Thirty: Right? The Peeping Tom

As Yu Xing probed Zhao Yijiu's mind with her consciousness, the screening room returned to silence.

Yi Qing silently scorned the two humans, snorted coldly, and decided to find the culprit who had made him so bored.

As Yu Xing just mentioned, there must be a fully formed vengeful spirit in the movie theater that gathers the infected people into this screening room, while it has disappeared without a trace.

Yi Qing was very bored, and when he was bored, he would find something to do.

Although he knew that Yu Xing wanted him to go find vengeful spirits and use him as a tool, he didn't care. Since he wasn't opposed to this, he figured it wouldn't hurt to help Yu Xing solve a problem.

Once again, Yi Qing couldn't help but let out a heavy snort at the two humans with their eyes closed. Then, she reached out and tapped Yu Xing on the head with her folded jade fan before drifting towards the exit on one side of the screening room.

He felt extremely crowded, surrounded by tiny points of light, the so-called vengeful spirit virus factors unique to this world. It felt like when he was in a bar, he could have a whole lounge all to himself, but suddenly a group of customers would rush in and take over his lounge completely.

Those customers were so oblivious, pushing and shoving, which annoyed him. Every time he killed one, two or three more would swarm in, an endless stream.

They're like cockroaches, impossible to kill completely.

The ghost in blue, with a cold expression, floated straight in one direction. As it passed the wall, its blue figure suddenly became illusory. Enveloped by a light mist, it easily passed through the wall and entered the corridor on the other side of the screening room.

Yu Xing didn't want to use the power of the curse to alert the enemy, so he didn't conduct a wide-ranging perception and couldn't determine the location of the vengeful spirit for the time being. He, however, was different. He was a ghost himself, and no matter what was around him, he could see it clearly.

There was an aura that was distinctly different from the other factors, right there in the monitoring room at the end of the corridor.

The aura carried a hint of chaos and turbidity, clearly possessing a conscious will and actively concealing its presence.

However, Yi Qing is currently in a state where he has nothing to suppress, and for a powerful thousand-year-old vengeful ghost like him, this mere vengeful spirit is still somewhat insignificant.

He drifted past so calmly that the vengeful spirit hiding in the monitoring room must have sensed the danger and dared not flee.

A wisp of blue mist had already unknowingly spread throughout the entire movie theater, covering every inch it touched. It could be said that Yi Qing had laid an inescapable net over the movie theater. As long as he wanted, whether it was a vengeful spirit or an infected person, whether they were dead or alive, or where they were, it was all up to Yi Qing's whim.

In just a few breaths, Yiqing arrived at the monitoring room.

He passed through the doorway, the vengeful spirits were close at hand, and the chaotic atmosphere grew ever clearer.

"Where are you, little one?" Yi Qing bent down and looked around, but didn't see anyone. However, he wasn't in a hurry. He smiled leisurely and looked at the many lit screens in the monitoring room with his blue eyes.

One wall of the monitoring room was covered with screens divided into sections, each corresponding to a screening room, an empty corridor, and the ticket counter at the entrance.

Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu were in screening room number 7, and the surveillance cameras recorded everything that happened in the screening room. The audience members were sitting very far apart, and there was no communication between them. Except for two new guys at the back, everyone else was staring blankly ahead.

The large screen, which was constantly changing patterns, appeared somewhat blurry in the surveillance footage. What should have been various patterns and textures were reduced to large, blurry blocks of color, making them impossible to observe.

Other surveillance footage has come to a standstill. Whether in the corridors, the ticket office, or inside the screening room, time seems to have frozen at the moment the virus swept in. There are no people, no changes in things, as if they have been forgotten.

Yi Qing glanced at it and chuckled softly.

"Little kid, you're hiding in the security camera's camera!"

Calling him a vengeful little kid seems quite fitting, since he's old enough to be the ancestor of all vengeful spirit viruses.

Naturally, in the face of one's ancestors, all petty cleverness is insignificant.

Yi Qing waved his fan and sat leisurely in the chair in the monitoring room. In fact, he was usually like a cloud of mist, unable to come into contact with anything that was not affected by ghost energy or spiritual power. Even if he wanted to sleep or sit somewhere, he would first use his ghost energy to contaminate those things.

