Bai Ximing lit a calming incense in the room.

Before going to bed every time, Bai Ximing would take a bath, burn incense, and would not allow anyone to sleep next to him. This was a habit he had developed over the years.

People in his line of work take a bath to wash away the evil spirits they have accidentally picked up; they burn incense to prevent ghosts and gods from entering their dreams; as for not having a bedmate, this is also very simple. Ghosts can be prevented with some means, but people cannot. He will not let anyone approach him when he is not awake, even if it is his wife who has known him for half his life.

He doesn't trust anyone.

After doing all this, Bai Ximing lay on the bed covered with brocade silk and fell into a deep sleep.

Not long after, he was woken up by a phone call. He got up from the bed with an angry look on his face, completely losing his usual elegant and easy-going self. He was holding the phone and was about to answer it and say something, but suddenly stopped.

The caller ID shows: unknown number.

The sense of crisis he had developed over the years made him react quickly. He hung up the phone immediately, picked up a Yin-Yang mirror from the wall, and placed the phone on it.

The ringing of the cell phone was not blocked at all and rang again, but he suddenly felt relieved.

The fact that he could get through meant that the other party was not a ghost. It might be that his boss wanted to talk to him about something urgent and he didn't want to leave his phone number. Instead, he placed the phone on the Yin-Yang mirror and pressed the answer and speaker buttons.

"Hello?" A faint female voice came from the phone, mixed with some subtle noises, as if something was rubbing against the receiver.

"Is there anything wrong?" Bai Ximing suppressed his anger for being woken up in the middle of the night and spoke patiently. The call at this time might be because something happened to the big bosses under his control.

There was silence over there, with only a slight sound. Bai Ximing suddenly felt that the sound was familiar. He listened carefully and suddenly remembered that it was the sound of paper! If a piece of paper was rubbed against the receiver, it would make such a sound!

Why do you need to make a phone call through a piece of paper?

"Hehe." A woman's laughter suddenly came from the other end of the phone. She laughed happily, "If you're not dead, you have to answer the phone. Do you understand?"

Bai Ximing was not afraid at all, with the phone under the Yin-Yang mirror. He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you playing such a trick?"

"If you're not dead, you have to answer the phone. Do you understand?" The woman was still repeating this sentence. Her voice was devoid of any emotion, as if she could only say this sentence.

Bai Ximing frowned, hung up the phone, and looked again at the remaining half of the calming incense.

Someone must have tried to scare him on purpose.

After a brief thought, Bai Ximing turned off his phone and put it in a drawer engraved with a lotus seat and Guanyin. Then he put the Yin-Yang mirror on it. At this moment, his hand holding the Yin-Yang mirror suddenly stopped, and a crack appeared where the phone had been placed!

“Ding, ding, ding, ding…”

The life-threatening bell rang again!

The drawer containing the mobile phone was opened with a "click", and the phone, which was turned off and muted, displayed: Unknown number!

Without any hesitation, Bai Ximing took out his cell phone, picked up the Yin-Yang mirror, and smashed the cell phone to pieces. Then he poured a drawer of broken pieces directly from the upstairs, and countless parts fell in the night.

Seeing that not even ashes were left on the phone, Bai Ximing turned around and changed the calming incense. The newly lit incense had an unpleasant burnt smell, but he took a deep breath as if he was enjoying it very much and walked towards his bed.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding…”

The ringing sound seemed to be ringing in the drawer, in the cupboard, under the bed, behind the curtains... in every corner of the room. The horrible ringing sound enveloped Bai Ximing completely, as if there were mobile phones everywhere, and as if he was living in the speaker of the mobile phone.

The ringing of the bell became louder and louder, more urgent and urgent, as if it was threatening someone's life!

Bai Ximing suddenly covered his heart with his hands. He found that his heart was beating faster and faster with the ringing of the bell. He could hardly bear it anymore and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Just when he thought he was going to have a heart attack, the ringing stopped again. Bai Ximing immediately gasped for breath. He almost died from this life-threatening ringing.

"If you're not dead, answer the phone. Do you understand?" The eerie and terrifying female voice rang out in every corner of the room. The person who called seemed to have finally run out of patience and chose to come directly to him, repeating the dark voice.

At the same time, the glass with the talisman paper on it exploded, and the statue of the deity enshrined in the room shattered.

"If you're not dead, you have to answer the phone. Do you understand?"

"If you're not dead, you have to answer the phone. Do you understand?"

Bai Ximing suddenly opened the door and ran out. It's not safe here, it's not safe!

With trembling hands, he tried to open the door of the Bai family's house. Suddenly, a bell rang again. This time it was an old decorative phone placed on the shelf in the living room. He turned around suddenly and looked at the phone.

The phone rang for a long time, waiting for him to answer.

But it was clearly a completely obsolete telephone from the Republic of China era that was not connected to a telephone line.

Bai Ximing calmed down. The other party was still calling him, which meant that he didn't want him to die immediately. Since the Bai family's things couldn't stop the ghost, he would take the initiative and ask the ghost what it wanted.

He walked over and answered the phone.

The eerie female voice was still heard on the other end: "If you are not dead, you must answer the phone. Do you understand?"

"What do you want?" Bai Ximing asked calmly.

At this moment, he finally understood where the slight sound of paper friction came from. If he assumed that the other party was not a human, this would be easy to explain. The person who called him was using a paper phone, and this call came from the underworld!

The repetitive voice did not stop, so Bai Ximing continued: "You want me to help you avenge you? I can help you kill your enemy, all you need to do is tell me the name. If you want the flesh and blood of a living person, I can feed it to you. I can still get a few living people easily."

