Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

The two supported each other, walking unsteadily through the dark and slippery alley.

The rain pattered against everything around, making the space even more silent.

Liu Zhimin actually had a lot of questions.

Why would he come to such a place in the middle of the night to "catch ghosts"?

Why did you insist on not going to the hospital despite suffering such a serious injury?

And the strangest thing is, why do those exorcising rice grains emit wisps of blue smoke when they splash on him?

But when he caught a glimpse of Cui Shi'an's profile, washed by the rain and filled with exhaustion and pain, he silently swallowed all those words back.

"Can you stop staring at me like that?" Cui Shi'an seemed to notice her gaze, and with a forced, relaxed smile, he made a joke:

"If I keep watching, I might misunderstand."

"Tch." Liu Zhimin's cheeks flushed, and he quickly turned his head away, pretending to examine the dark wall.

"However," Cui Shi'an changed the subject, voicing his doubts, "how did you know I was here?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, her voice muffled by the sound of rain: "...I...watched your live stream..."

"Huh?" Cui Shi'an was startled and almost stepped into a puddle. "You know my live stream account?"

Just as Liu Zhimin was about to explain that it was recommended by the makeup artist, he heard him suddenly realize something and sighed.

"That's true. After that car accident, your company must have thoroughly investigated me, right? It's not surprising that they know."

"Tch!" Liu Zhimin rolled his eyes at him dismissively. This guy really is incredibly self-important.

"So what's your ID?" Cui Shi'an asked curiously.

"Why should I tell you?" Liu Zhimin retorted confidently.

Cui Shi'an gasped, taken aback by her attitude, and his wound throbbed with pain. He hesitated and said:

"It's not really appropriate for you to secretly follow other people like this..."

"You only survived because I was 'secretly' watching you, okay?" Liu Zhimin immediately retorted, with a hint of smugness.

"If I hadn't arrived in time, you would be in a terrible state right now!"

After saying that, she muttered to herself, "With such limited skills, she's trying to act like a sorcerer from a movie, catching ghosts. It's ridiculous..."

Cui Shi'an suddenly stopped in his tracks: "What are you muttering about?"

"I didn't say anything, did I?" Liu Zhimin's tone instantly became light and innocent, as if the sharp-tongued person from just now wasn't her.

At this moment, the girl was no longer the cowardly girl who dared not walk alone at night just a few minutes ago.

Fortunately, as they were talking, the two had already walked out of the alley and arrived at the relatively bright and spacious main road.

Cui Shi'an stopped, ignoring his discomfort, opened his soaked backpack, and pulled out a clean, individually wrapped face mask, handing it to her.

"Be careful on your way back. Once you arrive, remember to send me a message to let me know you're safe."

Liu Zhimin nodded, took the mask, and skillfully put it on, revealing only a pair of eyes that still showed a hint of lingering shock, yet had regained their liveliness.

She glanced back at the dark, shadowy alleyway that had swallowed up the light, and asked worriedly, "Are you... going back?"

"Hmm," Cui Shi'an responded, "We can't just let them lie there forever, can we? Besides—" He changed the subject, his tone becoming increasingly strained:

"I still need to settle scores with someone!"

The second half of the sentence was almost squeezed out through gritted teeth.

Wasn't it supposed to be a bound spirit?

This isn't a bound spirit, it's clearly a vengeful ghost!

"Who are you looking for?" Liu Zhimin blinked curiously.

Of course, he's a senior figure in your idol world! Although he was very unhappy inside, he just casually mentioned it:

"Anyway, having that one person is enough."

Just then, an empty taxi with its roof light on slowly approached.

Liu Zhimin had to swallow the question that was on the tip of his tongue again.

It wasn't until Cui Shi'an opened the car door for her that she came to her senses, bent down and sat in the car, and through the lowered window she reminded him again, "Then... you must be extra careful."

"Okay." Cui Shi'an nodded, closed the car door for her, and waved to the car.

The taxi's taillights gradually blended into the traffic and disappeared from sight.

The gentleness on Cui Shi'an's face quickly faded, replaced by an expression of "settling scores later."

He touched the cracked screen of his phone in his pocket, his heart bleeding—damn it, replacing the screen with an original one would cost over 200,000 won!

This must be reimbursed! There are also medical expenses, lost wages, attendance fees, travel expenses, and compensation for emotional distress!

With that thought in mind, he resolutely turned around and stepped back into the dark alley he had just escaped from.

However, before he even reached the convenience store, from a distance, he saw a slender figure appear under the old, malfunctioning streetlight.

That iconic black dress, and that casually loose little braid over her shoulder...

"ah--!"

Cui Shi'an's pent-up anger found an outlet, but he only managed to utter one syllable before he was horrified to find that his voice was as if it had been choked by an invisible hand and had completely disappeared from his throat!

He opened and closed his mouth in vain, but no sound came out. He could only stare wide-eyed at the figure, gesturing wildly at the mess around him, so angry that he almost jumped up.

Hera slowly turned around, her face bearing her usual expression—a mixture of knowing everything and a hint of mockery. Clearly, this was her "masterpiece."

"I know, I know, it was my oversight this time." Her tone was flat, her gaze sweeping over the convenience store owner, who was still slumped in his chair, unconscious.

"I never expected it to be a vengeful spirit that had been accumulating for over a decade."

Cui Shi'an was so angry that his nose almost crooked. He turned around abruptly, lifted his soaked clothes, and showed her the red marks on his back caused by rice grains burning him. He then angrily pointed to his legs and arms, which were in excruciating pain!

"I already said it was my fault, why are you being so petty?" Hera seemed a little embarrassed.

"Come to my place later, and I'll cure you."

Okay then... forget about the medical expenses, after all, even the best hospital can't cure you instantly.

He quickly pointed to his throat, his eyes strongly conveying his desire to speak.

"Can we talk properly now?" Hera raised an eyebrow.

He nodded vigorously.

"Tch." She snapped her fingers lightly. "Go ahead and say it, but no swearing."

"No..." Cui Shi'an felt the constriction in his throat loosen and quickly spoke, his tone still carrying a hint of relief and dissatisfaction:

"Didn't you do any research beforehand? I almost died here tonight! And you call this 'not dangerous'?"

"Even the messengers of hell would have a hard time sensing a vengeful spirit of this level." A cold glint flashed in Hera's eyes.

"Moreover, it is very cunning; once it senses my presence, it will completely hide."

"Ugh! I'm quitting this part-time job!" Cui Shi'an said angrily. The thought of possibly encountering such a "tough nut" that even the messengers of hell could hardly detect in the future made his scalp tingle. This was simply playing with his life!

"Didn't you already solve it?" Hera seemed unconcerned by his protest, her gaze filled with inquiry.

"To think that he could completely eradicate resentment that had accumulated for over a decade... I couldn't even do that..."

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Cui Shi'an with suspicion:

"How did you do that?"

Cui Shi'an was furious. Without thinking, he casually pulled the cold arrowhead from his pocket and tossed it over.

"Here, it'll work. I'm not entirely sure about the specifics, you'll have to see for yourself..."

Before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened!

The moment the arrow left his hand, Hera, who had been languid and in complete control, suddenly changed her expression!

It was an expression that mixed extreme shock, disgust, and even... a hint of fear.

"ah!"

She let out a short, low stern rebuke, her figure flashing backward several meters like a startled black butterfly, her skirt tracing a sharp arc in the damp air. Her expression suddenly turned serious.

"How do you have something like this??"