Ji Fuyao

Si Mucheng listlessly drew talismans on a piece of talisman paper, which Wen Ya had given him. Earlier, Zhang Wei's loss of consciousness at night had affected Si Mucheng, so the next night Wen Ya gave him a calming talisman, which worked very well; he slept soundly that night. Si Mucheng was overjoyed and began pestering Wen Ya to teach him how to draw talismans.

"Once I learn how to do it, I'll go to school and sell it to students who have insomnia. Dali had insomnia before!"

Wen Ya didn't care what he was going to do with the talisman. The calming talisman was the most basic talisman, anyone with hands could do it. But she didn't expect that even Si Mucheng, who had hands, couldn't do it. He drew it for two days but still couldn't draw it well. What he drew was really just scribbles.

Si Mucheng tossed aside a badly drawn talisman and spoke to Zhang Wei outside the window: "So, Guo Li didn't actually bully you?"

Zhang Wei looked thoughtful: "Yes... he is a good person."

After getting to know Guo Li, Si Mucheng realized he wasn't a truly evil person; in fact, he seemed a bit cold on the outside but warm on the inside. "But was your death related to him?"

Wen Ya remained unmoved; she was getting used to Si Mucheng's gossipy nature.

Zhang Wei thought for a while: "I... can't remember, but it should be okay..."

"Well," Si Mucheng's anger deflated after getting no useful information. "I thought you remembered everything, but it turns out you didn't."

Zhang Wei felt quite guilty: "I... I just remembered the team leader, and I always felt that he was a good person."

Si Mucheng was quite disappointed, sighing repeatedly. After a while, he asked Wen Ya, "So, are we just going to stay here like this? Is there nothing to do?"

Wen Ya was certain. This person was bored, so she calmly glanced at him and said, "I've done everything I could. If the time hadn't been set, I would have used a purification spell to send 'him' away right now."

"Hey, Guo Liguang said it will be released this week, but he didn't say which day... Shouldn't we do something else? Should we go back to the game company and check? If we get more information, we won't be so passive."

Wen Ya remained silent. She had always disagreed with interfering too much in the affairs of ghosts before their death. Even a Taoist priest had no right to judge right and wrong.

She hadn't been able to stop Si Mucheng from the start, and things had gotten somewhat out of control. She pondered the implications of this hesitation.

"Now that things have come to this, we can only wait and see." However, time is running out.

Seeing that Wen Ya was hesitant, Si Mucheng tapped his left palm with his right fist: "I remember their company name. If they launch, there will be pre-launch press releases, right?" He picked up his phone but hesitated again, "But their company is so small, can they really handle that?"

Thinking too much is pointless; it's better to just take action. Si Mucheng searched online for a long time and finally found Zhang Wei's game company's official website. He couldn't help but sigh, "The rich second generation is really something. They run a company with no business whatsoever, yet they still managed to create an official website."

There's a press release on the official website that says there will be a live stream on the day the game launches, during which the game will be introduced and beta test accounts will be distributed—it's basically a publicity stunt.

After checking the time and location of the live stream, Si Mucheng excitedly said to Wen Ya, "Found it! It's tomorrow. Want to join in the fun?"

He seemed eager to try, and Wen Ya remained silent for a moment. This guy really loves excitement!

Perhaps sensing Wen Ya's disapproval, he smiled and raised his chin, gesturing to Zhang Wei floating outside: "We should let this long-awaited ghost brother witness it with his own eyes. 'He' has been waiting for this for many years."

So, the next day, the two people and the ghost came to the park again.

The live stream started at 10:00 AM. There was an exhibition hall on the first floor of the office building, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing out of the building. Si Mucheng could see the promotional posters and roll-up banners from outside, which were decorated with colorful ribbons, making it look very festive and grand.

"Ha!" Si Mucheng peeked inside from outside. "What a grand display!" He then said to the ghost beside him, "Look, is this your game?"

Zhang Wei's usually expressionless face suddenly broke into a smile: "Yes, I can feel it."

Si Mucheng was surprised for a moment: "Is this something you can sense?"

“Obsessions are fulfilled, and ghosts can sense them,” Wen Ya explained calmly.

Si Mucheng nodded knowingly. His attention was now focused on the exhibition hall of the building. However, just as he was watching the busy people in the exhibition hall, he suddenly made eye contact with someone inside.

The man still had his hair neatly combed, and today he was wearing a suit, which showed how much he valued the occasion. The lines between his eyebrows were even deeper, making him look older and more unapproachable than he actually was.

Si Mucheng wasn't afraid and even waved to Guo Li. He thought that after drinking a few days ago, he and Guo Li could be considered friends. However, in response to his greeting, Guo Li just coldly looked away and went about his own business.

Si Mucheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, muttering to himself, "This Guo Li is really quite unpredictable."

At 10 o'clock, the live stream started. Si Mucheng was outside, holding his phone, when he found the game company's live stream on the platform and watched it with Zhang Wei.

