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Zhong Kui's Diary
Damn, let's see what you're up to.
I got up and walked over to Wang Bingbing, my gaze instinctively glancing into the bedroom: "What's in there?"
"Uh, Ghost Brother, I don't need you to look into the bedroom, I just need you to come over here," Wang Bingbing smiled.
"What do you mean?"
"You'll find out soon."
After waiting for about ten seconds, Wang Bingbing finally called me to walk back to the Coffee Table with her, pointing at the wooden box: "Ghost Brother, take another look!"
Following her finger, I looked over but saw nothing unusual. Just as I was about to question her intentions, a flash of realization struck me. I quickly glanced at the Cigarette Case next to the wooden box and indeed, the wooden box had moved about three centimeters away from where it was originally stuck to the Cigarette Case.
I was certain that there was no one else in the room besides Wang Bingbing and me. Given this situation, there was only one possibility: the wooden box had moved on its own.
Earlier in the concert's backstage makeup room, I had already noticed that this wooden box could move by itself. At that time, I didn't know what was inside, so I found it quite astonishing. But now that I knew it contained a Child Ghost, my astonishment naturally turned into horror.
Damn, could it be that this Child Ghost has gained consciousness?
As far as I know, all Child Ghosts are controlled by people; they either help their masters earn money in casinos or control beautiful women for their masters' pleasure, acting according to their master's consciousness. But if a Child Ghost has its own consciousness, it would start to rebel against its master.
Wang Bingbing was so eager to find me; could it be that this Child Ghost has already begun to rebel against her?
I said solemnly, "When did this situation arise?"
"I came to Star City, and this situation just appeared yesterday morning," Wang Bingbing said, her face filled with helplessness and shock.
To be honest, I only knew a little about these Child Ghosts, and the reason I was aware of such chaotic matters was that Fatty and I had once used the Child Ghost gimmick to swindle others, so I had studied the relevant knowledge.
From what I understood, if a Child Ghost began to backfire against its master, the only solution was to find a more powerful Ghost King to kill it.
Damn, where would a Ghost King come from now? All the Cultivators and Demons had already been stripped of their powers. Ji Wuyuan, Song Yuqing, and even the most powerful Yazhi had all fallen to the status of ordinary people. As for how far they could cultivate in the future, that depended on their own fortunes. But right now, it was evident from how Fatty could bully A Li without restraint just how weak they were.
Uh, there was still a way. I could call Lou Wei... Qiongqi for help. After all, he was one of the Top Ten Dark Demon Kings and had already broken through. Surely he would be more powerful than this Child Ghost?
I took out my phone and was about to dial Lou Wei when I glanced at Wang Bingbing. Seeing her look of panic made me hesitate. I put down the phone and asked, "I suppose you know that this Child Ghost has possessed someone?"
Wang Bingbing nodded repeatedly. "Yes."
"Who told you?" I frowned and asked.
"Baidu!"
I was speechless. I picked up my phone again and turned to dial Lou Wei. Just as I turned around, my peripheral vision caught a strange smile on Wang Bingbing's face.
My heart suddenly sank, and I turned my head sharply. Wang Bingbing still wore a sorrowful expression, as if I had just imagined it.
Could it be that I really imagined it? Or did Wang Bingbing have other motives? My gaze instinctively moved down from Wang Bingbing's face. Perhaps due to nervousness, she tightly grasped a string of beads on her left wrist with her right hand, fidgeting restlessly.
Just as I was about to look away, a thought struck me. The last time Fatty and I scared someone with the Child Ghost Statue, we had hidden a remote control inside it and manipulated the statue to move slowly. Some things were just like that... Could it be that someone was playing tricks with this Child Ghost?
Connecting this with Wang Bingbing's earlier strange smile made my suspicions grow even stronger. I no longer rushed to make the call; instead, my gaze lingered on the bead chain around Wang Bingbing's wrist for quite some time. If there were indeed a remote control involved, this string of beads would be the most likely candidate. That's right; I remembered that earlier in the concert backstage, Zhao Bingbing had worn a similar string of beads.
Connecting these seemingly unrelated events, a vague clue formed in my mind: Wang Bingbing and Zhao Bingbing were deliberately trying to scare me for some purpose. The wooden box definitely had a remote control device inside, while the bracelet was the remote. It was very likely that Zhao Bingbing was using the bracelet to control the movement of the wooden box while I was in the dressing room.
With this thought, I picked up the wooden box from the Coffee Table, but my peripheral vision kept an eye on Wang Bingbing. The moment I lifted the box, a hint of unease flashed across her face, raising my suspicions further. I opened the box and took a closer look; indeed, the depth inside the box did not match its height outside, indicating that there was a hidden compartment.
