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As the photographer's knife fell, Sun Fan shuddered violently, as if the blade had sliced into his flesh. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Seeing this, the photographer had to stop, a sense of unease creeping into his mind. Ever since entering the villa, things had become too strange. Just as he lifted his head, he saw a figure standing before him.
The photographer's heart leaped with excitement, ready to call for help, but as he took a closer look, he stumbled back in fright.
It was a ghost! Not just any ghost, but a long-haired female spirit floating in front of him! She had no shadow!
Sun Fan's eyelids fluttered, and he nearly collapsed. At that moment, the viewers in the live stream were engulfed in terror, mixed with an inexplicable thrill.
A real ghost! This was their first time witnessing one!
Sun Fan's lips were turning blue from lack of oxygen, and his consciousness began to fade. The viewers quickly typed in the chat:
【Sun Fan is in big trouble this time! Didn't he say there were no ghosts in the world? What is this now?】
【Ghost! Help! I'm scared but I want to see more.】
【Sister Ruan, are you going to do something? It feels like if you don't act, Sun Fan is done for.】
【Sun Fan brought this upon himself; we've warned him so many times. If he won't listen, he has to face the consequences.】
Those who had been the loudest in Sun Fan's chat were now silent with fear.
The photographer was frozen in place, glancing anxiously at the live stream. On one side was Sun Fan, nearly suffocating, and on the other was the floating female ghost.
After a difficult internal struggle, the photographer closed his eyes and shouted desperately, "Sister Ruan, help!"
Sun Fan had already realized how foolish he had been and turned to the screen for help as well.
Ruan Fuxi let out a soft sigh.
"Help! What were you doing when I reminded you just now?"
Zhao Fan was not at the villa himself. However, saving a life is more valuable than building a seven-story pagoda. Zhao Fan and the photographer were not malicious individuals. It was better to help than to let someone die.
Ruan Fuxi held a talisman between her fingers and recited, "Star Town Color, Light Shines on Xuanming. Heavenly Thunder Breaks the Sky, Ghosts and Gods Depart, Command!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the talisman ignited spontaneously without any wind. A white light flashed, and Zhao Fan felt the rope around his neck loosen. He quickly removed it and looked up to see that the female ghost had vanished before him.
The feeling of escaping death was simply exhilarating!
Ruan Fuxi's fans gasped in amazement.
"Wow, Sister Ruan can exorcise ghosts even through the computer screen! So impressive!"
"This move shocked me again; I really am an unworldly dog."
"If I see a ghost in the future, will this work for me too?"
At that moment, Sun Fan, who had just been saved, couldn't care less about his pride and excitedly bowed his head to the public screen.
"Sister Ruan, from now on, you are my great-grandmother!"
He believed it; he truly believed it!
Gong Changle, who had been watching in Ruan Fuxi's livestream room, immediately felt displeased upon hearing this.
"Who do you think you are? What level do you think you're at to compete with me for ancestors?"
Sun Fan didn't care; his mind was clear now. Ruan Fuxi had just saved his life—what was wrong with calling her great-grandmother?
The photographer beside him was taken aback by his sudden change of attitude but quickly followed suit, exclaiming, "Thank you, great-grandmother, for saving my life!"
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