Chapter 139 Video Linked to Ghosts

After resting overnight, the group arrived at Editor-in-Chief Tang's luxurious mansion in Beijing at noon the next day when the sun was at its highest.

As soon as I entered, a disheveled girl rushed towards me: "Mom, Mom, Mom, you're finally back! I had another nightmare! Waaaaah~"

Editor-in-Chief Tang quickly caught her daughter, saying anxiously, "Didn't I tell you not to stay home at night these days?" She then introduced her to Zhang Mo and Zhang Chenxiao, "This is my daughter, Tang Manjing."

Tang Manjing felt very wronged: "Of course I remember what you said, so I've been staying at my best friend's house these past few days. If you hadn't said you were bringing the master back today, I wouldn't have dared to come back."

I was just lying on the sofa playing on my phone for a bit, and I accidentally fell asleep. I never expected that in such a short time, I'd have another nightmare!

Zhang Chenxiao asked curiously, "What did you dream about?"

Tang Manjing, whose nerves were on edge, only then noticed that there was someone else next to her mother. When she saw clearly, she immediately exclaimed, "Xiaoxiao?! President Zhang?! Wow, and Little Fox too!"

Editor-in-Chief Tang: "That's right, why aren't you letting the guests in? These are all distinguished guests I specially invited!"

Tang Manjing quickly tidied her messy hair and politely invited the person inside.

The four of them sat down on the sofa in the living room, while the little fox jumped out of Zhang Mo's arms and wandered around the house.

The house was indeed large, with four floors and a total area of ​​over 1,000 square meters. Zhang Mo was too lazy to move; she'd rather send the fox spirit to scout out the situation first.

Tang Manjing was clearly aware of Zhang Chenxiao's reputation as the "Number One Fortune Teller in the Chinese Entertainment Industry," and sitting next to her immediately made her feel much more at ease. She then began to recount her freshly unearthed nightmare: "At first, it was just a very ordinary nightmare, the kind that many people often experience. After starting work, I even dreamed that I was taking the college entrance exam and writing a math paper..."

She had assumed that Zhang Mo and Zhang Chenxiao, being her peers, would easily empathize with her. But—

Zhang Chenxiao didn't understand: "I don't know, I've never taken the college entrance exam."

Zhang Mo was even more confused: "The college entrance exam math paper is very simple, why is it described as a nightmare?"

Tang Manjing: "......"

Human joys and sorrows are indeed not shared.

Editor-in-Chief Tang: "Ahem, let's get to the point."

Tang Manjing sighed and continued, "Anyway, I dreamt about taking the college entrance exam again. But thankfully it wasn't math, it was Chinese."

I've always been good at Chinese since I was little, and I was so confident. But when I flipped through the test paper, I found out that I had to write a 4,000-word essay!

"Finally, before the exam ended, I finished writing four thousand words, and then another examiner popped up and said I didn't have enough substance and needed to write eight thousand words to pass." Tang Manjing was utterly devastated. "Who writes eight thousand words by hand for a high school essay?! It's inhuman! When I was a sophomore in college, I couldn't even squeeze out that many words in a day when writing online novels, sob sob, it's too much..."

Editor-in-Chief Tang, Zhang Mo, and Zhang Chenxiao: "..."

That's really terrible.

Zhang Mo thought for a moment: "Are your nightmares always about these things? Are they all about writing novels or screenplays?"

Tang Manjing looked at her with teary eyes: "Pretty much. They say you dream about what you think about during the day. I haven't even finished the beginning of my graduation script yet. It's normal to dream about these things because of anxiety, right?"

Zhang Mo neither confirmed nor denied it.

Just then, the sound of a little fox came from upstairs.

The four of them immediately rushed up the stairs.

The little fox was squatting on a bed covered with silver-gray silk sheets, patting an Apple laptop on the bed with its little paws.

Tang Manjing let out a sharp scream, hugging her mother tightly: "It's this computer! It disappears the day after I write something!!! I threw it away a few days ago! Why is it back?!?"

Editor-in-Chief Tang exclaimed in horror, "Could it be that the ghost is inside the computer?"

Zhang Mo looked around the room, but his Yin-Yang Eyes didn't see any ghostly figures.

So she stopped pretending and asked the little fox directly, "Inside?"

The little fox nodded.

"Can it be done in time?"

The little fox shook its head.

Tang Manjing cried, "It's all over! 'Child's Play,' 'Annabelle,' 'The Ring,' 'Ju-on,' 'Paranormal Activity,' 'Insidious,' and 'Evil Dead' are all like this—once you're hooked, you can't shake it off!!!"

Zhang Chenxiao's expression was complicated: "...Or maybe you should watch fewer horror movies in the future."

Meanwhile, Zhang Mo had already come up with a solution. She looked at Editor-in-Chief Tang and asked, "Could you help me find a data cable?"

Editor-in-Chief Tang easily found a three-in-one charging cable on his daughter's messy desk and handed it to Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo took the cable, plugged one end into her phone and the other into her computer, opened the laptop screen, and then said loudly, "Xiao Tian, ​​classmate."

Xiao Tian: "Yes, Master."

Zhang Mo: "I want to have a video call with the ghost inside this computer."

Xiao Tian: "Yes, Master."

A few seconds later, a video call appeared on the laptop screen, and a young, unfamiliar woman dressed in ethnic minority clothing appeared in the video frame.

Zhang Chenxiao, Editor-in-Chief Tang, and Tang Manjing were all stunned.

Even the little fox blinked in surprise, having never seen anything like it before.

The only consolation was that the female ghost seemed even more terrified than they were...