Chapter 42: Wait Until I Go Summon a Ghost

Thinking that all his privacy had undoubtedly been exposed, Pei Yanlin couldn't help but shudder.

"With so many pinhole cameras in the room, didn't you notice anything unusual?" Bai Jingcheng looked at Pei Yanlin with a speechless expression.

Pei Yanlin frustratedly tugged at his hair. If he had known, would he have waited until now?

Besides, he didn't even live in this apartment; he only stayed here occasionally when working nearby and needing a place to rest during the day because he was too tired.

Yet... he had changed clothes here, and he must have been filmed.

"What about the videos that have already been recorded? I have no idea if Liu Li has deleted them or not." Pei Yanlin slumped onto the sofa, burying his head in his hands, looking utterly despairing.

He genuinely dared not imagine the consequences if those videos were leaked.

Forget about whether he could remain in the entertainment industry; just surviving would be a miracle.

"Isn't there a computer genius around you who can help fix this?" Bai Qianzhou looked at him with disdain. He immediately pouted with grievance; if there were one, he wouldn't have to suffer this indignity.

Most importantly, he had no idea what the cameras had captured, and he didn't want anyone else to see it!

"Fine, considering you're paying well, I'll help you one more time. Get the computer ready, draw the curtains, and wait while I go summon a ghost."

Bai Qianzhou stood up as she spoke, and a black vortex appeared before her. Without giving Bai Jingcheng and Pei Yanlin a chance to speak, she plunged straight into it.

Pei Yanlin froze for a moment before hurriedly rushing to grab the computer, while Bai Jingcheng stared blankly at the spot where Bai Qianzhou had vanished.

Just like that, she was gone?

"Brother Jingcheng, stop daydreaming and help draw the curtains." Pei Yanlin called out to him, prompting him to snap out of it and pull the curtains closed.

Bai Qianzhou returned very quickly, but when she came back, she seemed to be dragging something in her hand.

Once Bai Qianzhou snapped her fingers, Pei Yanlin and Bai Jingcheng clearly saw what she was dragging: a ghost being pulled backward into the room by the collar of its clothes, wearing an expression of utter resignation and surrender.

Both men couldn't help swallowing hard. So when Bai Qianzhou said she was going to summon a ghost, she actually meant it literally!

"Little Ancestor, can't you bring me over in a normal way?"

"Cut the crap, and delete everything these cameras recorded for me, chop-chop." Bai Qianzhou pointed at the computer and the pinhole cameras on the table.

"Come on, Little Ancestor, there are barely any ghosts in the entire underworld who know how to use computers. I'm already overwhelmed with the tasks assigned by King Yama, and now you're adding to my workload. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I last rested?

Look at these dark circles under my eyes, look at how my peerless beauty is being ruined. Who knows when I'll ever recover? Will any female ghost ever fancy me in the future?"

The male ghost wore a gloomy expression, looking discontentedly at Bai Qianzhou as he pointed to the thick dark circles beneath his pale, bluish eyes for her to see.

"You're a ghost and you're this vain? Do those female ghosts even know? And what the hell kind of peerless beauty are you talking about? A true peerless beauty is right here before your eyes."

Bai Qianzhou didn't get angry; instead, she pointed behind her at Pei Yanlin and the protective immortal, then turned and walked into the kitchen.

The male ghost turned his head and stared fixedly at Pei Yanlin and Bai Jingcheng. The two men felt goosebumps break out all over their bodies under his gaze—it was somewhat terrifying!

The male ghost drifted over to a corner, squatted facing the wall, and muttered something under his breath. Pei Yanlin and Bai Jingcheng couldn't hear what he was saying, but they could sense that his aura had grown even gloomier.

Was he that devastated by the blow to his ego?

The two men exchanged glances, both wondering whether they should offer him some comfort.