Seeing Xiao Jing'er completely engulfed in fear, Zhao Yan comforted him, "Don't panic too much. That ghost is a good ghost."
"Ghosts are divided into good and bad, just like people are divided into good and bad."
Zhang Yujing asked, "Master Zhao, how did you see that?"
"Facial features. His face is dark, and this darkness isn't ordinary. It's caused by malevolent energy entering him."
"That's why I judged that Xiao Jing'er has been with a ghost for some time, and this ghost is a good one, not harming him. It's very possible that this ghost doesn't even know it's a ghost."
"Doesn't know it's a ghost? What do you mean by that?" Zhang Yujing asked.
Zhao Yan organized her thoughts, trying to explain it as clearly as possible.
"Some ghosts suffer severe trauma before death. This trauma can lead to memory loss, or they might be too sad, or they might have died too quickly and haven't realized they're dead yet, still thinking they're alive."
"Amazing, Master Zhao. You've truly broadened my horizons."
"Am I okay, Master?" Xiao Jing'er's emotions had calmed down considerably after drinking some water.
From calling her "little sister" to "Master" indicated a recognition of her abilities.
Zhao Yan said softly, "You're fine. It's just that you've been with the ghost for too long, causing malevolent energy to enter your body and bringing you a lot of bad luck."
"Sister Zhao, promote the talismans," Wu Jiaxin whispered in her ear.
Zhao Yan immediately understood, coughed, and said, "I have three types of talismans here: Yin-avoiding talismans, evil-dispelling talismans, and body-protecting talismans."
"Each one is one thousand yuan."
"You can buy them to use. I'm promoting them, after all, I need to make a living."
"Which talisman can protect me without harming her?" Xiao Jing'er asked.
Zhao Yan took out the middle one. "Then it's the body-protecting talisman."
"Thank you, Xiao Jing'er, for the Super Rocket," Zhao Yan said, cupping her fists.
This was the first Super Rocket, and the flames smelled like money.
"You're welcome. This is the money for the talisman, and it's what the Master deserves. Can I contact you privately if I have any issues?" Xiao Jing'er asked.
Zhao Yan nodded, "Sure, my WeChat is v…"
Before she could finish, Wu Jiaxin quickly said, "Sister Zhao, you have many viewers online now. Don't reveal your WeChat, or you'll get too many requests."
"Right. Then I'll add you privately." Zhao Yan quickly stopped herself.
"Okay, thank you, Master. For those who like watching beautiful ladies explore spirits, you can check it out and give the Master a follow," Xiao Jing'er recommended.
Zhao Yan cupped her fists towards him in a gesture of camaraderie.
He's a good person.
"Oh, by the way, Xinxin, how much is a Super Rocket?" Zhao Yan asked.
"Two thousand yuan, but the platform takes half, so you get one thousand yuan," Wu Jiaxin replied.
"That's good," Zhao Yan nodded. If it were more, she would have to return the favor.
"Master, why is it a bit noisy over there? Who is knocking on your door?" Xiao Jing'er asked.
"Is there a knocking sound?" Zhao Yan's gaze shifted from the live stream page.
She cursed, getting too caught up in the connection, forgetting she was live-streaming from a room where someone had died.
The others realized belatedly and exchanged wide-eyed glances.
"Holy crap."
"That Xiao Jing'er, I'm going to hang up now. I'm in Dormitory 506. This dorm is rumored to have had a girl who hanged herself, so I came here to check it out and prove myself. I want to reiterate that the previous video was not fake."
Xiao Jing'er's jaw nearly dropped when he heard Zhao Yan's words.
"Live-streaming in a dorm where someone died! You truly live up to your reputation, Master."
"Bye-bye."
With that, Zhao Yan ended the connection.
The knocking sound came a few times and then immediately disappeared.
The others dared not move.
Zhao Yan gave them a look, signaling them to retreat behind her. She took the phone from Wu Jiaxin, pointing the camera at the door.
After connecting with Xiao Jing'er, her popularity had rapidly increased, and her viewership had reached around 30,000.
The actual number of online viewers was over five hundred.
As the camera focused on the door, the door made a banging sound, and the locked doorknob slowly turned a few times.
It seemed like someone was trying to open the door from the outside.
The dormitory F4 behind her huddled together tightly, watching the door nervously.
Their minds were already conjuring up images.
Zhao Yan took out a peach wood sword from her bag, a hint of excited glint in her eyes.
With a "click," the turning doorknob suddenly stopped. It was just a bit more, and the person gave up?
Just then, Zhao Yan heard footsteps and sniffed the air.
"Someone's coming."
Zhao Yan grabbed Wu Jiaxin's hand and quickly hid in the dormitory's bathroom.
Just as they hid, the beam of a flashlight shone into the dormitory.
"Hello, Teacher Li."
Zhang Yujing and the others were startled. Seeing it was a teacher, they quickly forced a smile.
"What are you doing here so late at night?"
The middle-aged male teacher shone his flashlight around the dormitory a few times, quickly landing on the phone on the table.
Ma Chi moved to block the phone, took it, and said, "We used to live here, remember? Brother Zhang dropped something, and we thought we'd come here to look for it."
"We've looked in many places. We just thought we hadn't looked here. It's a valuable card, with great collector's value. Because the card is a bit small, it's difficult to find," Zhang Yujing said.
"Then hurry up and find it so you can go back. The school doesn't allow anyone to enter this dormitory building," Teacher Li said before walking out of the room.
"Goodbye, Teacher Li," Zhang Yujing said. After watching him leave, he turned and called out, "Okay, Sister Zhao."
Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. It felt like being caught in the act.
"Sister Zhao, you're grabbing me too hard," Wu Jiaxin said from behind Zhao Yan.
"Grabbing you? I didn't. My hands are still…"
As she said this, Zhao Yan became alert. She shone the flashlight and saw a pair of pale hands quickly retracting from Wu Jiaxin's wrist.
These pale hands went through the wall and disappeared in an instant.
"Jiaxin, quickly retreat." Zhao Yan pulled Wu Jiaxin's hand, drawing her to this side.
Behind them was a wall.
Wu Jiaxin reached into her pocket and let out a yelp.
"Sister Zhao, the body-protecting talisman you gave me has turned to ashes."
"What's wrong, Sister Zhao?"
Wu Jiaxin's voice alerted Zhang Yujing and the others, who quickly asked.
"Let's go," Zhao Yan said softly and quickly walked towards the door.
Reaching the middle of the corridor, moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the corridor.
The moonlight did not reach the left wall, leaving that side in darkness.
As they reached the stairwell, they saw Teacher Li walking downstairs.
The female ghost in white was closely following behind him. He turned a corner, and the ghost disappeared.