Villain: Starting as a Corrupt Tycoon's Wife

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Wu Qianyi also wanted to do that, but she felt that her position wouldn't allow it.

Ling Yun leaned down beside her and kissed his assistant's delicate face.

"What are you looking at, so fascinated?"

"A paranormal live stream!" Bai Xin's eyes widened, seemingly very excited. "I'd heard rumors about this place being haunted before, I never expected this streamer to come and investigate tonight!"

"Ghostly? Xiaodie is right here, isn't that much more ghostly than that school?"

The female ghost in her wedding dress sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at Ling Yun serenely.

"Sister Xiaodie is different now. We're familiar with each other, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

The girl looked up and smiled at Xiaodie, and the female ghost returned a gentle smile.

Lingyun took out his phone and projected it onto the TV screen, saying it would be more comfortable to watch that way.

The three people and one ghost watching the paranormal livestreamer created an indescribably eerie scene.

The abandoned school was deserted; plants climbed the reinforced concrete buildings, casting unsettling shadows in the moonlight.

Lü Jipei knew very well how to guide interaction and attract traffic. He knew that the most exciting moments were the few minutes he walked into the dance studio. If he walked straight in now, there would be nothing to see.

He deliberately walked around the school for a while, explaining the history of the teachers' college in the process. With his storyteller-like tone, tens of thousands of people quickly gathered in the live broadcast room.

almost!

Lü Jipei knew that if he dragged it out any longer, the person would soon run away, so he cleared his throat and pointed the camera towards the dance studio.

"Family members, I'm now less than 500 meters from the dance studio. Now is the time for us to unveil the mystery of the ghost!"

Do you think I'll encounter a ghost tonight?

"Type 1 if you think you know it, type 2 if you don't. Come on, Da Yan, help me get a big lucky bag!"

"Hey admin, kick out all those people who deducted 3 points!"

"Thanks for the carnival gift, Young Master Wang! Boss is so foolish! Admin, mute Young Master Wang for five minutes."

With his playful tone, the number of viewers in the live stream exceeded the threshold again, reaching 6.

"Family members, please use your lucky hands to click some free hearts and help me become the number one streamer in the paranormal live streaming world tonight!"

Seeing the surge in numbers, Lü Jipei got carried away and headed towards the dance studio without delay.

Bai Xin nervously ate potato chips. Although she knew that ghosts existed in this world, and that there was one right next to her, she still felt goosebumps.

"Honey~ Hey, where's my husband?"

She reached out to grab Lingyun's hand, only to find that she had grasped nothing.

“Chairman Ling just said he was going to the restroom, and he hasn’t come back yet.” Wu Qianyi adjusted her glasses.

Bai Xin noticed that Dong Xiaodie was gone and assumed that the two of them had gone off to do something naughty. She snorted and moved closer to Wu Qianyi.

At this moment, Ling Yun had already driven towards Beijing Normal University.

The reason is simple: possessing the purple talent "Ghostly Profound Insight," he can sense the presence of ghosts. Just now in the live stream, others couldn't see it, but he sensed a thick aura of death. Unlike Dong Xiaodie's mournful expression, this ghost seemed rather menacing; if things weren't handled properly, Lü Jipei might be doomed tonight!

It wasn't that he intended to save these suicidal guys, but he had just searched for photos of the female ghost before she died, and she was indeed exquisite and tall.

Who is this Ling?

He's the biggest villain in this world, how could he let a female ghost harm people right under his nose? That would steal his thunder as the villain, so he has to stop her!

Even Dong Xiaodie didn't believe this. The ghost in the wedding dress sat dignifiedly in the passenger seat, watching the scenery rushing by, and was very curious about this expensive supercar.

He parked his car near the courtyard wall of the dance studio, then got out and climbed over the wall to enter.

The villa was not far from the school, both located in the heart of the capital. By the time he entered the girls' school, Lü Jipei had just arrived downstairs at the dance studio.

This is a teaching building with a total of 8 floors. The dance studio is on the 2nd floor.

