The Little King of Hell and the Ghosts and Gods’ Live Streaming to Stardom [Mysticism]
The Little King of Hell and the Ghosts and Gods’ Live Streaming to Stardom [Mysticism] Chapter 9

Chapter 9

In the eyes of the audience, Little Qi Wu walked alone to a corner and started talking to the wall. The microphone picked up her voice, but the cameraman only captured her back.

【Cameraman, hurry over! Let me see what my daughter is doing!】

【But there’s no one in the corner. Why is she suddenly talking to the air?】

【Recalling the offering scene from this morning, it’s quite eerie upon closer thought.】

The cameraman, acting as the audience’s hands and knowing what they wanted to see, approached.

By this time, Little Qi Wu had already walked up to the child with red, teary eyes and noticed something was off.

This wasn’t a person, nor was it a ghost.

If it were a ghost, she would have sensed it, but the child in front of her didn’t have the aura of a human.

How strange.

The little boy also saw the girl in front of him. After confirming that she was indeed talking to him, he quickly wiped his eyes and asked with surprise, “Can you see me?”

Little Qi Wu, holding her milk bottle, nodded silently.

The little boy immediately stepped forward, feeling wronged and helpless, and said, “This morning, I came to play with my friends, but they all ignored me, didn’t even look at me.”

Just as Little Qi Wu was about to speak, she saw the camera pointed right at her. No, Judge Dad had said she couldn’t let people know she could see ghosts.

The little boy, still unaware of his own situation, looked at Little Qi Wu in confusion, then at the camera, “Why aren’t you talking? Are you a celebrity?”

“Will I be on TV too?”

Little Qi Wu was in a bit of a dilemma, her small brows furrowed together, and she instinctively bit her milk bottle.

At this moment, the little boy also became anxious, “Are you ignoring me too?”

He looked really anxious, on the verge of tears again, and Little Qi Wu also grew anxious. After thinking for a moment, she stepped forward again and gently took the little boy’s hand, patting it.

The little boy stared at her in a daze.

Suddenly, Little Qi Wu remembered the thing her dad used to talk to the production team on the phone—it was called a mobile phone, and it could be used to talk to people who couldn’t be seen.

Her eyes lit up. She put down her milk bottle, took off her small backpack, and pulled out the mobile phone that Judge Dad always kept with her, then held it to her ear.

She whispered, “Hello.”

The little boy still didn’t understand what she was doing, “Are you making a phone call? Then I won’t talk.”

Little Qi Wu shook her head anxiously and reached out to pat him, “I’m talking to you!”

The little boy asked, “Are you talking to me?”

Little Qi Wu nodded, “Yes, yes, my name is Qi Wu.”

Was this a game of making phone calls? The little boy thought for a moment, then mimicked the action of making a phone call, holding his hand to his ear, and said, “My name is Yu Liangliang.”

“Oh, oh,” Little Qi Wu looked at him and asked seriously, “So, is it because no kids are playing with you that you’re crying?”

“Yeah,” Liangliang said dejectedly, “They ignore me. I want to go home, but the teacher ignores me too, and I can’t find my mom.”

Mom is a family member who lives together.

After understanding this definition, Little Qi Wu roughly knew that Liangliang was looking for someone like Judge Dad.

Little Qi Wu took out the Book of Life and Death from her backpack. To outsiders, it just looked like an ordinary small notebook.

Her small hand kept feeling around on it, looking for Liangliang’s name, “Do you know your birth date and time?”

Liangliang was puzzled, “What’s that?”

Hmm, he doesn’t know his birth details? What should we do then?

Little Qī Wú found herself in a dilemma.

At that moment, Liangliang spoke up again, “But I know my birthday.”

Little Qī Wú: “Birthday?”

“It’s the date I was born.”

Little Qī Wú immediately nodded, “Yes, yes, that’s it, the birthday.”

After hearing Liangliang’s birthday, Little Qī Wú searched through the Book of Life and Death but couldn’t find his name, which meant he really wasn’t a ghost.

How strange.

And if he’s not a ghost, then he’s not under her jurisdiction.

She sat on the small patch of grass in the kindergarten, her little hands propping up her face, looking very troubled.

[Little Qī Wú seems to have something on her mind. Who is she calling?]

[Probably her little friend. She cried because she had no one to play with.]

[Birth details? Wow, a three-year-old actually knows about birth details. As expected of the Temple Keeper.]

[Asking about birth details, could she be telling fortunes? Haha.]

[But when she asked this question earlier, she wasn’t on the phone.]

[Maybe it’s the angle, but I didn’t see her answering the phone or dialing a number.]

[Perhaps the camera didn’t capture it.]

Not only did the audience not see it, but even the nearby cameraman didn’t notice. The cameraman today was the same person who had installed the equipment at the Temple of the King of Hell, named Wang Yang.

He clearly saw Little Qī Wú put the phone directly to her ear, but the camera angle was different, so it wasn’t captured.

What exactly is she doing?

Remembering the shadow he thought he saw that day, a chill rose from Wang Yang’s feet.

Children seem to be able to see things that others can’t, especially given her special identity.

Wang Yang’s gaze at Little Qī Wú gradually became more complex.

Little Qī Wú didn’t know how others viewed her. She was seriously thinking of a way to help Liangliang, so she said, “Then I’ll stay with you for a while. When my dad comes out, we’ll help you, okay?”

“Okay,” Liangliang replied, sitting down beside her and looking at her phone. “You have a phone. Can you call my mom for me?”

Make a call?

But she didn’t know how.

Little Qī Wú pursed her lips, troubled, “But I don’t know how.”

Liangliang: “I’ll teach you.”

