostility as Tang Shenghong.
Shang Yan took a step forward and looked at Tang Shenghong coldly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
With Sadako, Painted Skin, and the other Ghosts gone, Shang Yan naturally pulled Qiao Yu behind him and assumed the role of protector, his fists cracking as he clenched them.
People from privileged families like him and Luo Ziwei had been trained in fighting and other skills since childhood. They had never been afraid of a brawl.
How did that saying go again?
Better a thief steal from you than keep you in his thoughts.
But unexpectedly, Shang Yan did the exact opposite. He started keeping the “thief” in his thoughts instead.
Qiao Yu gazed at that head of sleek black hair he was especially fond of as it drew a graceful arc through the air with Shang Yan’s movement. Without thinking, he reached out and stroked it.
Tsk. Still as silky as ever~
With the illusion gone, the patients in the hospital also came back to their senses. They stared in shock at the wrecked hospital lobby and couldn’t help crying out.
“What’s going on? Did a fight break out?”
“Maybe it’s a medical dispute.”
“Go, go, go. Let’s get farther away. What if it escalates and someone pulls a knife?”
Everyone whispered among themselves as they retreated to a safe distance, then continued watching.
Sure enough, the essence of humanity was rubbernecking.
Tang Shenghong still cared about saving face, more or less. He sneered and threatened, “Don’t get smug. Now that you’re out, you’re the ones who should be worried. Without the Live Stream Room protecting you, just wait and see how I deal with you later.”
Given Tang Shenghong’s current status, the hosts with even a little bit of assets to their names all looked grave.
Only Qiao Yu, who had no family to feed but himself, could still smile.
“No need to wait until later.” A small head suddenly popped up over Shang Yan’s shoulder. The young man smiled with crescent eyes, pure and innocent. “I called the police.”