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Chapter 11 Mr. Wang: Please provide the Taoist Priest's contact information!



Chapter 11 Mr. Wang: Please provide the Taoist Priest's contact information!

Meanwhile, inside another lavishly decorated detached villa in Biyue Bay...

But the place was deserted.

The villa's owner, Wang Shou, is the well-known "General Manager Wang" of Lin'an City.

He is currently holed up in his company's luxurious office.

His face, usually well-maintained and rosy-cheeked,

Now he looks sallow and has droopy eye bags.

He clutched a string of Buddhist prayer beads tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

"I don't believe it... I really don't believe this nonsense..."

Wang Shou muttered to himself

But his body betrayed him, and he dared not take a single step toward home.

The story begins a few days ago.

That morning, the family's housekeeper, Aunt Liu, suddenly came running to him, looking pale as a ghost.

He was trembling as he spoke, saying he got up in the middle of the night to drink water.

I saw a footless white shadow standing in front of the refrigerator, as if it were looking for food.

Wang Shou was looking at the stock market at the time, feeling agitated.

He blurted out, "Aunt Liu, are you getting senile?"

"What ghosts are there in this world? Don't scare yourself!"

But over the next two days, Aunt Liu started acting increasingly strangely.

She put sugar in the salt when cooking, and her complexion was even worse than his.

Until that afternoon, Aunt Liu suddenly rushed into the study.

He didn't even ask for that day's wages, leaving behind the words:

"That thing is still there! I can't stay here any longer!"

He packed his bags and ran, faster than Liu Xiang.

Wang Shou scoffed at the time.

I think this is just superstition from these uncultured country folk.

Until the night before last...

At two o'clock in the morning, he got up to use the restroom.

Just as he was groggily washing his hands and looking up in the mirror, he saw in the reflection...

He clearly saw a white shadow flash by at the bathroom door.

There were no footsteps.

They really don't have feet!

At that moment, Wang Shou's urge to urinate was completely suppressed, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He stubbornly chased after them and took another look.

The empty corridor was completely deserted.

Only a cold wind blew from somewhere, making the back of his neck feel cold.

But he still tried to convince himself that he was seeing things.

But over the next two days, that thing became increasingly brazen.

Sometimes it's the TV suddenly turning on by itself, and sometimes it's the faint white hem of clothing appearing at the end of the corridor.

He hired a so-called "master" to perform a ritual.

The sorceress in the yellow robe was performing a ritual and burning paper money.

He confidently declared that the "dirty thing" had been sent away and accepted a 5000 yuan red envelope from him.

That very night, he vaguely saw someone standing at the foot of the bed while he was half asleep at the head of the bed!

But it disappeared again when I turned on the light!

Now, he doesn't even dare to go back to that home.

"Tomorrow... Master Faming should be able to manage, right?"

Wang Shou scratched his already thinning hair in frustration and picked up his phone to try and distract himself.

Because he had been frantically searching for keywords like "what to do if my house is haunted" and "how to exorcise evil spirits" for the past two days.

The big data algorithm thoughtfully recommended a video to him.

"Haunted House Horror! Real Footage of Taoist Priest Drawing Lightning Online! This is Not Special Effects! This is Not Special Effects!"

"Another internet celebrity trying to ride on someone else's coattails..."

Wang Shou intended to swipe away, but stopped as soon as his finger touched the screen.

That villa in the background of the video... why does it look so familiar?

The high ceilings in the living room, the iconic floor-to-ceiling windows

"Isn't this the second phase apartment layout of Biyue Bay?!"

Wang Shou suddenly sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the screen.

As the homeowner, he was very familiar with this villa area.

This is definitely not a set built in a film studio; this is the real Bishui Bay!

He patiently read on.

Until the very end of the video,

A blue-white bolt of lightning exploded with a deafening roar, and the final image showed a charred crater.

The visual impact was so strong, you could almost feel it even through the screen...

"Glug."

Wang Shou swallowed.

"A true master...this is a true master!"

Wang Shou was so excited that his hands were shaking.

He immediately clicked on the blogger's profile picture and started sending private messages like crazy:

"Hello! I am Wang Shou, a homeowner in Biyue Bay! Please provide me with your contact information! Help!"

"I'll pay any price! Please reply!"

However, the private message went unanswered.

Wang Shou was sweating profusely with anxiety. He glanced at the blogger's homepage.

It was discovered that the other party was live streaming on the Douyu platform.

Wang Shou immediately downloaded the DouShark app and searched for the ID.

Sure enough, the live stream was lit up.

Jiang Rongrong was playing a game out of sheer boredom.

Although the title says "Take a day off," the comments section isn't buying it.

"Rongrong, stop slacking off! Go investigate the ghosts again!"

"We want to see the Taoist priest!"

"What's so interesting about this game? We want to see Lei Fa!"

"Who wants to see your human figure outlines!"

Jiang Rongrong sighed, "Family members, even the Daoist priest needs to rest..."

Wang Shou didn't care about any of that; he immediately recharged his account, his fingers clicking rapidly.

"call out--"

A virtual airplane with dazzling special effects flew overhead in the live stream room.

Then, another one!

Five planes in a row immediately boosted the popularity of the live stream.

Jiang Rongrong was being shot in the head; the screen went gray.

Upon seeing the gift effect, he immediately put on a smile:

"Thanks to 'Old Wang from Bishuiwan' for the five airplanes! The boss is so generous!"

Wang Shou, displaying his striking golden ID, sent a bold and large comment:

"Please, streamer! Check my private messages! I'm also a resident of Biyue Bay!"

"My house is haunted! It's really haunted! Please give me Master Lin's contact information!"

The comments were extremely prominent.

Jiang Rongrong was taken aback.

The live stream chat was buzzing with excitement:

"Holy crap? A homeowner actually called for help?"

"This script is intricately plotted, and there's even a tortoise?"

She immediately picked up her spare phone and checked her private messages.

My eyes lit up when I saw the photo of the homeowner's certificate and the string of incoherent pleas for help sent by the other party.

This isn't a cry for help!

This is clearly free traffic delivered to our doorstep!

The hype from yesterday hasn't even died down, and there's already a sequel today?

Is it still this kind of ghost story about a wealthy businessman's mansion?

Jiang Rongrong immediately sat up straight, cleared her throat, and gave the camera a meaningful smile:

"Well, since we're neighbors, we have to help."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I'll send you Master Lin's WeChat right away."

She sent Lin Jinian's business card to him on WeChat and also sent a message:

"Mr. Wang, I'm quite familiar with Master Lin, and I happen to be live-streaming as well."

"How about... I go with you? Just in case something unexpected happens, we'll have someone to help you."

……

Qingyun Temple.

As the sun set, Lin Jinian had just finished his afternoon meditation practice.

The energy vortex within his body grew slightly stronger, though still weak, but better than nothing.

He stood up, looking at the main beam in the side hall that was already cracked, his brows furrowed.

"The tiles have been repaired, but if the main beam breaks, the entire roof will collapse."

"Replacing it with a good piece of wood, plus hiring labor, would cost at least several thousand to tens of thousands of yuan..."

"Sigh, money..."

"Buzz—"

A WeChat notification sound plays.

Lin Jinian checked.

"Wang Shou requests to add you as a friend, with the note: introduced by Jiang Rongrong, has an urgent matter to ask for your help."


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