"Sister, this guy has evil intentions. He pretended to be from a funeral home to steal someone's freshly-burned ashes. He also stole the blood of homeless people in the middle of the night. He also went deep into the mountains and forests to catch rare animals to use in refining evil spirits. Call the police and have him taken away."

Wen Xi was too lazy to look at Taoist Lao Yu’s horrible face, so he stood up and told Wen Qinglian.

"The hotel is haunted, is he responsible?"

Wen Qinglian stared at Taoist Lao Yu with a bad look, then glanced at Manager Tang. Manager Tang immediately understood and went to the corridor to call the police.

"Yes, but there must be someone behind him!"

Wen Xi's eyes were dark and unclear. She suddenly looked towards the camera and sneered, "Maybe you're still watching our live broadcast right now. Don't worry, I can easily control such a low-level Taoist priest. It will be easy to catch you by following the clues. Just wait, little mice."

[Ahhh! Beautiful sister, you are so domineering! I like you so much, I want to be controlled by you too!]

[Who is targeting the Wen family? They're one of the four most powerful families in Changjing City!]

Is this a conspiracy theory? Who knows if the streamer just wanted to attract traffic and deliberately created this stunt? After all, the person has been found, so shouldn't the matter end here?

Wen Qinglian didn't want Wen Xi to get involved in the infighting among the wealthy families, so she held her hand and shook her head calmly.

The Wen family had finally found their sister, and they loved her so much that they couldn't wait to let such a dark place stain her!

Seeing the matter coming to an end, Sun Wenbin, realizing he had been completely defeated, unwillingly moved his camera in front of Taoist Lao Yu and asked, "Tell me, is there someone behind you? Who is it?"

"Uh-huh, buh-dong!"

Taoist Old Yu's eyes flickered, and it seemed as if he had something in his mouth. He couldn't explain clearly, but he still shook his head to deny it.

Sun Wenbin said, "No one instructed me to do that, right? It seems that even what the anchor said isn't always accurate."

"Are you looking for trouble?"

The evil spirit floated in front of him, staring at him with cold eyes. A chill ran through his heart. Sun Wenbin shook his head in fear, "No, no, I'm showing the audience the truth."

"The truth? Don't be so selfless. People like you will do anything for traffic."

Wen Xi glanced at him and said, "Half a year ago, you used the gimmick of a little girl jumping off a building to live-stream at her grave late at night, frequently taking photos of her with your camera. Do you think that there are no portrait rights in the underworld?"

Sun Wenbin's face turned pale, his eyes flickered, and he stammered, "I, I was speaking up for her. I meant well."

"Haha, you said something so high-sounding, but do you believe it yourself? Then you deceived her mother's trust, saying that you could summon spirits. You went into her room and searched through all her private parts. Wasn't that what you did?"

Sun Wenbin's body trembled, and he looked at her with wide eyes, "You, how do you know all this?"

The grave was being broadcast live, and after looking through the information on the Internet, she knew it was a normal thing.

But going to the girl's house was Sun Wenbin's private act, and most people didn't know about it.

Wen Xi smiled, pointed at his shoulder and said, "Of course that little girl told me!"

Sun Wenbin froze, as if frozen in time. He didn't even dare look back, goosebumps all over his body. He asked fearfully, "You, are you talking nonsense? How could there be a little girl behind me?"

Old man Li pointed at his shoulder and said, "What's the matter? Can't you see the little girl? I can show you."

Sister La smiled sinisterly, "Let me open your eyes."

La Jie's ghost hand touched Sun Wenbin's eyes, and Sun Wenbin immediately felt a chill on his shoulder. When he glanced up, he could see a blue-black hand on his shoulder pulling at him.

Sun Wenbin's eyes rolled back, his legs suddenly went weak, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

Wen Qinglian asked curiously, "Why can't we see it?"

"Big sister, it's better not to see it. The little girl died horribly. She fell from the 28th floor and was a bloody mess!"

"How pitiful! Is this too much to think about?"

Wen Qinglian could probably only see a black shadow on Sun Wenbin's shoulder, but after hearing what Wen Xi said, she didn't want to see it clearly anymore.

Oh my god, I also saw a dark shadow on Sun Wenbin's shoulder and thought it was a ghost in the hotel. I know from the news six months ago that this guy is indeed immoral, but many people still watch his live broadcast just for the hype.

[It seems that several of his previous live broadcasts were made popular by this kind of news. He is not afraid of losing his good karma by visiting people's graves.]

[Isn't this posted? That little girl is so pitiful. They still haven't figured out why she jumped from the building. Wasn't it said at the time that she was forced to death by her mother? But her mother cried so miserably, I don't think that's the case!]

Sun Wenbin began to plead, "Miss Wen, Aunt Wen, I didn't even realize she was always by my side. Can you please get rid of her? For today's live PK, don't even mention half of the gift money, I can give it all to you."

"No, I don't need that kind of dishonest money. You've already lost the game!"

Wen Xi said coldly, "Don't you know in your heart why she follows you?"

Sun Wenbin's face twisted, his mouth closed and he refused to speak, obviously feeling guilty.

"You went to the little girl's room and found clues about who forced her to jump. You then threatened that person into giving you some money. During your livestream, you then misled the girl's mother, causing her to suffer online violence to this day!"

Wen Xi didn't give him a chance to breathe, and peeled off the hypocritical coat on him. "So, why do you think she followed you? I can't help you with this matter. The person who tied the bell must untie it. Only when you think clearly can you save yourself."

Sun Wenbin looked very flustered, and his entire back felt as if it were being pricked by needles.

"I won this live PK."

Wen Xi just clicked on the live broadcast platform, which meant the PK was over. He was far ahead on the gift list and Sun Wenbin couldn't catch up. Even Sun Wenbin's fans flocked into Wen Xi's live broadcast room.

Seeing the PK rewards coming in, Wen Xi smiled and was quite satisfied.

"Miss Wen, please don't forget about these ghosts! Don't let them become wandering ghosts again!"

[Think of the money from these gifts as a way to accumulate merit for yourself. I'll give more, and I'll ask the host to handle them properly.]

[You believe a streamer with a ghost around him? I'm afraid he's just pretending to be nice to gain popularity.]

Wen Xi glanced at the livestream comments and said, "I know. I will take care of these ghosts and send them to reincarnation."