Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 967: Ruanruan Live Streaming to Summon an Underworld Envoy from the Netherworld

Chapter 967: Chapter 967: Ruanruan Live Streaming to Summon an Underworld Envoy from the Netherworld

Min Zhenghao learned that the livestream was still ongoing and argued fiercely with his agent to end the broadcast, telling him that they had really encountered a Puppet and they would abandon the livestream for the sake of their lives.

Afeng stood by his side, his eyes fixed on the dazzling barrage of comments in the livestream room, unable to take it all in.

[We want to see the Puppet, but you’re reciting scripts; we want to see the goddess, but you’re adding scenes on the fly—can the livestream even continue?]

[There aren’t even this many plots in variety shows!]

[Choose between the goddess and the Puppet, but let us see one of them.]

[Fuck! I clicked in and almost had a heart attack! What the hell is this filming?]

[Came for the young lady, but why is there no one? And this background music really sets the mood.]

[Came to see the beauty, and you play horror music? That’s not cool.]

[I’ve been cheated; where’s the young lady and the Puppet!]

[Xiaomin, Xiaomin, hurry up to the top floor!]

[A bloody petition, begging the young lady to livestream herself beating up the Puppet.]

[Going crazy, where is the Puppet! There are more terrifying beings in this world than Puppets.]

[There really is a Puppet! I saw it, the young lady is so ruthless in killing the Puppet.]

Afeng, with an accelerated heartbeat, came to a sudden stop at the sight of one comment after another, feeling an indescribable excitement and thrill.

He was tempted by the money that the agent had promised from this broadcast and even more so by the number of people watching the livestream online, which had already surpassed a million.

Immediately, he didn’t care about Min Zhenghao who was still communicating with the agent by his side; he wiped the blood and dust off the camera, mustered all his courage, and ran in the direction Qin Ruan had left.

Success or failure depended on this one move; he was willing to risk his life for that attractive commission from the company.

"Afeng, where are you going?!"

Min Zhenghao, seeing Afeng run off, shouted loudly.

The other party didn’t respond; he put down the phone pressed to his ear, refusing to listen to the agent’s earnest advice, and chased after him like a gust of wind.

Upstairs.

Qin Ruan was surrounded by hundreds of Evil Puppets, her delicate figure standing out among them, her eyes holding millennia-old frost, and the Hellfire releasing from her body spreading towards the Puppets.

The flames burned the soul bodies of the Evil Puppets, their piercing screams unceasing.

She looked at the Puppets with cold eyes, a sinister smirk curling her lips, her exquisite face filled with a formidable aura.

Listneing to the gibberish they were spewing, the chill around her grew even colder.

Until Afeng’s arrival, Qin Ruan glanced back suddenly, her whole body enveloped in Hellfire; she appeared so brightly in the camera’s lens.

Her eyes were serene like still water, her expression dark and terrifying—but no one could see it.

Afeng, including everyone in the livestream room, could only see the splendid bluish flames on her body, as well as the dilapidated and eerie surroundings of the floor.

The walls of this floor also had bloodstained graffiti, the patterns even more terrifying than those downstairs, with bright red covering each wall.

As the camera shook in Afeng’s hands, some attentive viewers saw skulls and other mutilated limbs scattered on the floor.

[Damn, what kind of special effects are these? The young lady is too cool!]

[Are these really special effects? Why do I feel so scared?]

[Why is the young lady blocked? Where’s the Puppet? Where is it?]

[So many skeletons! In the middle of the night, why am I challenging my heart’s endurance here?]

[Can you turn off the screaming background music? It’s so irritating!]

[Requesting the young lady to show her face, turn off the special effects.]

Afeng glanced at the livestream comments, speechless; he wanted to say these weren’t special effects, but the look in Qin Ruan’s eyes was too ferocious, and he didn’t dare make a sound.

Qin Ruan’s delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed and she asked Afeng in a serious tone, "What are you doing up here, looking to die?"

Afeng shook the camera, his voice trembling as he said, "The people in the livestream room want to see you."

Upon hearing that the livestream was still on, Qin Ruan instantly exploded with rage and roared loudly, "Get lost!"

[The goddess has such a nice voice, ah, I’m swooning—]

[I bet she’s definitely a beauty!]

[Both cool and irritable, I like her!]

[The voice of this beauty sounds a bit familiar.]

[Just hearing the young lady’s voice makes my heart melt, I want to keep you!]

"Afeng!"

Min Zhenghao caught up, yanked the camera Afeng was pointing at Qin Ruan with, and yelled furiously, "Have you no wish to live?"

His handsome face flushed with urgency and frustration.

The camera in Afeng’s hands was almost dropped again; he protected the equipment in his arms and looked at Min Zhenghao with a cold gaze, equally angry, "What are you doing!"

Remembering the luxury car that Qin Ruan had driven, Min Zhenghao whispered fiercely into his ear, "Do you know who she is? Can you afford to offend her?"

Afen said with righteous indignation, "I am satisfying the audience’s requests!"

Min Zhenghao forcefully pushed down the camera that was still aimed at Qin Ruan and whispered fiercely, "I think you have grown a pair of eyes for nothing. The car she drove earlier, it’s a domestically manufactured high-end luxury car with an eight-figure price tag!

Not just anyone can buy that; it’s priceless! Even the richest person in the country can’t afford it, do you understand what that means?!"

Afeng was stunned.

A car that cost so much money was more than he could earn in a lifetime.

Without paying any more attention to them, Qin Ruan decided to end the chaos and directly summoned a Netherworld Envoy to collect the Puppets.

She stood amidst the bluish flames, forming hand seals, and a cool voice emerged from her red lips.