He reached out to take the phone from Qī Wú’s hand but found that his hand passed right through it. He stared in shock, “I, I… I think I’m transparent!”

“Don’t be scared, don’t be scared!” Little Qī Wú immediately comforted him, “It’s okay, it’s okay! Let’s find your mom first!”

Liangliang had never experienced anything like this before. He was at a loss and scared, immediately crouching in the corner, hugging his head, “So they can’t see me?”

Then he looked at Qī Wú, “Then why can you see me?”

Qī Wú thought for a moment, “I’m the Temple Keeper of the Temple of the King of Hell.”

Liangliang burst into tears, “The King of Hell? Does that mean I’m dead? Wuwuwu, I’m not, I want my mom, I want to go home!”

“I’ll help you find your mom,” seeing him cry so sadly, Little Qī Wú couldn’t bear it and softly comforted him, “You’re not dead, you’re not dead. I’ve checked, you’re not dead. Don’t cry, okay?”

Liangliang sniffled and looked at her, “Really?”

Little Qī Wú nodded, “My dad knows a lot. I can ask him for you later.”

Adults are always a source of reassurance. Liangliang’s eyes were red and swollen from crying as he crouched in the corner, “Can I still call my mom?”

Little Qi Wu thought for a moment and said, “Okay.”

Liangliang could recite his mother’s phone number by heart and taught Little Qi Wu how to dial it. Finally, the two little ones managed to successfully dial the number.

On the other end of the line, it took a long time before someone answered. It was a very tired female voice: “Hello, who is this?”

Liangliang immediately became excited. He wanted to grab the phone but couldn’t reach it, so he could only point at the phone and shout loudly, “It’s my mom! Mom! It’s Liangliang! Mom, I’m at kindergarten, can you come pick me up? I’m so scared!”

But there was no reaction from the other end, as if they couldn’t hear him at all.

Liangliang shouted until his voice was almost hoarse.

Little Qi Wu didn’t know what to do either. It was her first time making a phone call, and Liangliang’s mother was still speaking on the other end: “Hello, who is this? Is there something you need?”

Liangliang: “Wuwuwu, mom.”

Little Qi Wu also felt very upset, her eyes turning red. She sniffled and spoke on behalf of Liangliang: “Hello, I’m Qi Wu.”

Hearing the voice of a young child, Liangliang’s mother was stunned for a moment. She couldn’t recall such a name in her memory, but she still softened her voice a bit: “Hello, is there something you need?”

Little Qi Wu didn’t know how to explain. She looked at Liangliang and then listened to the voice on the other end of the phone: “I, Liangliang…”

While she was still struggling with what to say, Liangliang’s mother suddenly couldn’t hold back her sobs.

Little Qi Wu’s eyes showed a look of confusion, and she also felt particularly sad the moment she heard the voice.

Liangliang’s mother choked back tears and asked, “Qi Wu, are you Liangliang’s friend?”

Little Qi Wu softly replied, “Mm…”

Liangliang leaned close to the phone, hearing his mother’s voice and crying uncontrollably: “Mom, don’t cry. Do you miss Liangliang? Liangliang misses you too.”

Little Qi Wu relayed his words but didn’t know how to address the other person, so she clumsily said, “Liangliang’s mom, don’t cry. Does Liangliang’s mom miss Liangliang?”

Liangliang’s mother cried even more sorrowfully: “Auntie misses Liangliang very much.”

Little Qi Wu’s voice was gentle: “Liangliang misses his mom too.”

Liangliang’s mother sat in the hospital, looking at the little boy lying in bed who had been unconscious for so long.

Her son had been in a high fever-induced coma for many days. The doctors said it was very dangerous and told her to prepare for the worst, but she refused to believe it and had held on until now.

As a single mother, she alternated between hope and disappointment every day, not to mention the exorbitant medical bills.

Only by listening to her son’s breathing did she find the strength and courage to keep going, but her spirit was always on the verge of breaking.

She was so afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold on.

Now, hearing the tender voice of a little girl on the phone, Liangliang’s mother could no longer control herself. She buried her face in her arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Even though she knew the little girl was just trying to comfort her, she couldn’t stop crying.

“Liangliang’s mom, don’t cry,” Little Qi Wu heard the sobs and tried her best to comfort her. “Liangliang hears you and feels so sad.”

Her voice lowered a bit: “Qi Wu feels so sad too.”

Liangliang’s mother’s voice was hoarse: “Auntie won’t cry. Qi Wu, don’t feel sad, okay?”

Little Qi Wu looked at Liangliang beside her and relayed his words: “Mm, Liangliang says he loves you very much. When you cry, he feels so, so sad.”

Liangliang’s mother closed her eyes: “I know, Auntie knows. Thank you, thank you, Qi Wu.”

The world had been so bleak for so many days, but as Liangliang’s mother listened to the voice on the phone, she broke down in tears, as if she had found courage once again.

[What happened to Liangliang? I’m about to cry just listening to this.]

[I’m already crying, sob sob, Little Qi Wu is so sweet, still comforting the Lord.]

[Little Qi Wu is also very sad, her eyes are red.]

[This is so touching, is she calling the child’s mother? If it’s what I’m thinking, I hope Liangliang is safe and sound, and that he and his mother are doing well.]

[I hope Liangliang’s Mom and Liangliang are doing well.]

The barrage of comments was filled with unanimous hope, a situation that had never occurred in any previous season of the child-rearing reality show. Every passerby couldn’t bear to post unrelated messages in the live stream.

At that moment, Liangliang’s mother opened her eyes, still holding her phone, and instinctively looked at her son on the bed. Suddenly, she noticed that there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

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