The young male ghost ultimately escaped danger.
Because as Jing Jiujiu waited, he couldn't help but bend down again and whisper to Bai Yuhuai, "Let's hurry and leave."
Bai Yuhuai had no choice but to carry him out first.
None of the ghosts dared to chase after them, but they surrounded Jing Hao even more tightly, leaving no way out.
Bai Yuhuai exited the door.
Ji Meng also arrived with the doctor and nurse.
Ji Meng said awkwardly, "I heard someone inside shouting 'Ghost!', so I..."
The doctor and nurse had already pushed open the door and gone inside by then, presumably able to wake Jing Hao in time for him to face a new round of intimidation.
Bai Yuhuai said coolly, "Hmm, he might have some mental issues."
Ji Meng rarely heard Bai Yuhuai evaluate someone so bluntly. If even Bai Yuhuai said this, how sick must Jing Hao be? Ji Meng felt even more awkward and suddenly wished he could distance himself from Jing Hao.
After speaking, Bai Yuhuai left.
Ji Meng took a deep breath and decided to turn and leave as well.
Once they were out of the hospital, Jing Jiujiu finally got down from Bai Yuhuai's neck, and Bai Yuhuai immediately opened an umbrella.
Jing Jiujiu tilted his head to hide under the umbrella and sighed in relief: "I stayed there for too long. I don't know why, but I feel so hungry. I shouldn't be able to feel anything. But I just feel so hungry, like I could open my mouth and swallow them all into my stomach."
This was the instinct of a powerful evil spirit.
Devouring other ghosts to strengthen oneself.
Jing Jiujiu was much stronger than those ghosts. With just a thought, he might have directly sucked those ghosts into his mouth.
Bai Yuhuai asked, "Do you think they taste good?"
The bloody, dismembered images flashed through Jing Jiujiu's mind again, and he shook his head repeatedly: "Not tasty." "I want to eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Almond Buddha's Hand, Spicy Crab..."
Bai Yuhuai was silent for a moment. After they both got in the car, he said, "You'll get to eat them."
Once in the car, Bai Yuhuai asked him, "Do you want to see Jing Tinghua?"
Jing Jiujiu was quite calm: "It's useless to see him. He's not as cowardly and stupid as Jing Hao. He wouldn't be afraid even if he saw ghosts. If the fish tank is related to him too, he probably already has Taoist priests waiting for me."
Bai Yuhuai gave a faint response.
In fact, ordinary Taoist masters couldn't do anything to Jing Jiujiu anymore. How could a ghost who emerged from a great evil formation be ordinary?
But for the Jing family to set up such a formation, there must be guidance from experts behind the scenes. Whether those people were hired by the Jing family or coveted the Jing family's interests, anyone involved in this matter wouldn't be able to escape.
"Setting up the fish tank, just for endless good fortune... He's not afraid of ghosts, but he must be afraid of his luck turning bad," Jing Jiujiu murmured.
"Yes," Bai Yuhuai's gaze fell on Jing Jiujiu's face.
The youth was innocent but not foolish, knew etiquette and human nature but wasn't worldly-wise, sought revenge but didn't wallow in it or harm others out of resentment.
He was the most perfect type of person under the heavens.
The type that made one want to offer everything to him in an instant, to let him sit on the throne without having to bow his head.
Jing Jiujiu suddenly turned his head and asked, "Is my phone ready?" Then, using a tone he must have learned from somewhere, he coaxed, "Brother Bai." "Big Brother Bai?"
Bai Yuhuai's heart fluttered, but his face remained impassive: "It's ready."
Jing Jiujiu was overjoyed again: "Great! Meng Hexin gave me his WeChat, but I didn't have a phone to add him!"
Bai Yuhuai: "..."
It's actually not good for children to play with phones too much.
The same goes for little ghosts.
However, half an hour later, Jing Jiujiu successfully got his hands on the phone.
When in ghost form, playing with a phone was a bit troublesome. But after the soul became more substantial, it became much easier.
For this reason, Jing Jiujiu stayed in a more substantial form for two extra hours today.
Bai Yuhuai moved from the study to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then out of the bathroom. He circled around without leaving a trace.
He couldn't help but walk to Jing Jiujiu's side and casually asked, "Have you played enough?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Yes, yes."
Bai Yuhuai glanced down: "You've been chatting with Meng Hexin for two hours?!"
Jing Jiujiu: "No, I haven't."
Bai Yuhuai's expression softened a bit: "Hmm."
Jing Jiujiu: "Not just Meng Hexin."
Bai Yuhuai: ???
Bai Yuhuai: "Who else?"
"Best Actress Tao from that day, Director Xiang, Yin Jian..."
Goodness, he's chatting with half the people from the script reading!
Bai Yuhuai: "..." "When did you get in touch with them?"
