My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

"My darlings, that's all for today's live stream. If you have any good stories to share, feel free to connect with me!"

As Yu Fugui was about to log off, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the camera and floated behind him.

"My story hasn't even begun yet."

A sinister voice rang out, which, combined with the ancient building behind the octagonal pavilion, made it seem even more terrifying.

Then, the camera was instantly turned off.

Fans in the live stream wanted to send comments but couldn't, so they sent private messages instead.

"Damn! The streamer scared me! Pay up!"

"Is the streamer still alive? Is that a real ghost in the background, or a prop?"

Is the streamer still alive?

Most people were asking if the streamer was still alive, while many others were demanding that the streamer pay them back.

Chapter 133 is a hit!

Yu Fugui was very satisfied with this arrangement, feeling that Ye Zimo was indeed a senior, having gained 10 followers for him in just one night.

And his fan base continues to grow.

Wait a minute, he counted the gifts Ye Zimo had sent, and their value far exceeded his wildest imagination.

They've topped the charts!!!

"I...I...I"

Yu Fugui was very moved, and his private messages exploded.

Many other streamers wanted to connect with him and share their stories, but they were really just trying to ride his coattails.

However, when he looked around at the people around him with emotion, he found that Ye Zimo, Lin Mo, Lin Xuan and Xiao Ju, Xueqiu and Sanwei had all distanced themselves from him.

Only the white-clad ghost lingered behind him.

"I also want to tell stories. Would you like to hear mine?"

"The live stream has ended, bro, no need to act anymore."

Yu Fugui said earnestly, then looked at Ye Zimo, "Senior, you are so professional. You actually found such a dedicated actor for me."

Ye Zimo shook her head slightly.

Yu Fugui looked at Lin Mo again, and Lin Mo shook his head.

Lin Xuan swallowed hard, hugging Snowball and Three-Tail tightly. "I must be having a nightmare."

Yu Fugui looked at Xiaoju again, and Xiaoju shook her head like a rattle drum.

This guy, you didn't find him?!

Yu Fugui's heart skipped a beat. He slowly turned his head, and Ah Piao's pale face was pressed against his own pale face.

With his eyes rolling back, Yu Fugui fainted from fright.

A Piao turned her face and looked at Lin Mo.

"He won't listen to my story, so why don't you listen to mine?"

Lin Mo swallowed hard, startled by his appearance.

This ghost had skin as white as paper, wore a white costume, and had long black hair that reached the ground. Its eyes were white with no pupils, and its mouth was split open, pulling down to its cheeks to reveal sharp teeth. It seemed that it was a man in life.

"He has a very violent temper; he has killed people."

Ye Zimo spoke calmly, and a bone sword appeared in her hand.

"All I want is for someone to listen to my story, why is that so hard?"

The ghost's eyes suddenly sharpened as it looked at Lin Mo. It swooped down at Lin Mo, trying to bite off his neck.

Then, it got stuck.

I bite, I bite, but I can't bite it.

A Piao felt weak all over, as Lin Mo had absorbed all her power.

It was originally an energy entity. After its energy was absorbed, its form dissipated, leaving only a trace of resentment, which took up residence on the pine tree in the octagonal pavilion.

Lin Mo felt full of energy and suddenly had an urge to tell someone a story.

"How is this going?"

Lin Mo turned around and looked at Ye Zimo.

Ye Zimo remained calm and said indifferently, "The Complete Book of Witchcraft records a spell that can make the dead speak. You can try it."

Lin Mo took out the encyclopedia of witchcraft from his backpack, flipped through it, and sure enough, found this kind of talisman.

He drew the talisman on a piece of paper and threw it onto a pine tree.

That trace of resentment was patched up by the white paper, and cracks appeared on the paper, as if an invisible pair of scissors had cut it out.

A small white paper figure stood up.

"I must be dreaming."

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed Xueqiu's head. This dream felt so real.

"Brainless."

The nine-tailed fox suddenly spoke in human language, making Lin Xuan even more certain that she was dreaming.

"Waaaaah, I just wanted to tell a story, why did you have to kill me?"

The little paper figure said with a pitiful expression.

“You can tell your story now.”

Lin Mo gestured for him to proceed.

The little paper figure then began to strike a pose, mimicking a Peking Opera performance.

"I was originally a storyteller in that theater. I stumbled upon the owner's plot to sell out the leading lady in order to curry favor with the powerful. So I wrote a story about it, and as a result, the powerful ordered me to die in this theater. I had nowhere to confide my grievances, and over the years, I grew into a physical form. I just want to find someone with whom I have a connection to tell my story."

The little paper figure raised its hand, seemingly tidying up hair that didn't actually exist.

"With so many people coming and going, not a single person is listening to the storyteller anymore!"

"A few days ago, I finally managed to find someone willing to listen to my story, but he said he had depression and was going to commit suicide at a tourist attraction!"

The little paper figure angrily stomped its foot.

What exactly is depression?

"So, you killed someone a few days ago?"

Ye Zimo asked.

The little paper doll shook its head: "No, no, it wasn't that I wanted to kill him. He was determined to die. He jumped off the tall building, and I floated down to cushion his fall. But my body couldn't catch his physical body, and he still died from the impact, leaving me with a body full of resentment."

"..."

Lin Mo and Ye Zimo were speechless.

The little paper figure looked up at Lin Mo again: "What is depression?"

"A terminal illness."

Lin Mo didn't know how to explain it to him, so she gave a perfunctory answer.

The little paper figure nodded: "Can you listen to my story?"

"Yes, and many people will listen to your stories."

Ye Zimo slapped Yu Fugui, the disgrace of the vampire clan, awake.

"I've found you a partner."

Ye Zimo placed the paper figure in Yu Fugui's hand, and Yu Fugui looked at the paper figure with a blank expression.

"This...this is magic?"

Would you like to hear a story?

The paper figure curiously examined Yu Fugui. Yu Fugui remembered the voice; it was the ghost that had just frightened him.

"you you you!"

"My name is Lu Tong, and I am a storyteller."

The little paper figure introduced itself.

"Are you a storyteller?"

Yu Fugui suppressed his fear. After all, everyone was watching him, and he couldn't be too cowardly in front of a small paper figure.

"Yes."

The little paper figure nodded.

"Can you tell ghost stories?"

Yu Fugui asked excitedly.

"Of course, I have many stories."

The little paper figure spoke in a very serious manner. Although it had no facial features, it gave people a very earnest and sincere feeling.

Yu Fugui and Lu Tong hit it off immediately and became live-streaming partners.

"I suggest that you start broadcasting at midnight every day from now on, as this will be more effective."

Lin Mo suggested, and Yu Fugui's expression turned somewhat strange.

"It's so late, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep after telling ghost stories."

"... "

Lin Mo remained silent.

He's a vampire, yet he's afraid of ghosts!