There weren't many people in the live stream. When Si Mucheng saw Guo Li appear on camera, he began to introduce the game in a serious and methodical manner.

Si Mucheng had only come to join in the fun, but unexpectedly, Guo Li's emotionless introduction piqued his interest. As he read, he chatted with Zhang Wei, "Not bad, it seems quite interesting."

Zhang Wei blinked twice: "Really? Really?"

Si Mucheng laughed: "Are you so insecure about what you made? So, is it really yours?"

Zhang Wei understood what he meant and nodded: "It was the framework and story background that I initially built with the team leader."

Si Mucheng asked in surprise, "Then why did it take so long? Didn't you say it was almost online?"

Zhang Wei hesitated for a moment, then finally made up his mind: "Actually, it was the team leader who prevented me from logging in. I only remember that we had a huge argument, and then I died." At the moment of his death, what he kept thinking about and couldn't let go of was the game he couldn't log into, so it became an obsession that he couldn't let go of.

Si Mucheng subconsciously said, "So he's going to take over the game now?" The next second he realized he had thought too badly of the person and quickly tried to cover it up, "Um, I was just talking nonsense."

Zhang Wei didn't react much to these words. He just smiled and said, "It's okay, as long as I can get online." He looked at the promotional exhibition hall full of game characters. Even though he was a ghost, you could still see a radiance in him: "I am so ordinary and inconspicuous, but as long as I accomplish this, my life will be a little different, and I will have a little bit of a highlight."

Si Mucheng's expression softened, and after a while he smiled: "Even without this game, your life is still shining."

Zhang Wei was stunned and turned to look at him. Si Mucheng stared at him and smiled, "Look, you came out of the mountains to get into university, so your grades must be very good. You are diligent and honest, which are all good qualities. How can they not be considered shining points? So, don't underestimate yourself. Even if you are an ordinary person, you are unique."

Wen Ya remained silent for a moment before looking seriously at Si Mucheng.

Zhang Wei seemed to be hearing these words for the first time. He had always grown up hearing the words "make something of yourself." However, even though he was a golden phoenix that flew out of the mountains, he was not dazzling enough among the elites of the big city.

But at this moment, something seemed to dissipate in his heart, and a look of relief appeared on his face as he smiled: "You're right."

The one-hour live stream finally ended, and Si Mucheng casually grabbed a beta test account. Since he had nothing else to do, he planned to play the game later.

As the people in the exhibition hall began to pack up, Si Mucheng jumped down from the railing, patted his bottom, and said to Wen Ya, "Let's go."

Wen Ya nodded, glanced at the sky, and thought that she should be able to send Zhang Wei away today.

Just as the two turned to leave, they were suddenly stopped by someone.

"Hello."

Upon hearing the voice, Si Mucheng paused before turning around, and sure enough, Guo Li was standing behind him.

Wen Ya frowned and went on alert.

Guo Li looked at Si Mucheng and said in a flat tone, "You are Zhang Wei's relatives, right?"

Si Mucheng hadn't expected him to suddenly mention Zhang Wei, and he straightened up a bit: "I..."

Guo Li didn't care about his answer and explained, "A young administrative girl from our company saw me walking with you. Did you talk to her before? She told me. Don't be angry with her. If you want to hate someone, hate me. She's just a young girl and doesn't know anything. Don't cause trouble for her."

Si Mucheng suddenly realized what had happened when he recalled the girl he had initially dragged along to ask for information. He chuckled and said, "Brother, I'm not some scoundrel. Why would I bother a girl over something like this?"

Guo Li nodded: "I know you're a good kid, just like Zhang Wei."

When Si Mucheng realized that his previous ulterior motives for approaching me had been exposed, he was no longer nervous and joked, "Brother, you're not here to cause me trouble, are you?"

Guo Li smiled and said, "How could that be? It was originally my fault. It's normal for your family to have doubts about Zhang Wei's death."

Si Mucheng and Wen Ya exchanged a glance. Since the last time, Si Mucheng had noticed that Guo Li seemed to have been feeling very guilty. He blamed Zhang Wei's death on himself, but Zhang Wei said that Guo Li was a good person and that "his" death had nothing to do with him.

Guo Li looked dejected: "Let me treat you to a meal. I told Zhang Wei before that I would treat him to a buffet, but he said he had never been to one. In the end, we never went."

Even so, they didn't go to the buffet. After consulting with Wen Ya, Si Mucheng went to "Youjian Tea House" again. However, in order to have a proper conversation, Si Mucheng asked the owner for a private room on the second floor.

Guo Li glanced around the quaint room and smiled, "I've been here so many times but never been up to the second floor. By the way, how are Zhang Wei's parents...?"

Si Mucheng was stunned. He didn't know either. He was just an imposter, but he still simulated the other person's state of mind and answered with a forced smile: "It's probably not very good, but as long as I can survive, I will try my best to survive."

Guo Li paused for a moment before saying, "You've all heard the rumors in the company that I kept scolding Zhang Wei, which is why he couldn't take it and committed suicide. Actually, that's not entirely wrong."