Bai Ximing has been dealing with ghosts since he was born. As long as the other party tells him what he wants, he is confident that he can control the ghost. Even if he cannot control it immediately, he can lure the ghost and let her fall into the trap step by step.

"Hehe," a laugh came from the other end of the line. The female voice slowed down and repeated, "If you're not dead... you have to answer the phone... Do you understand?"

Click.

The phone was hung up.

Bai Ximing stood there for a while, put down the phone, and sat down on the sofa next to him as if exhausted.

According to experience, this was over, but he didn't expect that such a powerful ghost would target him, and he always felt that the questions asked by this ghost sounded familiar.

Rubbing his face tiredly, Bai Ximing prepared to go back to sleep. His tense nerves and fast-beating heart were too much for his menopausal body to bear, and he needed to rest.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding…”

Bai Ximing suddenly turned around and looked at the phone.

A pale hand with blood-red nail polish stretched out from the receiver, placed it on the bronze receiver, and helped him answer the phone.

"If you're not dead, you have to answer the phone. Do you understand?"

This night did not end.

…

The sunlight fell from the eaves and shattered at the door.

When Chi Shen felt a chill on his body, he immediately opened his eyes, got up refreshed, and casually dragged the red-dressed female ghost who was folding stars with the quilt to the bed. Chi Shen asked Ji Xingchen beside him: "What time is it?"

Ji Xingchen replied: "Seven thirty. It's your first day at work. It's best to arrive at the company half an hour early to leave a good impression on your seniors."

"I slept for seven hours, not bad." Chi Shen was in a very happy mood. It had been a long time since he had enough sleep without the threat of death and without having to worry about survival. He didn't sleep well in the past two days because of troubles. Today he finally had a good sleep.

"Just arrive ten minutes early," Chi Shen changed into the clothes that Ji Xingchen picked for him, "I believe that the seniors in the new company are all generous people and will not dislike me because of such a small matter."

Ji Xingchen did not refute, he just pushed his glasses and said, "Okay."

After changing his clothes and washing his face, Chi Shen cleaned himself up and prepared to go to work. Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask the red-dressed ghost: "Is the telephone game fun?"

The red-dressed ghost waved her newly grown hands, revealing a happy smile she had never had since she became a ghost. She nodded vigorously and said, "It's fun!"

"As long as you are happy." Chi Shen smiled gently and went out in the bright and clear autumn sunlight.

Ji Xingchen returned to Chi Shen’s shadow, and a woman in a floral skirt came out from the corner, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and followed.

In the Bai family's current main house, Bai Ximing was sitting in the living room with a gloomy face. The living room looked like it had been looted. Most of the magical instruments were broken and shattered, and an old telephone used for decoration was smashed to pieces.

Bai Ran stood in the living room, not daring to say a word. He had never seen Bai Ximing so unconcealedly angry. This man, his nominal father, always looked like he had everything under control. This was the first time he saw him lose his composure like this.

Bai Ran's adoptive mother, Chi Shen's biological mother, Ms. Xu Xiuyun, was also sitting in the living room at this moment. She held Bai Ran's hand with one hand and wiped her tears with a tissue with the other hand: "I told you at the beginning not to let that poor child come back. Ran Ran would be wronged, but you didn't listen. Now our family is suffering."

He Lao was also pacing around the living room worriedly: "Bai family, who did you offend?"

"Hold a family meeting!" Bai Ximing slapped the armrest of the sofa and coughed twice. He looked very tired after not sleeping all night. He said viciously, "I'm going to catch this ghost, cook her alive and deep-fry her, so that she can't even go to hell!"

This morning he finally remembered where he said this sentence. It was what he said to Chi Shen last night!

Because he didn't take Chi Shen seriously at all, Bai Ximing never took such condescending words to heart. After hearing it many times, he finally remembered when he said it.

But he still didn't think that it was Chi Shen who did it. After all, Chi Shen was a waste. There must be something that used Chi Shen's hand to cause trouble for him. This person or ghost... must be hiding very deeply.

He held the newly delivered mobile phone, put his finger on the call button to call Chi Shen, frowned and thought for three seconds. What happened last night suddenly emerged in his mind. He immediately let go of his hand and asked someone to take the phone away.

Although Chi Shen is Bai Ximing's son by blood, he definitely had no part in this family meeting. He did not receive any notice and just went to work as usual.

After having breakfast on the roadside, Chi Shen headed to Tengfei Building. Adequate sleep put him in a good mood, and he even smiled along the way.

And downstairs in the Tengfei Building, there was someone familiar to Chi Shen.

Yuan Yiping bought a can of coffee at a nearby convenience store, took a few gulps, and looked at the Tengfei Building opposite.

A few days ago, someone called the police and reported strange footsteps at home. They investigated and found that a low-level ghost had followed the person back home. After carrying out routine follow-up work for the person who called the police, they continued to investigate and found that the ghost came from the 14th floor of Tengfei Building, Ledao Culture Company.

The 14th floor was too strange, so they didn't dare to act rashly and chose to investigate first.

Unexpectedly, he saw someone he knew early this morning.

Seeing the handsome young man walking into Tengfei Building with a smile, Yuan Yiping's eyes brightened.

A lame female ghost in a blue and white floral dress followed him, but he seemed to be clueless.

“This is too pitiful.”

Yuan Yiping heard his colleague's voice saying, "I just witnessed a corpse being eaten by ghosts two days ago, and today I was haunted by ghosts. He is obviously the real young master of the Bai family, but he lives worse than an apprentice from another family. How miserable."

Yuan Yiping raised his hand and threw the coffee can into the trash can, then stood up from the chair in the convenience store: "I'll go help him."

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