To be honest, it does have some similarities to viral agents.

However, in this world, Yi Qing found at least one thing that made him feel somewhat gratified: he had saved himself the process of contaminating something, because the densely packed viral factors in the air had already taken on the responsibility of being the medium.

He plopped down onto the viral agent clinging to the chair.

Yi Qing's languid sitting posture was somewhat similar to when he was still the owner of Sheqing Bar. Instantly, an aura of looking down on everything emerged, greatly diminishing his gentle and refined scholarly air.

Perhaps it was because there were no other people around, nothing new or interesting, and only his fellow ghosts whom he was most familiar with but looked down upon, that Yi Qing's appearance at this moment was closest to his true self.

His expression as he looked at the monitors was somewhat cynical, as if he were treating the vengeful spirits hiding in the screens as toys. He observed the still screens at a leisurely pace, and after almost a quick scan, he fixed his gaze on a monitor in the far corner of a corridor.

This corridor is a passageway on the first floor of the cinema leading to the staff entrance. It is not open to the public. On both sides of the corridor are staff lounges, changing rooms, and staff restrooms, all with their doors closed.

There are other functional rooms outside the monitoring range, but they were not shown in the footage.

Yi Qing knew all this so clearly because he had already strolled around the entire movie theater, and with his blue mist spreading, many places that Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu had never been to were also under Yi Qing's control.

The moment he locked the screen, he sensed that the trembling little creature was even more terrified.

"You're in here, right?" Yi Qing floated up, her feet off the ground, suspended in the air. Her long blue robe fluttered without wind, and she was isolated from the surrounding little specks of light.

"Hmm? You want to know how I found you?" Since the vengeful spirit wouldn't answer him anyway, he started talking to himself, "Actually, when I was strolling down this corridor..."

"They've opened the door to the staff break room."

However, the employee break room remained closed in the surveillance footage.

Either the vengeful spirit closed the door when it went to hide, or the spirit was creating a visual illusion and didn't know the door was opened while the employee was resting, so it covered up the surveillance footage by closing it.

In short, this surveillance is incorrect.

Yi Qing was quite pleased to sense the vengeful spirit's somewhat frustrated and desperate emotional fluctuations coming from the monitoring screen.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've bullied any other ghosts.

Since becoming bound to Yu Xing, he has restrained himself in many ways. One reason is that he doesn't want Yu Xing to see him as a mindless ghost with only a desire to kill, or as a nuisance, and thus make him unhappy.

On the other hand, he also had an agreement with the system: after using the contract with Yu Xing to escape his original world, he could not cause trouble in other worlds. If he caused trouble with something he shouldn't have, the system would also suffer.

Therefore, in the previous few simulation instances, he was either directly restricted by the system or had to keep a low profile so as not to ruin the simulation participants' experience. Yi Qing had not seen any other ghosts trembling in front of him for a very long time.

"Ha..."

He laughed heartily.

After all, his nature is not good. Vengeful spirits are always evil. Temporary restraint cannot be a permanent rule. No matter how harmless he pretends, he cannot hide the nature of a vengeful spirit.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Qing merged into the display screen.

On the screen, a figure in blue suddenly appeared in the empty corridor.

Ghosts seem to have an extraordinary talent for controlling electronic products. Long ago, legends about "ghost calls," "ghost recordings," "ghost QQ," and "ghost surveillance" have been prevalent.

Yi Qing was naturally not to be outdone. Although he was a thousand-year-old ghost who had never touched any electronic products while he was alive... some things seemed to be innate, and time travel through surveillance was no challenge for him.

He stood in the corridor and subconsciously looked up at the round electronic surveillance camera overhead.

On the monitor screen, the corridor was being monitored in real time. The figure in blue suddenly stopped, slowly turned its head, and a pale, unrecognizable, blurry face appeared in the camera's view.

"Zzz..."

The current was suddenly disrupted, and wavy, snow-like patterns began to appear. The blue ghostly figure seemed to smile. The next instant, the screen suddenly went black, and when it lit up again, the terrifying blue ghostly face suddenly occupied the entire screen!

If there were anyone in the monitoring room, they would definitely be startled.

