Chapter 68: That Belongs to the World of the Pretentious Bosses
Chapter 68: That Belongs to the World of the Pretentious Bosses
If it were not to preserve evidence, Bai Jia would have already asked the production crew or his manager to change hotel rooms for him.
The master glanced at the place Bai Jia pointed to.
A long time had passed since the incident. Logically, the damp bedsheet should have long since dried, but when the master touched it, his fingertips still felt moisture.
He leaned in and sniffed it. The lingering foul stench made him frown in disgust.
It was not only the rotten stench of a corpse, nor the decay of river mud, but also an indescribable nauseating odor.
What exactly was the origin of the vengeful ghost clinging to Bai Jia?
Had it not bathed for three hundred years?
The master expressed deep disgust.
Bai Jia nervously asked him, “Master, Master... is that ghost still here?”
His expression was full of fear and anxiety.
If he had not been worried about offending the master, he would have already been pressed right up against him for safety.
“That evil creature is not here. Even if it comes, there is no need to fear it.”
The master took a yellow talisman paper from his pocket and pressed it in front of his eyes, muttering under his breath. Only after finishing did he open his eyes.
He scanned the layout of the room, his expression growing two shades more serious than before.
Using the Yin-Yang Eyes, temporarily activated through the “Opening Eyes Talisman”, the master saw a completely different scene.
The room that had originally been filled with sunlight was now shrouded in gray yin energy, and the air was no longer clean but filled with a cold, nauseating stench.
Such heavy traces meant either the vengeful ghost had left not long ago, or its yin energy was extremely strong and difficult to deal with.
No matter which one it was, the master was not afraid.
As the saying goes, money can make ghosts turn millstones, and mortal wealth can even open paths to the underworld messenger.
Could a vengeful ghost be stronger than underworld messengers?
The master said, “Wait a few more hours. We will set up the altar and cast the ritual when the yin energy is heavier at night.”
Bai Jia quickly asked, “Master, what do you need prepared? I will have someone handle it immediately.”
While he was busy finding the master, the direction of online public opinion had also become unpredictable.
Bai Jia had always been recognized in the entertainment industry as a good husband, a good father, an excellent actor, and someone with an extremely strong network.
With over one hundred million followers on Weibo, and being the only actor whose cumulative film box office exceeded twenty billion, he was the so called top movie emperor.
With such a terrifying resume, the outside world almost deified him.
Yet at this moment, a paparazzi studio suddenly claimed he was living off a partner, had killed his wife and child, and it was like dropping a bomb into the entertainment industry.
Bai Jia’s fans naturally did not believe it and were convinced it was fabricated clickbait by the paparazzi.
Meanwhile, the crowd who had been following the account “Entertainment Circle Melon Farmer” thought there was no smoke without fire.
If Bai Jia had no problems, how would the paparazzi dare to post such claims?
The fact that they dared to post it meant there must be some truth to it, otherwise they would ruin their own reputation.
“Want to be kept and never work again”: Tch, even paparazzi talk about reputation now? What reputation? A chastity plaque for whores?
“Sour Like a Lemon”: My male god is married with a child and has a happy family. You disgusting trash should stop slandering him!
As the first actor with a two hundred billion box office record, Bai Jia’s fan base and combat power were not something a paparazzi Weibo account could match.
Tens of millions of movie emperor fans quickly tore the opposing side to shreds until they were silent.
However, the entertainment industry was a battlefield of power and money, and the forces involved were not limited to gossip followers and Bai Jia fans. There were also other celebrities with conflicts of interest, rival studios, and capital factions involved. This was the real reason the topic stayed at the top of the trending list.
Various paid troll armies also joined in, trying to escalate the situation.
However, Bai Jia’s studio was not idle either. What PR crisis had they not handled before?
The trending topic only stayed hot for a day or two before being replaced by scandals involving other celebrities.
According to insider rumors, some of those scandals were even manipulated behind the scenes by Bai Jia’s studio to divert attention.
During the waiting period, Bai Jia scrolled through Weibo trending topics and saw that his own scandal had already disappeared from the hot list, finally feeling a bit relieved.
The direction of public opinion changed quickly. Today people might fight for one celebrity, tomorrow they might turn into anti-fans and attack them instead.
Bai Jia looked at his phone with darkened eyes.
Once he dealt with the vengeful ghost haunting him, the next target would be that paparazzi. He would send him to jail for a few years and teach him a lesson.
Time passed quickly, slipping away like a whoosh.
Before he realized it, night had already fallen.
“Great master, something bad has happened. Bai Jia has hired a Celestial Master to catch that female ghost.”
Because there was a Celestial Master beside Bai Jia, Ye Wei did not dare to get too close.
After discovering this, she rushed back to report to Pei Ye.
Pei Ye was sitting on the sofa, head down, playing Rhythm Master on her phone.
Ye Wei’s panicked voice made her feel irritated.
“Why are you panicking? You almost ruined my rhythm.”
As a severe perfectionist, she could not tolerate even one imperfect run in a game.
“If that female ghost dies, then won’t the most important ghost witness be gone?” Ye Wei’s plump body trembled as she hid behind her senior brother Gua Nong and acted dramatically. “Great master, I am just worried that Bai Jia might destroy the corpse and eliminate all evidence, leaving us with no proof...”
“Do not worry. Even if that female ghost dies, it does not matter.”
Ye Wei’s mouth twitched.
“How could it not matter?”
Without a witness, a ghost witness, how could they prove Bai Jia killed someone?
Pei Ye said casually, “I heard that in the underworld of Fengdu, there is something called the Book of Life and Death. If that female ghost is destroyed and her soul scattered, there is no need to worry about lack of evidence. We can just go ask Black and White Impermanence to check how she died. If we find it, that would also count as solid evidence, right?”
Ye Wei: “...”
She had been a ghost for so many years and had never even seen someone at the level of Black and White Impermanence, let alone a high ranking underworld messenger.
And yet this great master casually talked about asking Black and White Impermanence to check the Book of Life and Death.
That tone of ease was just like a domineering CEO saying, “The weather has turned cold, let the Wang family go bankrupt.”
That was the world of the pretentious bosses. As an ordinary little ghost, she could only kneel in admiration.
After a while, Pei Ye finally finished her game with a perfect score, satisfying her obsessive tendencies.
“Of course, whether the results of the Book of Life and Death investigation can be used as admissible evidence in the human world, I do not know.”
If they could save that key ghost witness, it would indeed save a lot of trouble.
Ye Wei scratched her head with her short, chubby hand.
“Then what do we do now?”
Since they could call on Black and White Impermanence, there was no need to save the female ghost anymore.
She was just an ordinary person in life and an ordinary ghost in death. She had never seen a Celestial Master in action before and did not want to see it either.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
Pei Ye opened the window, and the night wind outside lifted the hair at her forehead.
“Of course we go save the ghost.”
Under the terrified gazes of the human and the ghost, Pei Ye decisively jumped out of the window.
Gua Nong blurted out, “Holy crap, this is the fifth floor.”
They expected to see Pei Ye smashed to the ground, but instead she was standing perfectly fine on the first floor, waving at them and signaling them to come down.
Come down...
How were they supposed to come down?
Jump out like a cool expert boss?
No, absolutely not.
The ordinary humans who could not act cool chose the normal route and calmly took the elevator downstairs.
Jumping from that height would not just mean death. It would mean lifelong paralysis.
(：з」∠) Suddenly realizing this story is way too absurd. The plot direction is impossible to predict.