I snorted coldly and glanced sideways at Wang Bingbing. "Wang Bingbing, what are you up to?"
Wang Bingbing looked at me in surprise. "Ghost Brother, what do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" I pointed at the string of beads on her left wrist. "Can you lend me that bracelet for a moment? A friend of mine has an identical one, and strangely enough, his bracelet has a remote control."
When I said "remote control," I instinctively emphasized the words.
Upon hearing this, there was no sign of unease on Wang Bingbing's face; instead, she looked at me with great interest. After a while, she said, "As expected of Ghost Brother; you discovered it so quickly."
"What kind of trick are you playing?" I demanded angrily.
"Ghost Brother, this is just a test to see how capable you really are," Wang Bingbing said with a smile as she slowly took the wooden box from my hands.
"A test?" I exploded in anger. "I've been busy saving humanity all night, and you're playing tests with me? If it weren't for your friend Zhao Bingbing, I'd punch you right in the face!"
With that, I turned to leave but thought to myself that no matter what this woman was up to, I wouldn't care. Even if she tried to bribe me with money or seduce me... well, should I consider it? She's a celebrity after all.
Just as I reached the door, Wang Bingbing sneered behind me. "Ghost Brother, as soon as you step out of this room, seven children will die."
What do I care? Seven children? Whether they are from some cartoon or fairy tale has nothing to do with me. I placed my hand on the doorknob as if to open it but finally sighed and turned around to shout, "Damn it! What's going on with your seven children?"
Seeing me turn back, Wang Bingbing immediately smiled brightly. "Ghost Brother is indeed kind-hearted; I admire you for that!"
"Come on, what's going on?" I asked impatiently.
"It's simple. I'm currently sponsoring thirty-nine out-of-school children, seven of whom I have someone taking care of. If you don't agree to my request, I won't help them anymore and will let them fend for themselves." At the same time, Wang Bingbing pulled out a stack of receipts from the handbag on the sofa and handed them to me.
Upon receiving the receipts, I saw that they were indeed remittance slips and similar documents, with the payment addresses located in remote areas like Guizhou, Guangxi, and Qinghai. I couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and frustration. Wang Bingbing was a bad person, yet she sponsored nine out-of-school children. Was she a good person? But using such means to threaten me—was that something a good person would do?
I snorted coldly, "What do you want? Let me hear it first. If your request harms the interests of another seventy or even seven hundred children for the sake of those seven, I won't agree."
Wang Bingbing smiled sweetly, "It's not that scary. I just want you to teach my brother."
"Teach your brother?"
"Yes!"
"What do you want me to teach him?"
"How to pick up girls?"
"What?!" Hearing Wang Bingbing say this made my jaw drop in shock; it was even more surprising than asking me to rob a bank. "Teach your brother how to pick up girls? Is there anything more ridiculous than this? Do you think I'm good at picking up girls?"
"Aren't you? You have two girlfriends and spend your time at home enjoying yourself. Plus, when you're with Zhao Bingbing, you look all lovey-dovey. I don't know what kind of potion you've given her. If you're not good at picking up girls, who is?" Wang Bingbing looked at me with a teasing smile.
"Okay, even if I'm good at picking up girls and willing to teach your brother, it's not that difficult. Just show him some adult films and drop him off at a health treatment center; the rest will take care of itself." I was astonished. "This little thing can be solved for a few hundred bucks; do you really need to test me for this?"
Wang Bingbing laughed and scolded, "My brother is still a virgin; how can he cheapen himself with those women?"
"What's wrong with those women? They're skilled and experienced; they might even give your brother a red envelope."
"Ghost Brother, I'm not joking. Although my brother is introverted, he has practiced Taekwondo and is particularly smart. If you don't have some skills, he won't listen to you. In short, I'm leaving my brother in your hands. Within a week, I want to see him learn how to attract girls!" Wang Bingbing said seriously.
"Is your brother handsome?"
"About the same as you."
"Well, that's pretty handsome then. One more question: is your brother wealthy?"
"He gets at least four to five thousand in pocket money every month."
"Handsome and rich? Do I really need to teach him?" I immediately felt relieved and patted my chest, saying, "No need for a week; within three days, I can make a group of girls fight over him for his affection!"
"Alright, based on your word, I'll support those seven kids until they finish college and start working." Wang Bingbing extended her palm. "A gentleman's word."
I extended my palm to meet hers. "A swift horse's whip!"
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