Chapter 141

Mengmeng blinked, thinking Ling Yue was joking with her, she laughed and said: "Streamer, don't keep fooling me, our Bubbles that little fool will meow when he sees me, he can't possibly hide."

She said, still a bit doubtful: "This time Bubbles is hidden really well."

On the stone table she couldn't see, a plump, dark little cat lay on the table, anxious and about to jump up: "I'm right here, owner!"

It meowed a few times, the smart little cat looked at Ling Yue: "Boss, help me out."

Ling Yue pressed her lips together, finally she told Mengmeng: "Come over, I'll let you see Bubbles."

Mengmeng looked at her in surprise, she wasn't stupid, after so long she still hadn't seen Bubbles, she had already started to worry, and hearing Ling Yue's words made it even stranger.

She forced a smile, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Hahaha, streamer, do you need to perform a ritual to see Bubbles?"

Unexpectedly, Ling Yue really nodded: "Close your eyes, after my finger brushes over, you'll be able to see it for a while."

Mengmeng's heart jumped, before she could say anything, a soft fingertip brushed over her thin eyelids, and suddenly a voice sounded in her ear: "Mengmeng? What are you guys doing?"

The speaker was her close female friend, who knew her Bubbles had recently gone missing, living alone at home, so she moved in to live with her; they searched around the neighborhood for Bubbles, even checked the surveillance, but found nothing.

Bubbles seemed to have vanished into thin air in the neighborhood.

Mengmeng's mental state kept deteriorating; her friend went to get takeout, returned to find the house empty, saw a note Mengmeng had written, and worried, rushed over.

She panted, leaning against the pavilion column, grabbed her friend Mengmeng and pulled her close, not even having time to glance at Ling Yue, and fiercely warned her: "Who are you? Why are you touching Mengmeng?"

Mengmeng quickly clasped her hand: "Xiaoqiu, don't be scared, this is Ling Yue, the orca streamer I told you about; she contacted me, Bubbles is with her."

The friend blinked, then realized this was the streamer she'd watched; instantly embarrassed beyond words, she lost her earlier fierce demeanor, covered her face: "Um… I… I didn't mean to do that just now."

She also had unspeakable suffering; because of Bubbles' disappearance, she watched her sunny, cheerful friend turn into this thin figure.

Moreover, when Mengmeng told netizens about Bubbles' disappearance and mobilized them to search, the backend received a flood of private messages—not just concern from netizens, but also some people's disgusting harassment.

Those words, the friend recalls, still make her feel nauseous to this day.

They even received malicious harassment calls; once, someone called and directly said he wanted Mengmeng to spend the night with him, and after that he'd send Bubbles over.

The friend was so angry she called the police directly, but it was only verbal harassment, so they couldn't even file a case.

Mengmeng was also scammed; that person told her Bubbles was in his hands, and asked her to drive ten-some li to a place and wait; Mengmeng waited in the biting cold wind for three hours, and in the end she waited until dark, almost breaking down in tears, before realizing the other party was deceiving her.

Thinking about these things, the friend feels heartbroken.

Now it's all right, they finally found her; they are both fans of Ling Yue, knowing her character, she genuinely felt happy for Mengmeng, and for a moment didn't notice anything wrong.

For example, it's been a long time, and Bubbles still hasn't shown up.

The friend felt relieved, then suddenly her palm ached, and she couldn't help but hiss: "It hurts so much, Mengmeng, why are you suddenly gripping so hard?"

Mengmeng didn't answer, staring at the little black cat on the stone table, she could hardly believe her eyes: "Bubbles?"

The little black cat Bubbles tilted its head, then leapt into its owner's arms; Mengmeng felt it was light, its soft, fluffy fur also cool, like holding a small ice cube, but she really wanted to be happy, so she overlooked these oddities, or rather, instinctively didn't want to think too deeply.

She held it, saying: "Bubbles, Bubbles you

"Where did you go? You made me worry to death, you know?"

"Mengmeng?"

The friend swallowed, looked at her with difficulty: "Where is Bubbles?"

Mengmeng wondered: "Isn't it right in my arms? Bubbles feels cold, it must have suffered a lot outside."

Bubbles wriggled, its little head nestling into the owner's embrace, its big, blue eyes full of the owner's likeness.