Had the boy been secretly playing with others behind his back?
"Oh, just now. Meng Hexin shared my contact card with them," Jing Jiujiu put away his phone, "I'm done chatting."
Before Bai Yuhuai could speak again, Jing Jiujiu said, "They invited me to see their new play. Can I go?"
Bai Yuhuai: "I don't know."
Jing Jiujiu peeked at his expression: "Brother Bai, Big Brother Bai, can I go?"
Bai Yuhuai: "...We'll check the schedule. I'll have the manager coordinate the time."
Jing Jiujiu turned away happily to go to sleep.
Jing Hao, however, couldn't sleep.
He never imagined that once he was admitted to the hospital, he wouldn't be able to leave.
Every time he opened his eyes, he could see ghosts who had died in various gruesome ways. These ghosts lay on his body, leaned against his headboard, hung from his ceiling... Though they were different ghosts, they all seemed like countless incarnations of Jing Jiujiu.
"Give me back my life..." Their eerie voices penetrated his eardrums.
Jing Hao trembled uncontrollably with fear.
He didn't know that the three fires on his body were getting weaker and weaker. This led to more and more ghosts targeting him.
He called for the nurse, made phone calls, but nothing worked.
The doctors and nurses couldn't see anything.
Those ghosts would even deliberately stand behind the nurses at such times, bend over, and let their heads fall into Jing Hao's arms, scaring him into screaming.
After just a day and night of torment, the dark circles under Jing Hao's eyes had become even more pronounced.
As the doctors and nurses walked out, their sighs drilled straight into Jing Hao's ears.
"Is Mr. Jing under too much mental pressure? Has he developed a mental illness? Should we call Mr. Jing senior?"
I'm not sick!
Jing Hao struggled to get up, afraid that if Jing Tinghua came, he would strip away all his authority.
He called his assistant and summoned two or three young celebrities to keep him company. They were young and full of vitality.
Then, not daring to stay long, he quickly completed the discharge procedures.
A group of ghosts crowded at the hospital's main entrance, watching Jing Hao's retreating figure: "Hahaha!"
"He's so stupid!"
"That 'Give me back my life' is just a line from a horror movie. What's he afraid of?"
"He must have done something bad and feels guilty."
"Let's keep scaring him next time..."
Jing Hao walked in front, feeling like his ears were full of ghostly laughter: "Quick! Let's go!"
The three young celebrities looked at each other, all secretly wondering if Mr. Jing had gone mad.
Jing Hao didn't dare to go home alone, so he simply booked a hotel suite. Like an emperor selecting concubines, he had to have a young celebrity accompany him every day, while he himself never left the room.
When Jing Tinghua heard his subordinate's report, he cursed, "Useless thing!"
There was no news from Master Chou for now.
But no news was good news.
If something had gone wrong, he would have called in a panic.
"Is the car ready?" Jing Tinghua asked.
"It's ready."
"Then let's go."
There was a very important business association event today, attended not only by business people but also by government officials.
Jing Tinghua always played an important role in such events.
But before Jing Tinghua arrived, the reporters were already in a frenzy.
"Is that Bai Yuhuai's car? Wow, why is Bai Yuhuai here?"
"Although there are celebrities in business circles, not many are qualified to attend this business association, right?"
"Big news! No one knew before what kind of company Bai Yuhuai was running..."
Bai Yuhuai didn't get out of the car. He sat in the car with Jing Jiujiu, accompanying the youth as he played mobile games.
Neither of them had played such things before, so they stumbled through it together.
The manager sat in front, listening to the "You have died" sounds coming from the back, his face expressing numbness... He was finding it increasingly difficult to understand his boss lately.
Coming specially to the business association but not getting out of the car?
The reporters waited for a while, but when they didn't see Bai Yuhuai, they had no choice but to quiet down.
It wasn't until Jing Tinghua's car arrived at the scene that they rushed forward again.
Recently, the young master of the Jing family, who had never shown his face before, has become a hot topic of conversation!
"Mr. Jing!"
"Mr. Jing, can you tell us about Jing Jiujiu? Is he really your son? Why haven't we heard about him before?"
Jing Tinghua smiled slightly, "Yes, he is indeed my son. You've all seen his photo, right? He's quite beautiful, isn't he?"
The reporter nodded unconsciously, only realizing after that Jing Tinghua had taken control of the conversation.
"That's precisely why the family was reluctant to release his photos. This time was just an accident."
"Is he still alive?" the reporter asked eagerly, as if wanting to shove the microphone into Jing Tinghua's face.
Jing Tinghua tightened his grip and smiled, "Of course... he's alive. I hope everyone will stop bringing up such topics. Speculating about someone's life or death without reason is disrespectful to him and his family."
