Chapter 69: Ghost Driver

Chapter 69: Ghost Driver

If not for leaving evidence, Bai Jia would have already asked the crew or his agent to change his hotel room.

The Master glanced at the place Bai Jia pointed to.

A long time had passed since the incident, and normally the damp bedsheet should have already dried, but when the Master touched it, there was still wet residue on his fingertips.

He leaned in and sniffed, and the lingering fishy stench made him furrow his brows in disgust.

This was not only the rotten stench of a corpse and the foul smell of river mud, but also an indescribable 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 asked nervously, “Master, Master… is that ghost still here?”

His face was filled with fear and anxiety.

If not for worrying about offending the Master, he would have already been pressed up close to him for safety.

“The evil creature is not here. Even if it comes, there is no need to fear.”

The Master took out a yellow talisman from his pocket and pressed it in front of his eyes, muttering incantations before opening his eyes again.

He scanned the room, his expression turning more serious than before.

Using the “Eye Opening Talisman” to temporarily activate his Yin-Yang Eyes, the scenery in the Master’s vision was completely different.

The room that had been bathed in sunlight was now filled with gray yin energy, and the air was no longer clean, instead saturated with an indescribable cold and fishy 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.

Regardless of what kind of vengeful ghost they were facing this time, the Master was not afraid.

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts work, and mortal wealth can also open the way to underworld messengers.

Could a vengeful ghost be stronger than an underworld messenger?

The Master said, “Wait a few more hours. We will set up the ritual when the yin energy is stronger at night.”

Bai Jia hurriedly asked, “Master, what do you need prepared? I will have someone handle it immediately.”

While he was busy finding the Master, the online situation had also become increasingly chaotic.

Bai Jia had always been publicly recognized in the entertainment circle as a good husband, good father, and an actor with excellent skills and a vast network.

With over a hundred million followers on Weibo, and being the only movie emperor whose cumulative box office exceeded twenty billion, his reputation was extremely formidable.

With such an exaggerated resume, the outside world had almost elevated him to a godlike status.

Yet at this moment, a paparazzi studio was claiming he was living off a partner, and that he had killed his wife and child. It was like dropping a bomb into the entertainment industry.

Bai Jia’s fans naturally did not believe it, firmly insisting it was fake news fabricated by paparazzi for traffic.

Meanwhile, the crowd following the account Entertainment Circle Melon Farmer felt that where there is smoke, there must be fire.

If there was nothing wrong with Bai Jia, how would the paparazzi dare to expose him?

If they dared to expose it, it meant there was at least some truth, otherwise they would ruin their own credibility.

[Want to Be Kept and Never Work]: Tch, even paparazzi care about credibility now? What credibility? A prostitute’s chastity memorial arch?

[Turned Into a Lemon]: My idol is married with children and has a happy family. You filthy garbage should stop slandering him!

As the first movie emperor with over twenty billion box office earnings, Bai Jia’s fanbase and fighting power were far beyond what a paparazzi Weibo account could compare with.

Countless movie emperor fans tore them apart until they were silent.

However, the entertainment industry was a battlefield of fame, power, and interests. Those involved were not only gossip-seekers and fans of Bai Jia, but also other celebrities and capital forces with conflicts of interest and resource disputes with him. This was the real reason the topic stayed trending.

Various hired accounts also joined in, trying to escalate the situation.

However, Bai Jia’s studio was not to be trifled with. They had handled countless public relations crises before.

The trending topic only lasted a day or two before being replaced by other celebrities’ scandals.

According to rumors, the scandals that were dragged out to distract attention were possibly being manipulated behind the scenes by Bai Jia’s studio itself.

While waiting, Bai Jia scrolled through Weibo trends and found that his own scandal was no longer trending. He finally let out a small sigh of relief.

The internet changed quickly. One day people would fight for a celebrity, the next day they might turn into antis.

Bai Jia’s eyes darkened as he looked at his phone.

Once he dealt with the vengeful ghost haunting him, the next target would be that paparazzi. He would make sure they spent a few years in prison.

Time passed quickly, slipping away like water.

Before long, as if in the blink of an eye, the sky had darkened.

“Master is in trouble. Bai Jia has hired a Celestial Master to capture that female ghost.”

Because there was a Celestial Master beside Bai Jia, Ye Wei did not dare get too close.

After discovering this, she rushed back like the wind to report to Pei Ye.

Pei Ye was sitting on the sofa, head down, tapping her phone and playing a rhythm game.

Ye Wei’s panicked voice sounded especially sharp to her.

“What are you panicking for? You almost ruined my rhythm.”

As a severe perfectionist, she could not tolerate a single imperfect run.

“If that female ghost dies, then we lose the most important ghost witness,” Ye Wei said as her plump body trembled, hiding behind her senior brother Gua Nong. “Master, what if Bai Jia is ruthless and destroys the body, leaving no evidence…”

“Don’t worry. Even if that ghost dies, it does not matter.”

Ye Wei’s mouth twitched.

“How can that not matter?”

Without a witness, a ghost witness, how could they prove Bai Jia killed someone?

Pei Ye said casually, “I heard that in Fengdu, there is something called the Book of Life and Death. If that female ghost is destroyed and her soul is scattered, there is still no need to worry about lack of evidence. We can just go ask Black Impermanence to check how she died. If we find it, that would 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 Impermanence, let alone asking an underworld messenger to check the Book of Life and Death.

Yet this Master spoke so casually, as if it were nothing.

That tone was just like a domineering CEO saying, “Let the Wang family go bankrupt because the weather turned cold.”

That was the world of the overbearing elite.

An ordinary little ghost like her could only kneel in admiration.

After a while, Pei Ye finally finished her game, achieving a perfect score that satisfied her obsessive tendencies.

“Of course, whether the records in the Book of Life and Death 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 chubby hand.

“Then what do we do now?”

Since they could even call on Black 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 fight before, and she did not want to see it either.

When gods fight, mortals suffer.

Pei Ye opened the window, and the night wind 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 jumped straight out of the window.

Gua Nong blurted out, “Holy crap, that is the fifth floor.”

They expected to see her smashed to pieces on the ground, but instead, Pei Ye 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?

No, absolutely not.

The ordinary humans chose the normal route and obediently took the elevator downstairs.

From that height, going down would not just mean death. It would mean lifelong paralysis or disability.

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Suddenly realizing this story was getting absurdly chaotic, and the plot direction was impossible to predict.