"The ten lords of Yama teach me to slay ghosts and grant me divine methods to strike them down; no gods can resist, no ghosts dare to stand against the hurried decree of the ten lords of Yama—exterminate the demons!"

Qin Ruan’s voice, cool and clear, enunciated each word distinctly, reaching the ears of everyone present.

[All this mystical mumbo jumbo, invoking the ten lords of Yama—you couldn’t summon them even if you were the almighty himself!]

[It’s an order from the ten lords of Yama!!!]

[Holy shit! I know who she is now!]

[Ahhh... Look, it’s getting darker around us, and what’s that sound? It’s giving me goosebumps!]

[The scream from the background music has stopped; it’s been replaced with a different kind of sound.]

[Suddenly I feel a bit cold; what’s going on? I’m covered with two layers of cotton quilts.]

[I’m in the middle of summer, and I’m feeling especially cold too.]

[I also feel cold +1!]

[Crap! This is really spooky!]

[Boss, I’m breaking out in goosebumps.]

When Qin Ruan summoned the Underworld Envoys from the Netherworld, the area was completely enveloped in darkness; the heavy sound of dragging chains rose, chilling the air.

Afeng and Min Zhenghao felt it most keenly; they were so cold that their teeth chattered, creating a gritting sound, and goosebumps sprouted on their skin.

This time, the Underworld Envoys arriving from the Netherworld numbered twenty.

They floated up to Qin Ruan and bowed, saying, "Miss Qin."

Qin Ruan pointed to the striped-clad Puppets around her and said with a calm voice, "I have cleansed these Puppets of their Evil Qi. Please trouble you all to take them to the Netherworld."

The leading Underworld Envoy bent slightly towards Qin Ruan and said with reverence and politeness, "Miss Qin is too courteous; this is our duty."

"Thank you."

Qin Ruan nodded slightly to the Envoys and once again used Hellfire to incinerate the surrounding Evil Puppets.

The piercing screams of the Evil Puppets resounded once more while the Envoys methodically bound the striped-clad Puppets with Soul-locking Chains, the clinking of chains filling the air.

Standing in the hallway, Afeng and Min Zhenghao occasionally felt something ice-cold passing through their bodies several times in quick succession, nearly causing them to faint from fright.

Enveloped in darkness, where one could not see their own hands in front of them, they didn’t even know which way to run.

The audiences in the live stream were completely on edge.

[Aaaaah... I’m scared shitless!!!]

[I must admit, it feels like I’m right there in the scene, definitely more thrilling than watching a horror movie.]

[Are you trying to fool idiots? Just turn off the light and read a script, that’s trickery!]

[The concept of this live stream isn’t bad, just overdone with the special effects, and the lady’s acting isn’t bad either, worthy of an Oscar statuette.]

[As far as I know, none of the Sects in Capital City have a Heavenly Master capable of summoning the Underworld Envoys with an order from the ten lords of Yama. Where did this female Taoist friend come from?]

[This is pitch black, with constant screams, and you guys still go off-topic; you’ve got nerves of steel!]

[Damn, I’m almost peeing my pants; I’m afraid even to go to the bathroom.]

[A bunch of fools, that’s obviously a pre-arranged script just to create a spooky atmosphere.]

[Those non-believers came later; they didn’t see the lady showing off her prowess.]

[There really are Puppets in this hospital. My grandma lived in a nearby village decades ago, and she always heard screams and crying at night, from men, women, and children.]

[Don’t be so skeptical, it’s for real.]

[Where in the world are there such things as Puppets? Clearly, it’s all just a charade.]

The live stream audience plunged into a heated debate, and at the mountain road where the young scions of Capital City gathered for car racing, near the hospital known for its frequent supernatural occurrences, many people gathered together because of Qin Ruan, forgetting the original purpose of their race.

And amongst them was Qin Mei.

Ever since he received the limited edition, top-of-the-line Speedtail that Qin Ruan had sent him, he would occasionally take it out to show off.

Someone had called him out for a race tonight; not the extreme kind, nothing dangerous, so he didn’t hesitate to drive his car over.

He knew those fellows weren’t really interested in racing; they just wanted to see his top-of-the-line car. If it meant letting them get a kick out of it, that would be all the better.

With Xueqiu, who was draped over the passenger seat, Qin Mei drove to the winding mountain road as fast as possible.

When he arrived at the destination, he found a crowd talking about something excitedly.

He pushed open the car door and got out, holding Xueqiu in his arms.

A young man saw him and walked over with a smile.

"Qin’s second young master, you finally made it. We’ve all been waiting for you."

Qin Mei set Xueqiu down on the hood of the car and leaned back against the body of the car with a roguish grin, "Are you waiting for me, or for my car?"

"Of course, we were waiting for both!"

The young man, with nondescript features and a sunny air about him, appeared just as easygoing as Qin Mei, but somewhat more secure.

He was Rong Jing, who was invited by the Huo Family last year and was even rumored to have a romantic link with Qin Ruan.

Back then, in Capital City, a place filled with aristocracy, he was like a speck of dust, deemed a parvenu and looked down upon.

But now, thanks to Qin Ruan, Rong Jing and his father had been admitted into the genealogy of the Aristocratic Family Rong, and he had stepped into high society.

Due to his connection with Qin Ruan, he got along rather well with Qin Mei, partly as a show of currying favor with the Qin Family.

Rong Jing took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered one to Qin Mei.

Just as Qin Mei was about to accept it, a meowing came from behind him.

"Meow! Meow!"

Xueqiu, perched on the car hood, tilted its neck and meowed displeasedly at its owner.