In the car, Jing Jiujiu quickly lowered the partition in the back seat and said, "Wait."
The manager was dying of curiosity.
Ever since the young man appeared, the back seat partition had been lowered nine times out of ten.
What on earth were they doing back there?
Kissing?
The manager tried to imagine Bai Yuhuai and the young man, but couldn't picture them wanting to kiss all the time...
Behind the partition that the manager couldn't see, Jing Jiujiu let go of his hand and turned to press against the window, looking outside.
His phone was floating in the car, with the keys moving by themselves.
It was even easier to defeat enemies now.
"Congratulations, you've won!"
As the voice sounded inside the car, outside, Jing Tinghua had just put on a smile and stepped onto the red carpet when he suddenly tripped and fell hard.
The people around were stunned for a few seconds before reacting, quickly moving to help him up: "Are you alright, Mr. Jing?"
"What happened? Staff, please check!"
Jing Tinghua had never lost face like this before. He stood up, his expression darkening for a moment.
"I'm fine," he said, pushing away the people around him.
Everyone looked at him, feeling a bit awkward.
Jing Tinghua's forehead had turned blue.
The fall must have been quite severe!
After the simple procedures were over, it was soon time for the ribbon-cutting ceremony. Jing Tinghua picked up the scissors, and firecrackers began to be set off nearby. This had all been arranged in advance.
The fuse sizzled, but there was no sound for a long time.
"What's going on? Go get new ones," said someone nearby, their face already darkening.
Before the staff could go get new ones, the firecrackers suddenly all exploded at once.
When the smoke cleared—
"Mr. Jing, your face..."
Jing Tinghua frowned, "What?"
He raised his hand to touch his cheek, only then realizing it was stinging with pain. Several firecrackers had flown out and hit him in the face.
Jing Tinghua couldn't lose his temper, so he had to suppress it for now.
But today, it seemed like everything was going against him.
The water that the staff said was warm turned out to be boiling, giving Jing Tinghua a small blister.
The next moment, there was a loud "bang".
A sign from the fifth floor fell down, grazing Jing Tinghua's scalp before smashing into pieces on the ground.
Everyone gasped in shock.
The reporters kept snapping photos.
Looking at Jing Tinghua again, his face had turned as black as it could get.
He turned to look at an old man and asked, "Are there ghosts here?"
The old man was specially invited by the organizers to watch over the venue. He shook his head and said, "There are traces of yin energy, but no ghosts."
Jing Tinghua lowered his eyes and said nothing.
He wasn't sure about this old man's level of expertise. Never mind, he'd ask Master Chou to take a look another day. It might just be that this building itself was a bit unclean.
At this moment, the organizer apologetically said to Jing Tinghua, "We don't know what's happening today, the luck is just too bad..."
Jing Tinghua's face, which had been relatively calm until now, suddenly showed a subtle change upon hearing these words.
Bad... luck...
These four words were deeply ingrained in Jing Tinghua's mind.
Jing Tinghua suddenly became anxious and immediately demanded to leave. Others didn't find it strange. After all, businessmen care a lot about feng shui and luck, and today had indeed been quite unlucky.
The organizer hurriedly arranged a car to send him off.
Jing Tinghua saw the car and shrank back, "No need. I'll take my own car."
As soon as Jing Tinghua got back to his car, he started calling Master Chou.
But no one answered.
Bai Yuhuai's fingertips twitched slightly as he put down the phone and asked, "Are we still following him?"
"No need," Jing Jiujiu paused, then said, "When a person's luck turns bad, it always starts with small things and gradually progresses to bigger issues."
"I'm going to sleep now," Jing Jiujiu said and closed his eyes.
Bai Yuhuai's heart twisted slightly, "Alright."
In the Sleeping Beauty Castle, Master Chou had been talking to the void for a long time.
The little robot sighed, "This person seems like a lunatic."
After finishing his talk, Master Chou went downstairs with a smile on his face, then called Jing Tinghua back: "Don't worry. It's nothing..."
But Jing Tinghua anxiously interrupted him: "My luck is starting to turn bad again. Someone has been to the castle, not just the main building, you need to check everything thoroughly..."
As Jing Tinghua spoke, his face grew increasingly ashen: "You know the consequences. If my luck can't be maintained, I'll soon encounter even greater misfortunes. It could be a car accident, or a pedestrian suddenly pulling out a knife to kill me, or a sudden fire... You need to hurry! As soon as possible!"
Master Chou's face, which had been smug before, suddenly changed.
"What?"
He carefully recalled everything he had seen since entering the castle: "I've been fooled!" "That son of yours must have someone helping him!"
Master Chou hurriedly started heading back.
The little robot had been eavesdropping at the door for a long time.
...Why not choose this person to take me to find my host? Losing my host for so many days, I must be the worst system ever!