My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 62

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"Welp, guess I can't comfort myself by saying 'ghosts don't exist' anymore."

"I screamed out in a sharp, piercing sound, and then my dad gave me a good beating."

Jiang Yiqing saw the comments and, finally feeling a bit of conscience, tried to comfort them. "Don't worry, the chances of running into a ghost are really small, it's almost like winning the lottery."

Comments:

"Can you really compare those two things? (:з」∠)"

"Got it, running into a ghost is really rare, but not impossible."

Jiang Yiqing: "......" His attempt to reassure them didn't seem to work as well as he hoped.

He cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting the topic. He told Guang Xin to prepare a few things so that he could direct him during the livestream. He could summon the ghost and deal with it right there.

But considering the audience's mental capacity, he figured it was better not to do that live.

That bully ghost would definitely be terrifying to ordinary people.

Jiang Yiqing, thinking he was being considerate, told Guang Xin to just prepare the stuff and didn't say much else.

The viewers didn't ask either, silently agreeing not to probe further.

It was clear they had a tacit understanding—Jiang Yiqing wrapped up the livestream early, and the viewers didn't ask anything, pretending they didn't know a thing.

It wasn't about comforting Jiang Yiqing; it was about comforting themselves. QAQ

Just the thought of Jiang Yiqing going to beat up a ghost... beat up a ghost... a ghost...

Once the livestream ended, a fan stared blankly at her phone and shut it off. Hmm, she needed to calm down.

Her friend glanced at her oddly. "Why aren't you watching the livestream today?"

Her friend knew that she had been completely hooked on a certain streamer lately, someone who was supposed to be into fortune-telling or something strange. She usually watched for hours every night, but today, she was finishing early? That was unheard of.

"Oh, Qingqing finished the stream," the fan said, her face still expressionless.

Her friend didn't feel anything was off and curiously asked, "Why did he suddenly finish early? Did something happen at home?"

"No, nothing happened. He's going to beat up a ghost," the fan smiled. "Defending the peace of the ghost world, opposing ghost bullying."

Her friend: "?"

What in the world is going on?!

"Don't ask. It's for your own good not to know too much." The fan smiled, patting her friend's shoulder with a mysteriously profound look on her face.

She wasn't about to tell her friend the brutal truth—that ghosts really existed. She could handle that burden alone.

The fan thought for a moment before coming up with another idea, rubbing her chin. "Hey, what do you think about me printing out a photo of Qingqing and sticking it on the door for protection?"

Her friend: "......" What the heck?!

She was seriously starting to think her friend had lost it.

On the other side, Jiang Yiqing finished the livestream and headed straight to the Guang family's house. It was in the next city over, just an hour by highway—not far.

When he arrived, Guang Xin immediately got excited upon seeing him. "Master Jiang, you've finally come. I've got everything ready."

Jiang Yiqing nodded, confirming that everything was set.

Guang Xin, nervously, asked, "Master Jiang, when's a good time to perform the ritual?"

Jiang Yiqing gave Guang Xin a strange look. He didn't actually perform rituals, did he? But he couldn't say that out loud. So, he put on an enigmatic expression and didn't answer the question directly. Instead, he said, "This place isn't suitable. We need to find somewhere quieter."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man walked over, his face bruised and swollen, as if he had been beaten up.

This was probably Guang Xin's father.

Guang Xin's father hadn't stepped forward yet, not because he didn't believe in Jiang Yiqing, but because he was in a desperate state, willing to believe anyone at this point.

The reason he hadn't shown his face wasn't due to skepticism, but rather because the bruises on his face made him too embarrassed to face anyone.

Looking at his son, who was unharmed, and then glancing at his own battered face, Father Guang felt a pang of sorrow.

When Jiang Yiqing mentioned finding a quiet place, Father Guang suggested a location—an area on the outskirts of town surrounded by crops. It was late at night, so no one would be around.

Jiang Yiqing thought this place would work, nodding. "Alright, let's go."

So, Guang Xin drove, with everything they needed packed along with Jiang Yiqing and Father Guang.

Upon arriving, Jiang Yiqing instructed Guang Xin to set up a fire pot on the ground. He then used vermilion powder to draw a circle next to it and told Guang Xin to stay inside the circle.

"Do you know how to burn the paper? While burning it, recite your grandfather's name and birthdate," Jiang Yiqing instructed.

Guang Xin felt nervous for some reason, as though something strange was about to happen.

He followed Jiang Yiqing's instructions, burning the paper while chanting his grandfather's name and birthdate.

Jiang Yiqing stood quietly, waiting.

It didn't take long before an old, frail man "walked" over. Upon seeing Guang Xin, he looked pleased at first, but then, as if realizing something, his expression fell, and he walked over to grab the burned paper money.

Grandpa Guang smiled widely as he held the paper money, muttering, "As expected, my grandson is the best."

Then, he glanced disdainfully at his son, who was standing frozen nearby.

The unfamiliar young man didn't even seem to matter to Grandpa Guang, who remained focused on the paper money. He didn't leave, staring at his grandson and son with an expression of longing.

He wanted to look at them more, to see them again...

But at that moment, the unfamiliar young man suddenly stared directly at him. Grandpa Guang froze, clearly surprised that someone could see him. He assumed it was a coincidence, right?

He moved a little to the side, and the young man turned his head as well.

Grandpa Guang: "?"

He jumped on the spot, and Jiang Yiqing's eyelids twitched. "Stop jumping. I can see you."

Grandpa Guang: "!!!"

Frightened, he dropped all the paper money he had been holding, his face full of terror as he looked at Jiang Yiqing.

Jiang Yiqing, somewhat speechless, muttered in his mind, If they didn't know any better, they'd think I'm the ghost, and you're the human.

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