Yi Qing chuckled and withdrew the blue mist that had covered the camera, also removing the illusion-creating ability as well.

What a pity, Yi Qing thought.

He really wanted to do this in a real movie theater.

In a world teeming with living people, the idea of a movie theater becoming the subject of gossip and legends, sparking curiosity and a desire to follow the trail, can make the power of the Sheqing Ghost grow stronger.

The gods of his time needed people's faith to maintain their power.

Similarly, the strength of ghosts in his era depended on people's fear and belief.

He wasn't the only one who knew about the Sheqing Ghost. This kind of ghost possessed a certain energy of fear. In his world, everyone knew the Sheqing Ghost's name, unlike the real world where Yu Xing lived, where only a group of paranormal enthusiasts knew about the Sheqing Ghost.

Yi Qing felt it was a pity. He really wanted people in the real world to experience fear, but the dual constraints of the system and Yu Xing prevented him from doing so.

So he had no choice but to vent his frustrations elsewhere.

For example, this post-apocalyptic world teeming with vengeful spirits.

Yi Qing grinned, his bare feet hovering in the corridor, and raised his palm towards the staff break room.

The door to the lounge had indeed been closed again, indicating that the vengeful spirit that had coalesced usually used a physical form.

From the surveillance camera's perspective, the blue ghostly figure raised its hand, causing the blue mist to swirl and the seemingly locked door to open silently.

The next second, a human-like creature with a face whiter than flour rolled out of the door. It gestured wildly, its mouth wide open, presumably screaming or cursing.

Unfortunately, the surveillance camera doesn't pick up audio.

The ghostly figure in blue swayed in the air, and before anyone could see what he did, the White Face man who was dancing wildly was lifted up by the neck by an invisible force, his face becoming even more ferocious.

Its legs kicked wildly, and for a moment it seemed to turn into an illusion, trying to escape. But before it could make any move to flee, the surrounding blue mist suppressed it and made it solid again.

Yi Qing was contemplating some cruel ways to die.

He had an idea.

The green mist surged instantly, enveloping the White Face ghost that was screaming and cursing. Just before it touched the ghost, Yi Qing stopped thoughtfully.

He looked up and gazed at the camera once more.

This thing always gave him a feeling of being watched, as if his every word and action was being observed by a pair of silent eyes.

He was inside the narrow box, while the spy was outside.

Right? Spy.

Yi Qing held up his index finger at you, his gentle features like those of a harmless scholar, and said with a smile, "Shh... I don't know what's watching me, but... what I'm about to do is really not something I'd recommend being seen. Leave me with a good impression, please."

The monitor screen suddenly went black.

All forms of record-keeping cease at this line.

After being exposed as having logged in as "the real person," Yu Xing was inevitably dragged over by a somewhat angry Zhao Yijiu to work as a laborer.

One by one, the two quickly cleared away the tiny, shimmering points of light in the dim factory. This inner world could no longer be maintained and eventually became shaky, with every part resembling a poorly made Yugi model, its outlines becoming somewhat strange.

When the last tiny dot of light was cleared away, the world before Zhao Yijiu's eyes collapsed with a roar. In just a moment of disorientation, he was back in the movie theater.

No matter how much time passed or how far he traveled in his mental world, in reality he remained seated in his chair, his brows furrowed slightly due to his displeasure in his mental world.

He stood up without a word, not even glancing at Yu Xing who was chuckling to himself beside him, and picked up the Stop Killing.

"Hey, Brother Jiu?" Yu Xing immediately called out to him, "Don't be angry, I just couldn't resist teasing you when you looked so serious... You know my personality, right? I just can't help it!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yijiu's face flushed slightly.

I don't know if it was anger or shame at being deceived.

He finally gave Yu Xing a look that left him speechless. "Do you know how awful that sounds?"

"I know, but aren't I a despicable scumbag?" Yu Xing tilted her head, seemingly accepting the assessment of herself well. "As long as I'm scumbag enough, then none of the facts you've stated can make me feel ashamed."

Zhao Yijiu: "..." His face went even more blank.

A cold light emanated from the Stop Killing.

"I'm going to kill the infected now," Zhao Yijiu said. "But, can I stab you too?"