Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 12

Chapter 12: A Ghost Who Can Eat

Passing through the Ghost Gate and returning to the incense shop, Sang Jing saw the three weak souls that had been guided there. She thought for a moment, then turned to prepare some incense for them, and also asked the two ghost emissaries to stay.

Seeing this, Hei Wuchang came over. She didn’t need to say anything; just by quietly looking at Sang Jing, Sang Jing would naturally prepare a portion for her as well.

With a room full of ghosts, Sang Jing spent a long time folding ingots.

After lighting the incense, Sang Jing said to the two ghost emissaries, “I’ll have to trouble you two to take them down later.”

These three were the wild ghosts who had possessed people at the gravesite.

The three wild ghosts ate ravenously, only managing to spare a moment to thank Sang Jing profusely. The two ghost emissaries, however, were not so captivated by the incense as to lose their composure. Their attitude towards Sang Jing was even more respectful.

After all, she had a good relationship with Hei Wuchang and could even bring out resentful souls from the eighteen levels of hell. Her background couldn’t possibly be simple.

After eating and drinking their fill, the ghost emissaries took the three wild ghosts down. Only Hei Wuchang and Xie Yu were left at the table, slowly savoring their late-night snack.

Seeing that the ghostly energy on Xie Yu had completely subsided, Sang Jing finally asked, “What happened to you just now?”

She didn’t even look twice, and suddenly she was all riled up.

Xie Yu recalled, “I saw that person’s avatar and it felt very familiar, like I remembered something. But when I looked at the avatar again to think carefully, I suddenly felt very annoyed, and I couldn’t really control myself… I wanted to bite someone.”

Sang Jing’s expression changed slightly. Xie Yu probably didn’t want to bite someone; she wanted to devour a soul. This was an act that only a vengeful ghost that had bred malevolence would do.

Ghosts who knew how to cultivate would possess soul power. The soul power of ghost emissaries like Hei and Bai Wuchang came from Fengdu and incense offerings, which were legitimate means. However, some vengeful ghosts, in order to cultivate as quickly as possible, would choose a domineering and sinister method—devouring other souls to enhance their own soul power.

These vengeful ghosts’ favorite targets were also vengeful ghosts. So, they would sometimes harm people, causing them to die in an extreme manner, then induce that person’s soul to become a vengeful ghost, and then eat it.

Sang Jing got up and came to stand in front of Xie Yu. Xie Yu hadn’t even swallowed her mouthful of incense yet and looked up at her. “What are you—ah!”

Sang Jing pinched Xie Yu’s chin, the web of her thumb and forefinger clamping down on her jaw, lifting her face up. She dabbed a little of the incense from the table on her forehead and under her eyes.

A sharp pain shot through her. Xie Yu frowned and struggled to back away, but her chin was held fast. She could only watch as Sang Jing bent down and leaned in, her nose catching the faint fragrance on her body.

Logically, Xie Yu shouldn’t be able to smell anything now, but Sang Jing had been dealing with yin objects in the incense shop for years, so she carried a bit of the scent of incense on her. To a ghost, it was as enticing as a delicious dessert.

Xie Yu was hungry again.

“It’s really there,” Sang Jing said, seeing black qi start to emerge from the places where she had applied the incense ash. She couldn’t help but ‘tsk’.

She had thought that by feeding Xie Yu some incense and letting her recuperate for a while until she regained her memories and resolved the matter of her death, she could send her to be reincarnated. Now it seemed she had to help her get rid of the malevolence first.

Malevolence was not easy to get rid of; it required merit.

“Do you remember anything now?” Sang Jing let go and lit a few more sticks of incense for Xie Yu.

Xie Yu shook her head.

Not expecting her to be able to say much, Sang Jing sat down to the side, wiped her hands clean with a wet wipe, and then started to look at her phone.

The livestream had ended abruptly in the evening. There were many onlookers this time, and some had been screen-recording from the beginning, so there were many videos of this livestream, and they had spread widely. Coupled with Wen Ying’s traffic effect, her name was still trending even now.

