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The Souls exchanged glances, and one of them lewdly remarked, "Hehe, those two women are really beautiful. We’ve finally returned; shouldn’t we enjoy ourselves a little first?"
"Right! We only come back once a year. Who knows if we’ll be reincarnated next year? We should take this opportunity to have some fun," the others nodded in agreement. They swayed their bodies and rushed toward the two female streamers, extending their ghostly hands to touch them.
The hands of the Souls were ethereal; although invisible to the naked eye, they still managed to reach the sensitive spots of the two streamers, who felt an unusual sensation on their bodies.
"Ah! Who is it? Who's touching me? Pervert!" The two streamers screamed, quickly swatting at the empty air around them.
"Zhang, Ling, don’t be afraid! We’ll leave here right away," Wu Jie, who was not far from the two streamers, rushed over to them. He grabbed their hands and ran toward the exit of the Event Site.
"This is bad; we need to get out of here!" Tian Long and his two fellow male anchors noticed something was off and immediately abandoned the two streamers. They turned and ran outside with their bodyguards.
As this situation unfolded at the Event Site, the director didn’t stop Tian Long and his group. He glanced at the live streaming data and was surprised to see that the number of viewers had increased to over three million—more than a million above his expectations.
The director signaled to a nearby staff member with a smile, saying, "Everyone focus the cameras on Wu Jie and his group; let’s wrap this up nicely. Everyone stay sharp; so far, this event has been quite successful."
At the Event Site, the two female streamers watched as Tian Long and his companions left. Furious, they pointed in their direction and shouted, "Tian Long! Hmph! I never expected you to be like this! I finally see through you! I, Zhang Yueyue, swear from now on to sever all ties with you!"
"I, Ling, also swear that I will never collaborate with you again. From now on, stay far away from me!"
Hearing the shouts from the two streamers beside him, Wu Jie awkwardly rubbed his nose. Not wanting to linger any longer, he called over his four bodyguards and turned to leave.
"Hmph! You think you can be a hero? Get lost!" one of the disgruntled Souls shouted. Although they sensed a Daoist aura emanating from Wu Jie, it wasn’t very strong. Besides, their minds were clouded by desire, leaving them unconcerned about anything else.
The several Souls charged at Wu Jie, their claws bared and teeth gnashing. In an attempt to frighten him, these Souls revealed their spectral forms, displaying horrific appearances of death.
"Who bumped into me! Give me back my intestines! Give me back my eyeballs!" One Soul, who had died in a car accident, was left with only half of its body. Its internal organs spilled out, hanging loosely as it reached down to stuff them back into its abdomen while slowly approaching Wu Jie.
"Who am I? Where did my face go? Has anyone seen my face?" Another Soul had fallen from a height and died upon impact, its head completely crushed and unrecognizable, with only blood-red brain matter filling the cavity of its skull.
"Stop! Stay right there!" The other Souls were all elderly spirits. Aside from their pale complexions and frail bodies, they lacked any particularly frightening features.
"Ah! A ghost! Help!" The two female hosts screamed in terror, clutching tightly onto Wu Jie’s arms, unwilling to let go for even a moment.
The sudden appearance of these Souls before Wu Jie and the others, combined with their ghastly appearances, left even the black-clad bodyguards pale and unsure of how to react.
"Don't be afraid. This is just an illusion; there are no ghosts in this world," Wu Jie said, though he was also frightened. He suppressed his fear to comfort the two female hosts beside him.
After three or four seconds, the Souls drew closer. Wu Jie could clearly see the car accident victim; half of its intestines were spilling out from its navel, with a flattened eyeball lodged within.
At that moment, Wu Jie suddenly felt a warmth in his chest. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an Exorcism Talisman. The talisman emitted a faint glow, dispelling the Evil Qi wafting from the approaching Souls.
"Ah! You little brat, throw away what you have in your hand, or I'll kill you!" The Souls recoiled instinctively upon seeing the Exorcism Talisman in Wu Jie’s hand, shielding their eyes and stepping back in fear.
"No way! This talisman actually works," Wu Jie thought as he observed the Souls' reaction. Gaining confidence, he signaled to the four bodyguards and said, "Quickly take out your talismans; they seem particularly afraid of them."
The four bodyguards quickly complied and retrieved their talismans. However, one bodyguard regretted having discarded his earlier; now he could only watch enviously as the other three held theirs tightly.
"Wu Jie, wait a minute. Why are the talismans in our hands not glowing like yours?" the three bodyguards asked in confusion. In fact, Wu Jie had originally purchased five talismans, but only one was an Exorcism Talisman; the others were Calming Talismans and similar charms that could only soothe a person's mind and had little deterrent effect on Ghostly Beings.
Wu Jie frowned and shook his head. "It doesn't matter. The talismans you have are somewhat useful. Let's hurry and get out of here."
The Exorcism Talisman in Wu Jie's hand kept the Souls at bay as he quickly led the two female streamers outside, with the three bodyguards following closely behind. Only the bodyguard without a talisman was stopped by the group of Souls.
"Damn it, we almost had him! Brothers, give him a beating to vent our frustration!" The Souls grabbed the bodyguard and started to punch him wildly. However, they were careful not to hit too hard, leaving him looking like a mess but ultimately letting him go. They swayed back reluctantly to stand beneath the Sophora Tree.
(End of Chapter)
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