Lu Jipei couldn't stop smiling as he watched the live stream garner over 100 million likes.

“Family, I’m downstairs.” He pointed to a window. “Zhang Xiaoya jumped from here back then.”

Then he walked to the flower bed: "You can still vaguely see the white lines that were drawn back then..."

The following sentence is complete nonsense. Even if he had done research, it wouldn't have been this detailed. The white line was drawn by one of their staff members who sneaked in earlier and then deliberately erased the traces with their feet, making it look plausible.

If you think about it carefully, you'll realize that this is unlikely. Zhang Xiaoya has been dead for several years now, and the white line marks are still there. This is just a lie!

Unfortunately, the viewers in the live stream were so engrossed in Lu Jipei's story that they were only thinking about getting him upstairs quickly that they didn't think much about it.

Chapter 120 Dance Studio

Lü Jipei adjusted the camera. His live streaming equipment was very professional. No matter how much the camera shook after it was put on, the lens remained steady.

This is also the latest gimbal for DJs, and it's quite expensive. However, for a head and shoulder broadcaster like Lü Jipei, it's nothing. He can easily earn it back with just one advertisement.

He turned on his flashlight and deliberately narrowed the illumination range to make the entire live broadcast room look even more eerie.

At the same time, he was muttering to himself.

"Dear moderators and reviewers, this live stream primarily promotes positive energy, aims to debunk feudal superstitions, and carries forward the excellent traditional culture of China!"

His humorous tone eased much of the tension, which, although slightly at odds with the content of his live stream, was a necessary measure.

He's currently very popular and doesn't want to be suddenly taken down, especially since he hasn't received many gifts yet!

Those big spenders will only make their move at the climax; they're all lying in wait right now.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure climbed up the back wall and into the second-floor corridor window at a speed several times faster than his.

"Here we are."

Lu Jipei stopped at the entrance of the dance studio. His flashlight illuminated the sign above, clearly showing the words "Dance Studio".

His voice trembled slightly. Unlike other ghost stories, some of his fans had studied here before. The school even had security guards stationed downstairs to watch over the area and issued a notice prohibiting students from approaching the dance studio at night. The reason given was that clothing was frequently stolen from the dance studio, and anyone who went there would be a suspect. In that case, they might not only fail to graduate, but they might even be arrested by the police.

But now that the school has moved away, there's naturally no one to look after it.

He stood in the doorway, the camera pointed at the dance studio door: "Amitabha, Hallelujah, Lord, please bless me..."

Upon hearing his mixed beliefs, the comments section was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Lu Jipei was still very professional. In order to prevent a repeat of the previous incident where a homeless man suddenly confronted someone, and to protect the last dignity of these poor people, he reached out and knocked on the door.

dong dong dong~

The crisp sound echoed in the empty corridor, like a wooden mallet striking the hearts of the audience.

Bai Xin had forgotten to chew the potato chips in her mouth, and Wu Qianyi hugged her. The two women huddled on the bed watching the TV screen.

There was no response; there must be no one inside.

Lü Jipei took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door.

The curtains were all open, and the bright moonlight shone on the floor, creating a serene atmosphere without much of a sense of dread.

He went into the room and pressed the switch on the wall; sure enough, there was no electricity.

Is it this mirror?

He shone his flashlight on the mirror on the wall. The mirror was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the visibility was very low under the strong light.

He was so focused on observing the scene inside that he didn't notice that many people had started flooding the screen with comments.

“I studied at a teachers’ college before, and the mirrors in the dance studio were removed when we moved to the new campus!”

Many people just follow along and leave comments, not knowing who posted it first.

The staff outside looked at each other, unsure whether to tell Lü Jipei the news.

There were just too many people commenting. Lu Jipei glanced at the chat and his heart tightened, but he still smiled and said, "Do you think the live stream isn't scary enough? Okay, now I'll dance in front of this mirror as rumored!"

"If you don't court death, you won't die." Perhaps to embolden himself, or to liven up the atmosphere, Lü Jipei picked up two packs of cigarettes and imitated Wang Bian, dancing the "Youth Training Manual" in front of the mirror.