#WhiteWhaleLiveSangJing#

#WenYingPersonaCollapsesOnline#

Clicking on the trending topic, Sang Jing watched a few screen-recorded clips. The few seconds of the bruised, dark ghost face jump scare had already been taken down by the platform. Only the clips of her talking with Qin Yue and Wen Ying remained. People who hadn’t watched the livestream would only find it inexplicable. Looking at the overwhelming trending topics and discussions, it seemed even more like there was a team behind it.

【Didn’t they say they saw a ghost on the livestream? Where’s the ghost? And what’s this Sang Jing’s background? A ‘three-nos’ new streamer who can get Wen Ying to link up and cooperate with her?】

【It’s just hype. Besides, Wen Ying has only gained some fame in the last two years. She’s not some big shot. What if Sang Jing is backed by some big boss? It’s normal for Deep Space Entertainment to abandon her.】

【No, no, no, I watched the whole livestream. It’s definitely not hype! I swear! Sang Jing really has skills, and that assistant of hers is not simple either. She’s a ghost!】

【Keep blowing it up. Ghost, ghost, ghost, what’s with all this feudal superstition all day? The streamer herself wrote ‘Believe in Science’ during the livestream, and you’re still going on about ghosts~~~】

【If you’re not in the metaphysics circle, don’t talk here, okay?】

She had been in the limelight a bit too much these past two days.

Sang Jing thought for a moment and posted her first video on her White Whale Live account.

No music, a pure black background, and four large characters.

Be! lieve! In! Sci! ence!

Tonight’s livestream had gained Sang Jing quite a few fans, over a thousand. Of course, many of them must have followed her just for the entertainment.

Less than a minute after the video was posted, the comment section became lively.

【…】

【???】

【A guilty conscience gives itself away.】

【Playing us for fools.】

【The person above is a fool, don’t include us.】

【So it was all an act? Is the streamer admitting it?】

【Hurry up and tell us what you and Wen Ying talked about!??】

Exiting the online hubbub, Sang Jing closed her eyes, feeling a bit tired. It was already past midnight, and she had to go to work tomorrow.

She raised her hand and rubbed her brow. Sang Jing got up and went upstairs, not noticing Xie Yu following her.

At the door of her room, Sang Jing caught a glimpse of a phantom in her peripheral vision. She turned her head and saw Xie Yu looking at her.

Pointing to the livestreaming room at the end of the corridor, Sang Jing reminded her, “Your room is over there.”

Xie Yu was a little reluctant. “That place is too small. I can’t stretch my legs.”

Sang Jing leaned against the door, looking at her as if she were open to discussion. “Then where do you want to sleep?”

Xie Yu’s eyes darted around and glanced at the room next door. “Is this room empty?”

“Yes, it’s empty,” Sang Jing said with a smile. “But this is the master bedroom.”

The implication was, I’m sleeping in the guest room, and you want to sleep in the master bedroom?

“You, you don’t smile at me like that,” Xie Yu moved a little further away from Sang Jing and muttered under her breath, “If I can’t sleep there, I can’t. You could have just said so. Why smile like that to scare me?”

Sang Jing: “…”

Opening the door and going in, Sang Jing added, “Don’t be too noisy at night. I’m a light sleeper.”

“Oh!”

Xie Yu said and walked towards the livestreaming room, deliberately stomping her feet heavily, though it didn’t actually make much noise.

After taking a shower and throwing her changed clothes into the washing machine, Sang Jing sat on her bed and read a book for a while. The pages were yellowed and old, covered with dense notes and insights. The handwriting was very bold and unrestrained, yet not messy.

Sang Jing had been looking at this handwriting for nearly twenty years, and her own handwriting had become somewhat similar, but her writing had a bit more restraint than the writing in the book, as if it were trapped in a square grid, struggling to break free.

The Ghost Master’s Record stated that there were two types of malevolence in ghosts. One was bred from resentment, and the other was forcibly instilled by a Celestial Master who practiced evil arts.

