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Yaoyao didn't explain to the two of them. If the latter knew too much, they might not act well and could inadvertently reveal flaws.
If that malevolent ghost discovered it, it wouldn't take the bait.
Half-understanding, half-not, was the best way to express their emotions.
And strangely, no one questioned Yaoyao's method of handling things, which was odd.
Gu Yu had no doubts because he had immense trust in his younger sister. But for the old principal, a stranger, to be so reassured?
This couldn't help but make Gu Yu look surprised.
However, this was also a good thing. If they asked a barrage of questions, he wasn't sure if Yaoyao would get annoyed, but he himself definitely wouldn't be able to handle it.
Yaoyao had stuck a yellow talisman on herself, Seventh Brother, and the cameraman. Its purpose was to conceal their aura. They didn't hide, because ghosts perceive living humans not through sight, but through the Yang energy on their bodies.
The more abundant the Yang energy, the hotter it appears in the eyes of a ghost. Once the Yang energy is isolated, even if one stands right in front of a ghost, it won't be able to detect them.
The netizens didn't know all this. When they learned that the suicide case involved a malevolent ghost, they were ecstatic.
[What did I say before? Anything involving the Master is never that simple. This is going to be lively.]
[I really want to see the Master bravely fight the malevolent ghost, but unfortunately, the Master said ordinary people can't see ghosts. So annoying!]
Netizens were very curious about the scene of a fierce battle with a malevolent ghost. After all, domestic ghost movies were like PowerPoint presentations, completely unimaginable in reality.
But everyone was just thinking about it. If they could actually see ghosts, they would be scared instead.
Because these things also came in good and bad varieties. Encountering a good one for a bit of gossip could be quite interesting; but if they ran into a nasty one, given the rule that seeing equals provoking, the world they lived in would become unsafe.
Thinking this way, many people began to accept it.
Moreover, upon careful thought, it wasn't entirely impossible. They couldn't see ghosts, but they could wait for a ghost to possess a human. Then that problem wouldn't exist.
No rush! No rush!
The netizens comforted themselves. Given the frequency of incidents in the live stream, they would eventually get to see it.
While the discussion in the live stream chat was taking off, Yaoyao had no mind to care. She was currently paying close attention to the old principal's condition.
To avoid making him uncomfortable, Yaoyao didn't follow him step by step; they maintained a distance of several hundred meters.
This distance was completely within her perception range. If there was any disturbance, she could instantly rush over and resolve it.
"Yaoyao, when do you think that thing will come? We're not going to wait until midnight, are we!" Gu Yu, bored, fiddled with the talisman amulet hanging around his neck.
He glanced at his watch, a rare look of anxiety on his face. They had been following for nearly two hours, and there was still no movement.
It was important to remember that the program crew had given them three hours to gather evidence. If that thing appeared before this time, it would be fine. If not, things would get a bit troublesome, as they would need to manage both fronts.
A person's energy is limited. What if something went wrong?
Faced with Seventh Brother's worry, Yaoyao was very calm. Her small, chubby hand patted his shoulder, and she said in a childlike voice, "Seventh Brother, don't be anxious. Just wait a little longer, okay!"
Her eyes were full of confidence because she knew that the ghost was actually more anxious to make a move than she was. The more it was like this, the more important it was to remain calm.
Yaoyao knew Seventh Brother was worried about the program crew's side. In her opinion, this was actually very easy to solve. If there wasn't enough time, she could just let Seventh Brother go. Anyway, Seventh Brother couldn't help much with catching ghosts.
It wasn't to boast, but the clues she found, those people definitely couldn't compare. They would win anyway, so it didn't matter who went.
"Okay, then let's wait a bit longer!" Gu Yu didn't know his sister's plan. He was still excitedly rubbing his hands, waiting to witness the great battle against the malevolent ghost!
Yaoyao rustled around in her small cloth bag, which contained washed cherries, dark and sweet. When she was idle, she would eat a few to satisfy her cravings.
This was already an uncountable number of times she had taken out fruit. Just as she was about to put one in her mouth, Yaoyao's hand suddenly paused.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Gu Yu also noticed his sister's change and turned to look.
Yaoyao's round little face suddenly bloomed into a smile, revealing a pair of cute little canine teeth. "The little fish has taken the bait!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Gu Yu was stunned for a moment, then a look of joy also appeared on his face.
In the office of the teaching building.
After taking the "reassurance pill" given by the Master, the old principal felt inexplicably relaxed. He no longer dwelled on the malevolent ghost or anything of the sort. He even refused Yang Meng's offer to stay and accompany him.
He carried on as usual, handling the school's official business. Drowsiness began to creep in. He reached out, preparing to take a few sips of strong tea to refresh himself, but when he picked up the cup, he found it empty.
He had no choice but to add some new tea leaves and then got up to get hot water. He was old; he didn't sleep much but got tired easily, relying on strong tea every day to keep him going.
The water dispenser was very close to him, only five or six meters away, a short walk.
The office was very quiet at this moment, making the "ding-dong" sound of the water dispenser seem particularly loud. The old principal, with nothing else to do, looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It already showed 8:15!
"Time really flies. I wonder if it will still come," his expression flickered.
Although he had tried hard not to think about it, this was only when he was engrossed in work. Once he was idle, the matter would uncontrollably pop into his head; it wasn't that easy to forget completely.
Since the cup wasn't very large, it filled up quickly.
The old principal reached out to turn off the hot water switch, gripped the handle, and prepared to walk back to his seat to handle official business. It wasn't that he was diligent, but only when dealing with matters could his mind clear and relax.
If he were to go to sleep now, he wouldn't sleep soundly either.
