Shen Bing was lounging comfortably on the sofa at home. After hearing what the caller had to say, he silently hung up.
"Anyone can talk shit! I even have gods for friends. Have I ever bragged about it? Who the hell do you think you are?" Shen Bing muttered.
Everything from last night until now had indeed been orchestrated by Shen Bing—or, more precisely, carried out by Little Doudou.
The collapsed house didn't count, though. Shen Bing wasn't taking the blame for that.
Of course, he couldn't claim it had absolutely nothing to do with him. A perfectly sound house wouldn't just collapse for no reason.
Little Doudou's bad luck possession had indeed grown much stronger. Not only had Little Doudou tormented seven people in succession, but the powerful bad luck had even brought the house down in the end.
Perhaps that counted as an unexpected bonus. Without the collapse, the incident would never have caused such a sensation.
Shen Bing's original plan had simply been to scare those people with a Ghost haunting so they wouldn't dare make an issue of the graves again, and get them to state publicly that those graveyards didn't belong to them and that they had only been trying to extort money.
That might have taken two or three days.
But unexpectedly, the collapsing house had completely shattered their psychological defenses. After they were buried underground, Little Doudou had continued playing Ghost, nearly driving them insane.
That was why they had revealed the truth the moment they woke up in the hospital.
Shen Bing hadn't manipulated what happened afterward, though Little Doudou had indeed been responsible for secretly filming Young Master Hu and Mr. Chen at the end.
Now that the trouble was resolved, Young Master Hu and Mr. Chen certainly wouldn't dare make