While the Jiang Fans on the Star Network were busy seeking justice for Jiang Qin, she herself was in the bar, telling ghost stories.
This was bonus ti.
She wasn’t sure if her spiritual power would still unconsciously leak out while she told stories.
That was why she had saved ti for three songs.
After all, her Spiritual Power Level had already reached A-level, so she didn’t feel tired at all after the ti it took to perform three soothing songs.
However, she still needed to take breaks when she was supposed to.
’I can’t overdo it. No one else uses singing to soothe people, so they wouldn’t know where my limit is.’
But even those who didn’t understand could make a rough calculation.
Three songs, five minutes each. But for several minutes after she finished singing, her spiritual power would still be at work.
That added up to about half an hour.
But her soothing effect was exceptionally good. Compared to the less potent effects of others, her performance was equivalent to at least two hours of work.
And normally, a C-level female only worked for one hour a day at the bar.
It was split into two sets, half an hour each.
So in the eyes of others, her daily three-song set was already the limit for a C-level female.
To avoid revealing that her spiritual power could increase, Jiang Qin didn’t plan to change this schedule.
Taking a break in the middle was also very necessary.
During her break tonight, she didn’t retreat backstage. Instead, she put on so spooky instruntal music and began telling a ghost story.
"The at Bun"
It was about a married couple who ran a bun shop. The husband, the owner, was an abusive man.
One day, he went too far and accidentally killed his wife.
Afterward, the custors who unknowingly ate the buns began to experience a series of strange events.
When she said the word "strange," Jiang Qin’s tone beca chilling.
Her voice was already ethereal, and now, paired with the sound of wind in the background music, it seed to drift from nowhere.
"Fangfang was a regular at the bun shop. She was always in a rush to get to work, so she chose to buy buns for breakfast every day.
The at buns that day were unique.
In the following days, the filling returned to normal, much to Fangfang’s dissatisfaction.
She thought the owner was deliberately using cheap at to make the buns and that the special ones were likely just a one-ti exception because he had run out of his usual cheap supply.
Many other custors also asked the owner for the sa kind of filling from that day.
The simple-looking owner ekly agreed.
But that very night, sothing strange happened at Fangfang’s ho. She heard the sound of chopping at coming from her own kitchen~
You have to understand, she lived alone.
At first, she thought it was her neighbors. After being woken up, she even cursed a few tis, but the chopping sound returned every night...
Finally, one night, she couldn’t take it anymore. She got out of bed, intending to go to her neighbor’s door and give them a piece of her mind.
But when she reached the living room, she realized the chopping sound was coming from her own kitchen..."
The holographic background changed, showing the interior of a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartnt.
The entire space was dark, except for the kitchen, where the moonlight cast a pale, white glow.
"Filled with fear, Fangfang cautiously approached the kitchen and dialed the police. She suspected a burglar had broken into her ho."
"And then—"
Her words were followed by a scream and a sudden, violent gust of wind in the background music.
An ethereal voice drifted from an unknown source, "She saw the bun shop owner’s wife... standing in the moonlight, chopping at with a cleaver.
She turned, her face covered in blood, and asked Fangfang: ’Is it tender?’"
After that, Fangfang fainted from fright. The next day, she was too scared to even go ho, but she did report it to the police.
Once she regained her senses, she suddenly rembered that she hadn’t seen the owner’s wife for several days. The owner had said she’d gone back to her hotown.
But she was terrified and didn’t believe him, so she insisted the police investigate.
And the investigation revealed that the owner’s wife had disappeared without ever leaving the bun shop.
Finally, evidence was found in the at grinder.
As for the strange things Fangfang experienced, so said the ghost of the owner’s wife had returned, deliberately scaring people so soone would call the police for her.
Others said Fangfang had seen sothing but, lacking evidence, pretended to be crazy to have an excuse to call the police.
Still others suggested she might have been dreaming, or perhaps she’d had hallucinations from eating tainted food.
As for the truth, no one knew.
All they knew was that, at the very least, the bun shop owner was brought to justice.
...
Afterward, Jiang Qin told several more ghost stories, including legends from the *Mountain and Sea Strange Tales* and the tale of the yellow weasel seeking its title.
By the ti she finished, the entire bar was filled with animals.
Spiritual Bodies in the form of hawks, dogs, wolves, tigers, and snakes... each one sat primly like a well-behaved elentary school student, listening to the stories.
This also gave everyone a deeper understanding of things like ghosts and monsters.
’If there are ghosts, then there must be gods.’
Jiang Qin said, "Tomorrow, I’ll tell you stories about gods from an era even more ancient than the distant past."
After singing the last two songs, Jiang Qin finished her shift.
You Wei hadn’t been at the bar recently, and her relationship with the others was just average, so she exchanged a few pleasantries and left without lingering.
***
As soon as she got ho, she imdiately logged onto the Star Network.
On her way, Xie An’an had joyfully told her that the Ancient Culture Research Institute had officially cleared her na.
The mont she logged on, she was flooded with @-ntions.
[@Qin Bao, co watch the hater eat Alien Beast dung live!]
[@Qin Bao, co watch the live stream of soone swallowing a Light Computer!]
[@Qin Bao, hurry and co watch the handstand-peeing....]
To this, Jiang Qin could only think that Interstellar People had truly peculiar hobbies.
’They actually dare to eat that stuff, but I don’t even dare to watch!’
She could guess the reason, though. Unlike on Earth where people just run their mouths, accounts here were linked to a citizen’s ID.
If these trash-talkers lost a bet and refused to make good on it, they would be publicly shad by na.
Extremists might even directly publish their personal information and then force them to fulfill their promise offline.
It was just like with Lilia back then; she hadn’t dared to back out of it.
’I don’t dare to watch the others, but swallowing a Light Computer...’
Jiang Qin was a little curious how soone could even swallow that. She was also worried soone might actually die. It was just a bit of trash talk born from doubt; it really wasn’t worth a life...
So, she entered that live stream.
And then she saw a huge, ferocious alligator crushing a Light Computer to bits in its mouth before swallowing it.
’Oh, so they just transform into their beast form.’
[Alright, he’s a real man. We’ll let this slide.]
[Don’t be in a hurry to change back to human form, or you’ll rupture your intestines. Just stay in beast form until you pass it.]
[Even if your intestines rupture, it’s fine. Our hospitals can fix it. They can even transplant a section of an Alien Beast’s intestine for you.]
[Hope everyone knows their limits next ti they make a bet. Pick sothing edible, like Alien Beast dung.]
[Light Computers are hard to digest. Not recomnded for consumption~]
The alligator: *Heh. Great advice. Next ti, don’t give any.*
*As if he wanted to eat it in the first place.*
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