But before he could take a step, the long fluorescent light in the office suddenly flickered, and the room plunged into darkness for an instant.
However, it quickly returned to normal. The old principal's face changed slightly. He wasn't an inexperienced layman; he vaguely understood that this flickering light was not accidental. That thing must have arrived!
He subconsciously straightened his stooped back, fear appearing in his cloudy old eyes, yet he still tried hard to act as if nothing was wrong. He kept telling himself that with the Master watching over him, nothing would happen.
Step by step, he was about to return to his seat.
If he could see the situation behind him at this moment, he would discover a red figure that had appeared in the office at some unknown time.
Her face was indistinct, and her entire body was lying prone onto the old principal. Her hair, like wildly growing vines, rapidly coiled around him, enveloping his body in the blink of an eye.
It looked like it was about to develop in the direction of a cocoon.
"...Hmm?" Although the old principal couldn't see ghosts, his perception was still there. He suddenly found that he couldn't move.
Not only that, but an inexplicable immense force appeared from behind, pressing down on him so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, and his breathing became increasingly difficult.
"Wuwuwuwu..."
The old principal, terrified, wanted to cry out, but found he couldn't make a sound, as if his mouth was covered by something.
And what was covering him was clumps of pitch-black hair!
Seeing its prey ensnared, the red figure revealed the face hidden beneath its long hair â it had delicate and beautiful features.
If not for her deathly pale, paper-white complexion, one wouldn't be able to tell she was a malevolent ghost. This was also the direction of cultivation for ghosts: the more human-like they appeared, the deeper their cultivation, because their true forms were invariably terrifying.
Having restrained its prey, the red figure extended a deathly pale hand, its bright red fingernails about to tear into the man's head.
A golden light suddenly shot in from outside. The powerful spiritual energy made the air emit a tearing sound, as if it couldn't bear the strain.
This sudden turn of events caused the red-clothed female ghost, who had been confident of victory, to have a drastic change in expression.
She dared not directly confront the power of the sword light. She had to decisively abandon her prey and quickly dodge to the side.
However, the flying sword seemed to have spiritual eyes, turning a corner and chasing after her. The red-clothed female ghost was pursued relentlessly for a moment, completely unable to pay attention to her earlier target.
After the binding force loosened, the old principal, unsteady on his feet, was about to collapse to the ground but was supported by a small figure.
"Ma... Master, you're here!" The old principal was breathing with difficulty, his voice intermittent.
"Mm!" Yaoyao nodded lightly upon seeing this.
Then, she turned to Seventh Brother who had followed her and said, "Seventh Brother, you take care of Old Grandpa. I'll go catch that troublemaking malevolent ghost first!"
The latter was currently suppressed by the flying sword, completely flustered and disoriented. Yaoyao planned for a quick battle. Who told it to make her squat for so long? She had to vent this frustration no matter what.
Her temperament was like a firecracker. After speaking, without waiting for a response, she took a stride with her small legs, and her whole person shot out like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.
"Yaoyao, be careful!" Thanks to Gu Yu's quick eyes and hands, he prevented the old principal from crashing to the ground.
"Young Master Gu, Master... is she going to fight that malevolent ghost?"
The old principal was still in shock, the teacup in his hand long shattered to pieces. He couldn't see the malevolent ghost, which inevitably made him nervous. He knew that the outcome of this fight was crucial for the entire school.
If they won, then all problems could be solved.
As for losing? Then he didn't really need to worry either. If the Master lost, he naturally wouldn't survive the night.
The conflict and anxiety on his face were too obvious. Gu Yu could guess it without even thinking. He first helped him sit down on a stool and said with a smile, "Principal, just relax. My sister can crush that thing with a casual pinch!"
Gu Yu's face was full of pride. He had opened his "false eye," so he could see the situation.
He saw his sister's flying sword pressing down on the female ghost so hard she could barely breathe. This kind of trash wanted to get on the table? Wasn't this a joke!
Just wait and see. Before ten counts, the latter would be on her knees.
Perhaps his confidence was too apparent. The old principal's suspended heart also eased slightly at this moment.
But his gaze never left the little Master, his expression exceptionally serious. He tried to discern the outcome of the battle from her expression.
And the result was naturally consistent with what Gu Yu had thought. This troublemaking malevolent ghost had only just entered the Red Ghost stage; it wouldn't stand a chance no matter how it fought.
After all, Yaoyao was not only an eighth-rank Xuan Master but also an Underworld Emissary wielding the Soul-Hooking Chains. Either of these alone possessed the strength to crush the latter, let alone when combined in one person.
The red-clothed malevolent ghost struggled for less than ten seconds before her entire being was pinned to the wall, her limbs pierced by sharp swords transformed from spiritual talismans.
And the flying sword that had initially suppressed her was now embedded in her heart, her vital point.
The intense burning sensation filled her eyes with terror.
She didn't know where that old man had found such an expert. Her cultivation had greatly increased after devouring souls, yet in the latter's hands, it was like paper. What on earth was the origin of this little child!
Naturally, no one would explain her confusion.
Yaoyao, looking at the Red Ghost like fish on a chopping block, clapped her hands in satisfaction.
She said in a crisp voice, "I told you not to struggle, but you just wouldn't believe me. You had to take so many hits. You really asked for a beating."
Hearing these words, the Red Ghost fell silent. She desperately wanted to curse out loud, but seeing the latter's large, dark, innocent eyes, a chill ran down her spine, and the impassioned profanities were forced back down.
She knew that if she opened her mouth, she would probably be scattered into dust the next moment!
This person before her wasn't old, but her decisiveness in killing was astonishing. Unprovokable, utterly unprovokable.