"Follow me, left hand, right hand, one slow motion~"

"Slow motion replay of right hand and left hand~"

Although the mirror wasn't clear, viewers in the live stream could still see Lü Jipei dancing crookedly in the mirror, and with his off-key lyrics, many people laughed uproariously.

"Huff huff~" Lu Jipei was exhausted. After finishing the dance, he straightened the camera and said, "As you all saw, there are no ghosts in this world. We've solved another ghost story! Considering how hard I worked, what are you guys waiting for? Send the gifts!"

After saying that, he looked at his phone with a happy smile, ready to thank the big spenders for their donations.

To his surprise, he saw the word "mirror" filling the entire screen.

Inside the live stream, bright red liquid slowly seeped from the mirror in front of him!

He suddenly looked up and found that the mirror in front of him seemed to have turned into a 32K ultra-high-definition display screen, with himself swaying and dancing in the center of the screen!

In a fleeting moment, the same scene appeared in all the surrounding mirrors: the dancing "Lü Jipei" was twisting his body wildly as if on double speed, until his bones broke and his flesh was mangled!

Such a bloody scene caused many viewers with low tolerance to vomit.

The moderators of the live stream immediately tried to block the channel, but found that they did not have the necessary permissions!

In the mirror, Lü Jipei had become a blood-soaked figure, but that blood-soaked figure was gradually transforming into the appearance of a young girl.

The girl tilted her head, a creepy smile on her face.

"Have you... seen my red dancing shoes?"

The moment she spoke, the windows, doors, and curtains of the dance studio all closed automatically, plunging the entire room into darkness, which was then illuminated by a blood-red light!

More than 100,000 people in the live stream saw the girl emerge from the mirror with a sickly smile, her shrill voice echoing in the dance studio.

"I was clearly murdered, why, why am I still locked up here!"

“They’re out there having a good time… while I’m stuck staring at this mirror all day!” Her voice suddenly rose, trembling sharply. “Five years… a full five years!”

Her head snapped towards Lü Jipei, and her neck made a sickening "click" sound.

"And you!" Her fingertips, stained with dark red dirt, suddenly pointed at him. "Why did you disturb my peace and quiet?"

A ripped smile suddenly bloomed on the girl's pale face, and a dark red, like filthy blood seeped from the depths of her pupils.

"Tonight...you won't be leaving here..."

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

Twisted laughter refracted wildly between the mirrors, layer upon layer, engulfing the entire space.

As expected of a top anchor, Lü Jipei remained completely silent—except for wetting his pants.

He slumped in the corner, completely drained of strength, regretting that he had come looking for death!

Inside the Magic Sound office, several technicians were sweating profusely, unable to shut down the live stream no matter what they tried, unless they unplugged the server.

But doing so would be too costly, not only resulting in data loss but also potentially causing irreparable damage.

boom!

A powerful thud came from outside the door, interrupting the dancing spirit's movements in the mirror.

Lü Jipei stiffly turned his head, and the camera was pointed at the door of the dance studio.

Another impact rang out. This time, pale golden true energy enveloped the fist, smashing the door apart!

The young man wearing a mask walked in. He looked at the bewildered female ghost and Lu Jipei, who was trembling like a leaf on the ground. His first thought was that the DJ gimbal's anti-shake function was really amazing. Even though it was shaking like this, the live broadcast was still frozen!

"Little Butterfly."

"I am here..."

In the live broadcast, a female ghost dressed in a wedding gown and wearing a red veil suddenly appeared behind Ling Yun, her legs off the ground, floating silently.

Inside the house, the mournful sound of a suona horn also filled the air.

"Turn off the live stream."

"Yes, my husband~"

Dong Xiaodie floated straight towards Lü Jipei, who could no longer withstand such a heavy blow. He screamed and fainted, and the live broadcast came to an abrupt end.

"who are you!"

Zhang Xiaoya looked at the human and the ghost, her eyes filled with apprehension.

"My name is Ling Yun." The young man took off his mask. "I'm here to take you out."