Sang Jing was studying which type of malevolence Xie Yu had when she suddenly heard a stream of curses from the other side of the wall, filled with anger.

“…?”

What is this ghost doing now?

Sang Jing got out of bed and walked to the livestreaming room next door. The door wasn’t even closed. In front of the brightly lit screen, a ghost’s hands were typing at lightning speed, her mouth muttering nonstop.

“A bunch of ignorant people! So you’re the only ones with hands, huh? You’re the only ones who can go online, huh!”

Sang Jing slowly walked over, came up behind Xie Yu, and bent down to look at the screen.

【Fish in the Sky: Can the hype-building streamer get lost already? You’re ruining the environment of the section. Your water army is everywhere.】

【Sang Jing replied to Fish in the Sky: Look at you, jumping up and down in anger. You just can’t stand to see others being popular, can you?】

【Spring Encounter: I really don’t know what’s so great about this person that’s worth promoting. I watched the livestream too, and it wasn’t as mysterious as they say. It’s obviously cheap special effects, and her face is just so-so, nothing special. And she’s even using Wen Ying for publicity (vomit).】

【Sang Jing replied to Spring Encounter: Oh, so you watch livestreams just to find something to be unhappy about? If cheap special effects can catch your eye, it means the things you usually watch aren’t that great either. Her face is just so-so? Then why do you remember it so clearly? With the time you spend typing on the keyboard, you might as well go improve your aesthetic sense. Otherwise, you’ll find everything you see in this life unpleasant, like a frog in a well who has never seen the world, croaking everywhere. And did Wen Ying personally tell you she was here for publicity?】

【I Have Both a Cat and a Dog Girlfriend: Why do I feel like this is the streamer’s assistant on the account…】

【Sang Jing replied to I Have Both a Cat and a Dog Girlfriend: (heart) (heart) (heart)】

…

Sang Jing: “…”

“Go to bed early.”

A sudden sound by Xie Yu’s ear made her yelp in surprise. She whipped her head around and saw Sang Jing right next to her face.

“You! What are you doing!” Xie Yu clutched her chest, looking at Sang Jing in terror.

Sang Jing straightened up and looked at her with a smile. “You’ve been muttering here for half a day. You’re disturbing me.”

Xie Yu turned her chair to block the screen, her eyes darting around guiltily. She said in a low voice, “Then I won’t talk anymore. You can go back.”

Sang Jing looked at her semi-transparent soul and couldn’t help but want to laugh. She’s blocking nothing.

Bending down again, Sang Jing rested her hands on the armrests of the chair and reached out to turn off the equipment.

Her cool hair fell down, landing on Xie Yu’s shoulder. Xie Yu glanced sideways at Sang Jing’s profile, which was so close, and once again smelled the scent that made her feel hungry.

“The keyboard is also very noisy. It’s late, go to sleep.”

“Sang Jing, I’m hungry.”

The human and the ghost’s voices sounded at the same time.

Sang Jing maintained her bent posture, staring at Xie Yu, and finally said abruptly, “Are you a starving ghost?”

She just ate a whole basin, and she’s hungry again?

Xie Yu: “…”

This person’s words are so harsh. I regret helping her argue with those netizens just now.

Sang Jing turned and left the livestreaming room, closing the door behind her.

The night passed into day.

Sang Jing made breakfast for herself as usual. After taking a few bites, she remembered that she was now raising a ghost who could eat.

So she put down her half-eaten meal and went to wake the ghost up.

At the door of the livestreaming room, Sang Jing raised her hand and knocked. “Xie Yu, time to eat.”

After waiting quietly for a while, there was no response.

Opening the door to the livestreaming room, the curtains were half-drawn, and a few rays of sunlight streamed in. The room was half bright and half dark. In the darkness, in the small space, was a paper bed. Xie Yu, with her tall stature and long legs, could only lie on it curled up.

Seeing this scene, Sang Jing began to wonder if she should prepare a larger space for Xie Yu.

After all, when raising a cat or a dog, a suitable kennel is also necessary.