My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 76

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And because of this ghost-busting talisman, hope lit up in his heart again. Before, he'd been a well-behaved kid who didn't dare say anything out of fear the ghost would hurt his parents.

But now... now he could finally speak up.

So, with snot and tears all over his face, Du Xinliang finally spilled everything that had been happening to him lately.

"He's been making me 'attend class' every single day. If I'm not there on time, he punishes me with more exercises. Sometimes, he doesn't even let me sleep all night. He even threatened me, said I have to get first place in the whole grade this time or else he'd eat me. I was so scared. Luckily, I did get first place, otherwise you guys would've never seen me again..."

Hearing how much their son had silently endured, Du Qinxue and his wife were heartbroken. Both their faces turned pale. Forget Du Xinliang—they were freaked out just hearing about it. If it had been them being haunted by a ghost out of nowhere, they would've lost it too.

If it hadn't been their own son getting haunted, they probably would've run off already.

But now all they could do was stand there shaking, trying to figure out what to do.

Du Qinxue's brain totally short-circuited. Being older, he couldn't process stuff as fast as the younger generation—he just froze.

Thankfully, Madam Du went full Mama Bear mode. Her heart was all on her son. She snapped out of it quickly and, seeing her husband standing there like a statue, smacked him hard.

"What are you spacing out for? Call Master Jiang, now!"

After seeing how effective that talisman from Jiang Yiqing was, she immediately started calling him "Master Jiang" instead of just "Jiang Yiqing." Now she finally got why Wen Xiuyan had been so respectful toward him—because that guy was legit.

"R-Right! I'll call up Brother Wen and ask!" Du Qinxue finally snapped back to life, his hands trembling as he fumbled to dial Wen Xiuyan's number.

When he asked for Jiang Yiqing's contact, Wen Xiuyan didn't even sound surprised. He just sent the number over right away.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yiqing was at home chilling, messing around with the pig spirit, when he got Wen's message—right before Du Qinxue's call came through.

Knowing this had to be urgent, Jiang picked up right away.

Before he could say a word, Du Qinxue's panicked voice came blaring through the speaker, "Master Jiang, please come over right away! Our son Xinliang's being haunted by a ghost!"

"I'm on my way," Jiang Yiqing answered instantly, already gathering his stuff while trying to calm Du Qinxue down. "Don't worry, this ghost isn't a malicious one. It won't hurt you."

Du Qinxue's voice was trembling. "But Master Jiang... it's still a ghost!"

Didn't matter if it was evil or not—a ghost was still enough to make anyone freak the hell out.

Jiang Yiqing: "..." Okay, fair.

He knew words weren't gonna help right now. Better to just hurry over.

"Alright, send me your address. I'll head out now," Jiang said, fast and firm.

"Okay, okay!" Du Qinxue quickly sent it over, still shaking, then anxiously asked, "How long will it take you to get here?"

Jiang Yiqing: How the heck would I know?

He hadn't even opened the GPS yet.

He really wanted to say, "I get you're stressed, but chill for a sec."

Instead, all he said was, "Hang in there. I'll be there soon." Then he hung up.

It wasn't that he found Du Qinxue annoying—it was just slowing him down, okay... ahem.

"What did Master Jiang say?" Madam Du asked the moment her husband fell quiet.

"He said he'll be here soon," Du Qinxue replied, and maybe realizing how scared he'd sounded earlier, he tried to pull himself together.
"Let's... let's wait outside."

As he spoke, he gave the book on the floor a nervous glance. Even though it just sat there not moving, it was still scary as hell.

Madam Du and Du Xinliang both agreed, and the three of them got ready to head out together.

But just as they turned to leave, the study door slammed shut with a loud BANG, and a cold voice drifted from behind, "Du Xinliang... You've got some nerve. Do you know what happens to kids who disrespect their teachers?"

All three of them swallowed hard, slowly turning back around—

And there he was. The ghost.

Still wearing his glasses, still holding that book, looking exactly like an average, middle-aged man.

But right now, his eyes were glowing red, dark energy swirling around his body—and the whole family's faces went pale as ghosts themselves.

Du Xinliang, who'd already been dealing with this for a while, was the quickest to react. He immediately stepped forward and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry! I didn't know this would happen!"

The ghost teacher let out a cold snort. "You really think some cheap little talisman can deal with me?"

Du Xinliang: "..."

Then why were you screaming like that earlier?
Of course, he only dared say that in his head—not out loud.

He quickly apologized again, attitude full of remorse and regret.

The ghost teacher ignored him. His eerie gaze shifted toward Du Qinxue and Madam Du, and then he slowly pulled out a twisted smile.
"So, you're Xinliang's parents? Since you delivered yourselves to me... don't blame me for what happens next."

The whole family looked like they'd been bleached—they were pale as paper, knees weak and shaking. It really felt like they were doomed.

No one knew when Master Jiang was going to show up.

Meanwhile, in the car, Jiang Yiqing suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose with a frown and said to the driver, "Sir, could you drive a little faster?"

"Got it!" the driver answered, stepping on the gas.

Jiang Yiqing slammed into the door from the acceleration and winced, rubbing his poor forehead.

Ouch. Ugh...

After racing all the way, they finally arrived at the Du house. The moment Jiang Yiqing stepped out, he instantly sensed something was off. He knocked on the door, and after what felt like forever, a pale-faced Du Xinliang came to open it.

The moment he saw Jiang Yiqing, the kid lit up like a lamp.
"Uncle Yiqing!"

He peeked nervously back inside, then whispered quickly, "Uncle Yiqing, please save my parents! They're having a really bad time right now."

Jiang Yiqing frowned. That didn't make sense. That ghost wasn't malicious—he shouldn't be hurting anyone.

Still thinking about it, he rushed inside.

What he saw made him freeze.

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