A Lucrative Night and an Embarrassing Revelation

After the incident with raising the imp concluded, the livestream’s popularity gradually dwindled. By the latter half of the night, the livestream room was practically deserted; after all, who would willingly linger in such an eerie livestream room late at night?

Moreover, with the arrival of the early morning hours, coupled with the surge in supernatural occurrences over the past two years, many had forcibly broken their habit of staying up late. Everyone universally agreed that their previous late-night escapades were mere trifles; only those with truly iron wills dared to burn the midnight oil now. After midnight, one was bound to encounter something unsettling. Even if it didn’t cost them their lives, a mere fright would be a significant ordeal.

Just like…

Bai Wanwan mused, looking up at Liu Hanzhi, who was floating near the ceiling, just outside the livestream camera’s range.

“The earnings today were quite good, weren’t they? I contributed a lot, didn’t I? Could you perhaps buy me some high-grade incense?”

Although Liu Hanzhi now possessed a physical form, she still relished the sensation of weightlessly hovering in the air, because she found Bai Wanwan’s bed board excessively hard, feeling as if it were merely a plank of wood covered with a sheet, barely passable for sleep.

Bai Wanwan didn’t refute her, nor did she scold her for being finicky, because it was indeed true…

‘What could she do? She simply had no money.’

“Let’s end the broadcast.”

Without a fixed salary, there was no point in staying up to finish the broadcast time in an empty livestream room. She might as well rest early and rise early tomorrow to procure some daily necessities.

“Alright, I’ll help you tally today’s earnings.”

Liu Hanzhi skillfully ended the livestream, then picked up Bai Wanwan’s phone and began fiddling with it. Observing the earnings and follower count in the backend, Liu Hanzhi, dressed in her little zombie cosplay outfit, nodded with great satisfaction.

Her efforts tonight had not been in vain.

Bai Wanwan’s followers had grown from a mere handful to over a thousand.

The earnings from this livestream alone amounted to over 1700 yuan, available for withdrawal by tomorrow morning. For the penniless duo of one human and one ghost, this was undoubtedly a substantial sum.

“Hehe, we’re one step closer to clearing our debts. So, how about it? Has that Uncle Liu sent you the specific details of that commission yet?”

Liu Hanzhi, cradling the phone, floated into the bathroom. She watched Bai Wanwan meticulously brush her teeth with a small toothbrush, her cute cheeks puffed out, showing no intention of acknowledging Liu Hanzhi.

“This paltry sum? We’re still a long way from clearing our debts. You’re quite optimistic, aren’t you?”

Bai Wanwan spat out the toothpaste foam, speaking indistinctly.

“This is so much more lucrative than my old gigs—fortune-telling by the overpass or putting screen protectors on phones!”

Liu Hanzhi slowly descended, hanging upside down, until she was before the mirror. Her long, slender hair cascaded like a waterfall. With a faint smile playing on her lips and mirth in her eyes, she met Bai Wanwan’s gaze while still inverted.

She attempted to capture Bai Wanwan’s attention with her playful antics, hoping to draw her into conversation.

Unbeknownst to her, now that she had a physical body, the skirt of her little zombie cosplay outfit had sagged due to gravity, completely losing its intended covering effect.

Bai Wanwan wiped the toothpaste foam from her mouth. She cast a fleeting glance at the beautifully curved, thick blackness, which even showed some faint details, then instinctively frowned and said, “I recall making you a pair of panties when I crafted your paper effigy.”

“Ugh!”

The flustered little ghost only then realized something was amiss. She hastily pressed down on the chilly fabric beneath her skirt, then flipped herself upright.

“How was I supposed to know the body you burned for me would be like this? And you’re still looking!”

A flush of embarrassment spread across Liu Hanzhi’s pretty face. Bai Wanwan, however, didn’t bother her further; she was merely teasing the little ghost.

How solid were Bai Wanwan’s skills? Forget to include details when crafting a paper effigy? Impossible!

She could replicate exactly how many hairs Liu Hanzhi had and how many moles dotted her body, down to the last detail!

“I’m trying to discuss something serious with you. Could you please not look so distracted?”

Feeling unamused, Liu Hanzhi began idly scrolling through the past bullet comments left in the livestream room.

“Hey, hey, hey, let me ask you, what do they mean by… ‘there’s a zombie in the livestream room, I need to go to a Taoist temple’?”

“And this one, ‘Sister, can you give me your QQ Zone’? What does that mean? Do people still use that social platform?”

The little ghost continued to pester Bai Wanwan. Suddenly, the cracked-screen phone in her hand began to ring.

Bai Wanwan instinctively assumed it was a debt collection call, but debt collectors wouldn’t call so late at night, and besides, the number seemed vaguely familiar, a local number from Baishi City.

Bai Wanwan pondered for a moment, unable to recall why the number felt familiar, yet she answered it nonetheless.

From the other end of the line, a familiar burst of noisy music erupted. Bai Wanwan instantly remembered why the number had seemed so familiar.

“Miss Bai? It’s me again, the manager from the Golden Hundred Grand Nightclub…”