It meowed again, rubbing gently against Mengmeng's fingertip: "Owner, I'm home."

The friend gasped upon hearing that, Bubbles in her embrace?!

From her perspective, it was Mengmeng suddenly reaching out to touch empty air, her palm stroking nothing, her embrace even more empty, yet her caressing motions and hugging posture truly resembled stroking a little cat.

A bold thought flashed through her mind; in an instant, a chill shot from her feet to the crown of her head, and the friend felt as if she'd fallen into an ice cave: "Mengmeng, don't scare me!"

She shouted at Mengmeng: "What Bubbles, what's in your arms—I didn't see anything, don't scare me!"

Mengmeng blinked, lowered her head—this was her Bubbles, the cat carefully placed its tiny paws on her palm, its current appearance exactly the same as before it went missing.

Mengmeng pressed her lips, puzzled as to why her friend said she couldn't see it; finally her gaze fell on Ling Yue: "Streamer, Bubbles is okay, right?"

As soon as she spoke, she realized her voice was hoarse and rough, like sandpaper—grating and unpleasant.

Ling Yue

She didn't dare look at the girls' eyes: "Bubbles… it came to me in a soul state."

"It said it couldn't find the way home, hoping I could return it home; sorry, when I touched it, it was already… deceased."

Mengmeng's legs went weak; the instant she closed her eyes, the world began to spin.

She slumped onto the stone stool; the cat's rough, barbed soft tongue licked her wrist, with no warmth, the icy chill made her face turn ashen white like paper.

Mengmeng lowered her eyes, met Bubbles' worried gaze, and suddenly dared not move.

The friend was even more shocked, but they were both fans of Ling Yue's livestream, always tuning in, they usually accepted things beyond the ordinary, yet that didn't mean she could accept the news of Bubbles' death.

"Bubbles is still so little—who, who is so heartless as to bully a tiny cat, I'll tear him apart alive!"

Bubbles' owner—Mengmeng held the kitten, tears dropping one by one; Bubbles startled, lay in her embrace licking her jaw nonstop, trying to get her to stop crying.

But how could humans understand a kitten's meow; her tears fell pattering like broken beads, she wept heartbroken.

"Bubbles, Bubbles I'm sorry…… I'm sorry……"

If only she had gripped the rope tighter back then, if she had acted a step earlier, been a bit more careful, would the outcome have been different?

Mengmeng regretted it deeply.

Immediately, her eyes filled with hatred: "Who? Bubbles, tell me, who hurt you?"

"Streamer, do you know who took Bubbles away? I want to avenge Bubbles!"

"Bubbles… it's just an innocent little cat, it stays at home all day, and even when it goes out, it basically never leaves my sight—who could be so vicious? Who could be so vicious, how could they bear to harm a little cat?"

Ling Yue, hearing this, lowered her gaze slightly to the little cat Bubbles, which licked its paw pads, looked at her, its big blue eyes blinking.

She hadn't forgotten what Bubbles had said before.

She fell silent for a moment, about to tell the two of them, when suddenly she heard Mengmeng's exclamation: "Tail! How did Bubbles' tail suddenly become transparent?"

Ling Yue froze, following her best friend's pointing direction, and indeed a section of Bubbles' tail was turning transparent; instantly an alarm went off in her heart.

Not good.

This should be because Bubbles' obsession has been fulfilled, causing this state; the resentment on its body has instead become the catalyst for its soul to scatter.

At the critical moment, Ling Yue reached out and lightly brushed both sides of Bubbles; the kitten's scattered soul, visible to the naked eye, began to gather.

In just a few movements, Mengmeng's heart raced; only after Ling Yue finished did she dare to speak up and ask.

Ling Yue's expression grew grave, and she didn't hide anything from the other person: "You just asked where the person who took Bubbles was, didn't you? After Bubbles died, I killed him; because of that, its soul became unstable, and just now it was about to scatter."

Hearing this, the two people's breath caught, their faces turned pale as they looked at the kitten in their arms; Bubbles was a little frightened, it was also the first time it had seen such an owner.

Will the owner think I'm dirty?

The kitten shuddered at those images, and the next moment the owner clutched it tightly to their chest.

"Sorry… sorry, Bubbles… I came too late…"

The little black cat Bubbles stretched out its paws and placed them on her arm; its big, blue, shining eyes were just as bright and dazzling as when they first met.

