My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 75

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Madam Du slipped the charm pouch over her son's neck, but before she could say anything, he spoke first. "Mom, from now on, don't knock when I'm studying."

She paused, a little taken aback, then smiled. "Am I disturbing you?"

Du Xinliang pursed his lips, nodding. He glanced at the study behind him, his face turning slightly pale. "I... I need to get back to studying now, Mom. Don't come in."

Before she could say another word, he hurried back inside, as if someone was rushing him.

Standing in front of the tightly shut door, Madam Du let out a deep, worried sigh.

Something was wrong.

Her son was really, really not okay.

Madam Du, her face full of worry, was just about to turn and leave when a sudden, ear-piercing scream rang out from the study. The sound was sharp and terrifying—something no human should be able to make.

She jumped in shock. The scream had clearly come from her son's study. Fear forgotten, she rushed to push the door open.

But the door was locked.

Panic surged through her. "Xinliang! Xinliang, are you okay? Open the door!"

She turned and shouted, "Du Qinxue! Get the keys, now!"

Du Qinxue had heard the scream too. He didn't even bother picking up the slipper he had lost in his hurry—he grabbed the keys and rushed over.

When the door finally swung open, they found Du Xinliang sitting at his desk, looking completely dazed, as if he hadn't even registered what just happened.

Madam Du rushed over, cupping his face and checking him all over. "Xinliang! Are you alright?"

It was only then that he seemed to snap out of it. Slowly, he shook his head.

Du Qinxue frowned. "What was that scream just now?"

Xinliang didn't answer. His mind seemed to be racing with something else entirely. Suddenly, he yanked the charm pouch from around his neck, hastily opening it under his parents' confused gazes.

Madam Du's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait... I put the talisman in there myself. How did it turn into ashes?"

But Du Xinliang's eyes lit up. It was as if he had just been given a lifeline. Grabbing his father's hand, he pleaded, "Dad! Call Uncle Yiqing! He can help me—I know he can! His talisman worked!"

Tears welled up in his eyes as he clutched his father's hand tighter. "I don't want to be forced to study like this anymore. Dad, please, get Uncle Yiqing to come over!"

Du Qinxue's brows furrowed deeper. His expression grew serious as he finally realized—his son's recent behavior wasn't normal. Something was really, really wrong.

With urgency in his voice, he said, "I'll call Brother Wen right now and ask him."

And with that, he hurried off.

Originally, Du Xinliang had rushed into the study in a panic. As soon as he shut the door, he saw a black shadow standing by the desk.

His heart skipped a beat. He walked over slowly, and the shadow gradually revealed its true form.

It looked like an ordinary middle-aged man—wearing rimless glasses, a short beard on his chin, and holding a book in his hand.

Totally looked like one of those strict, no-nonsense teachers.

But only Du Xinliang knew how terrifying this guy really was, because... he wasn't human. He was a ghost.

Ever since he bought that book home, this ghost had been haunting him nonstop. No matter how many times he secretly threw the book away or even burned it, it would always show up in his study again.

Du Xinliang was on the verge of a breakdown. But he didn't dare tell his parents, because the ghost had threatened him—if he ever told them, it'd kill them both.

Du Xinliang didn't even question whether that threat was real. He just believed it. So he never dared to say a word.

Thankfully, the ghost didn't hurt him physically—it just forced him to study.

Every day, it showed up on the dot. If he wasn't there on time, he'd be punished.

And today... Du Xinliang was late.

The ghost teacher stared at him, face dark as a storm cloud, and said coldly, "You're one full minute late! Do you have any idea how much time your one minute could waste for others?"

Du Xinliang kept his head down, trembling slightly, not daring to speak.

"Today, your punishment is one extra set of papers for every subject!" the ghost teacher snapped, tapping a teaching stick in his hand with an icy snort.

Du Xinliang felt pure despair. One extra set for every subject? He wasn't sleeping tonight.

"What, have a problem with that?" The ghost teacher's eyes widened to a freaky, impossible size—like his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

Du Xinliang was too terrified to even look. At this point, it wasn't just physical torture—it was full-on mental trauma too.

He quickly stammered, "No, no problem."

Only then did the ghost teacher look satisfied. His face shifted back to a normal human look. He tapped the desk with his stick and said, "Get to it. This set is based on all the mistakes you love to make. Focus."

Du Xinliang sniffled and started working through the questions, looking pitiful as hell.

Halfway through, someone knocked on the door. It was Madam Du, saying she'd brought him something.

The ghost teacher frowned in annoyance, glaring toward the door. "What kind of parent is this? Doesn't she know no one's allowed to interrupt study time?"

Du Xinliang flinched and quickly said, "I'll go tell my mom real quick."

The ghost teacher grumbled, "Fine. Just this once."

Du Xinliang nodded like crazy. When he came back in, there was a talisman pouch hanging around his neck.

With the ghost teacher urging him, he sat back down and kept working. But just as he messed up a question, the ghost teacher suddenly leaned in, raising the stick to hit him.

Before the stick even touched him, Du Xinliang felt a sudden warmth on his chest—and then the ghost let out a sharp, blood-curdling scream before disappearing on the spot, leaving only that cursed book behind on the floor.

Du Xinliang was totally frozen in shock. He didn't snap out of it until his parents burst in.

He remembered the light that had flashed from his chest earlier. Eyes lighting up, he yanked open the talisman pouch and found that the talisman paper had already burned to ash.

So it wasn't his imagination. That talisman really could take down the ghost!

Du Xinliang was freaking ecstatic. For the first time in forever, he felt real excitement. Someone could finally deal with that ghost. He could finally escape this nightmare!

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