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"Mom, wake up."

"Wake up, please? I'm Yingying, mom."

Inside the hotel, Liu Ying lay on the edge of the bed, staring at the ghost lying on the bed without blinking, calling out.

The weather outside seemed to be affected by Liu Ying's gloomy mood. The originally moonlit night sky with sparse stars suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and bursts of thunder were heard in the sky.

Soon, heavy rain poured down, hitting the window frames, making dull sounds.

I don’t know how long it took, but the female ghost on the bed slowly opened her eyes and was stunned when she looked at the little girl in front of her.

"Yingying, it's great to see you again."

The woman thought she was in a dream. She raised her hand and touched Liu Ying's face, her old eyes filled with joy.

Obviously, seeing her daughter in her dream was a happy thing for her.

"This is not a dream. You are dead, so you can see your daughter." Yun Yi said beside him.

The woman was startled, as if she remembered that she was dead. Her eyes became much clearer, but her joy did not fade.

"It would be better to die."

The woman sat up and hugged Liu Ying in her arms.

Her daughter's death made her lose half her life and her life was worse than death.

Now that she is dead, she can be reunited with her daughter, which is actually a good thing for her.

Liu Ying leaned in her mother's arms, feeling safe for the first time in a long time.

Yun Yi left the space to the mother and daughter for a long time, then went to the living room to check on the other ghost.

This is a male ghost who looks quite old, but from his dark purple lips one can tell that he did not die of old age or illness, but died of poisoning.

He placed his hand on the male ghost's head and injected spiritual power into it.

"what……"

The male ghost screamed, sat up suddenly, curled up in fear, and covered his head with his arms.

"Don't come over here. I don't want to take medicine. Let me go and I'll give you money. I can give you a lot of money."

Yun Yi blinked at his movements and said with a smile: "I can let you go, but how much can you give me? I only want RMB, not the ones produced by Tiandi Bank."

Hearing a voice that was different from the previous stern rejection, the male ghost tentatively looked out from his arms.

"You...you are not a monk?" His gaze fell on Yun Yi's head. He rubbed his eyes hard to make sure that the person in front of him had hair.

He is not a monk in a temple.

Looking around, I found that the environment I was in was not a temple room, but a neat and tidy hotel.

"Me? Escaped?"

The male ghost asked in disbelief, tentatively stood up and took two steps.

I found that I could walk freely, no longer like before, where every move was restricted and I could only be confined to that small white porcelain jar.

The male ghost was so happy that he jumped three feet high.

"Are you sure you can escape?"

Yun Yi said coldly, holding a bill between his fingers and handing it over, "I rescued you and removed the seal on you. All the expenses are here. Please pay."

The male ghost restrained some of his cheerfulness, and looked at the bill with wide eyes, "How much...?"

One, ten, hundred... one hundred thousand, one million, ten million...

"You are blackmailing me." the male ghost shouted angrily.

"The normal price. If you are willing to accept it, we can trade peacefully. If you are not willing to accept it, I don't mind the trouble. I will re-seal you and send you back to the temple."

Yun Yi spread his hands, indicating that he was easy to talk to.

He couldn't have worked in vain all night.

Coincidentally, the original owner knew the person in front of him, and the two of them even had a grudge against each other.

But judging from his appearance, he probably doesn't remember what happened before.

That's right, unscrupulous capitalists always cast a wide net, and they reap so much profit that it is impossible for them to remember what each small fish looks like.

Zheng Hui could feel Yun Yi's hostility towards him, and when he thought of Yun Yi's abilities, he couldn't help but shrink back.

"But I'm dead, I can't give you the money." Zheng Hui said while stroking his hair in annoyance.

He really didn't want to go back to that hellish temple, but he really couldn't come up with the money.

Not to mention RMB, there is not even any ghost money.

Those unfilial descendants never burned paper money for him, so he left them such a large fortune in vain.

"As a boss this big, don't you have a secret stash of funds that everyone knows about?" Yun Yi asked with narrowed eyes.

Feeling the chill from Yun Yi, Zheng Hui couldn't help but shudder, "Let me think about it carefully, let me think about it slowly."

"I don't have that much time for you to think slowly." Yun Yi glanced at the time on his wrist. He had been busy all night and it was almost dawn. "Ten minutes. If you can't think of it in ten minutes, just go back to the temple."

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Hui immediately refused: "No."

"I have money, I can give you money."

Rather than letting himself suffer, he decided to let his descendants spend less money. He never wanted to go back to the temple again.

-

The rain gradually subsided, the sky became brighter, and the sun shone on the earth again.

The self-media created by Yun Yi and his team is a travel account. They travel around the country and use videos to record the local customs, culture, history and current events.

After a week of filming, the group prepared to return home.

After returning to the studio, the next thing to do is to deal with post-production editing and dubbing, and Yun Yi will have two days of free time.

As soon as Yun Yi arrived at the studio that day, Fu Qi approached him mysteriously and asked, "Do you still remember Hui Guang?"

"That evil-hearted MCN organization? Did it go bankrupt?" Yun Yi asked with a slight movement of his eyebrows.

When they first started creating the account, it wasn't all smooth sailing, and they fell into many traps.

This includes signing contracts with MCN agencies, under the pretext of helping them gain more exposure, and of course a portion of the profits will be taken away from them.

At that time, the original owner and Fu Qi were both newcomers, and seeing the other party's sincere attitude, they foolishly agreed to sign the contract, without paying any attention to the unfair terms in the contract.

MCN agencies like Huiguang are there to suck the blood of creators. They do nothing during the cooperation and just take a share of the profits. When the creators find that the terms are unreasonable and voluntarily propose to terminate the contract, they will earn a termination fee.

Fu Qi and the original owner put in a lot of effort and spent all the money they had earned in more than a year to gain their freedom.

Fu Qi handed the phone to Yun Yi and smiled even more happily, "It's not bankrupt, but it's almost the same."

"Ever since old man Zheng died, they have been fighting over the property."

"It was a year after Mr. Zheng passed away. A lawyer took out his will, which said that if the brothers were in harmony, the property would be divided equally, but if they were at odds, the entire estate would be donated to charity. The legal process is now underway."