It softly mewed, "It's okay."

For Bubbles, being able to see its owner already made it extremely satisfied.

"Excuse me, are you the streamer Mengmeng?" Suddenly a voice rang out; Ling Yue took a closer look and saw it was an acquaintance—Cheng Ziming.

Seeing her, he also froze, then quickly reacted and continued asking Mengmeng: "Do you know this person, Zhang Changhan?"

Mengmeng was baffled, shook her head: "I don't know him; none of my friends have the surname Zhang. What's wrong, Officer?"

She was a bit reserved, stemming from her upbringing; the phrase "Officer" slipped out instantly, and Ling Yue swore she saw helplessness on Cheng Ziming's face at that moment.

Cheng Ziming then showed some messages; Mengmeng's face turned deathly pale at once, for although she didn't know that person, the messages Cheng Ziming produced were very familiar to her.

These were the backstage harassment messages she received while looking for Mengmeng; the sender told her that Bubbles was in his hands, and to find Bubbles she had to spend a night with him.

At that time, Mengmeng had just been deceived; she suppressed her disgust and blocked the sender directly, but later she kept receiving a few more messages.

【Scum, don't think you can refuse a toast and avoid a penalty—your little cat's life is totally in your grasp!】

【Spend a night with me, or I'll chop off its paws!】

【Ignore me? What do you think you are? You @##! %, I'll kill the cat, and you'll never find it again, hahaha!】

The more Mengmeng looked, the more nauseated she felt; those vulgar words she couldn't even utter.

At the same time, a thought arose in her; her lips trembling, she asked him: "Officer, how… how is he?"

Cheng Ziming: "……He's dead."

"He's been dead for several days; only yesterday was he discovered, the corpse almost rotting, his body covered with many scratch marks he inflicted himself, the cause of death being suicide…" He said, pausing, and concealed Zhang Changhan's actual cause of death.

He

He knocked his head against the table corner, damaging his nerves throughout his body; moreover, he watched helplessly as he bled continuously, dying from shock due to excessive blood loss.

Cheng Ziming continued, "Rest assured, we're just following routine procedure."

"Furthermore…"

Cheng Ziming pondered for a moment: "Your cat is called Bubbles, a lost little black cat, right? We found many cat corpses in the deceased's house; if you have time, you can go to the brigade to identify them."

Mengmeng nodded, barely able to open her mouth, for she feared that if she did, a string of sobs would pour out.

Her best friend beside her gripped her hand tightly, then reacted: "Good riddance! Such scum deserves to die!"

Cheng Ziming carefully observed their expressions, finding nothing amiss; although he usually joked around, when handling cases he could be called old.

's, in fact Zhang Changhan's suicide was originally just an accident, but this accident was too suspiciously convenient, so they sent someone to investigate.

How could he have expected that the killer of Zhang Changhan wasn't a person, but the ghost of a dead cat?

Before leaving, Ling Yue settled Bubbles' follow‑up issues, giving Bubbles and its owner seven days; after seven days, Bubbles will reenter the cycle of rebirth.

Because the karmic debt of killing was also erased directly by Ling Yue.

Killing?

No, scum doesn't count as a person.

After finishing these, Ling Yue prepared to go straight home; her plan was solid, but plans never keep up with changes—suddenly a group of black‑clad bodyguards appeared, intercepting her outside Mengmeng's residential complex.

"Hello, may I ask if you are Miss Ling Yue?"

Ling Yue: "……No."

The unconventional answer made the black‑clad bodyguards blink, then they smiled: "Miss Ling Yue, our master requests your presence."

Saying this, they gave a slight bow, gesturing toward a nearby coffee shop; Ling Yue's eyes flickered—though they acted respectful, their innate arrogance and contempt could not be suppressed.

Ling Yue: "……"

You were just being polite, weren't you? You've already investigated her thoroughly.

Ling Yue didn't move, glancing coolly at the black‑clad bodyguards: "Tell your master that if he wants to see me, he should come himself; I have other matters and no time to meet him."

The bodyguards blinked, wanting to say more, but Ling Yue had already turned away; her nonchalant demeanor left the arrogant bodyguards stunned.

It also made the man nearby, who had been watching this spot, feel anxious and restless; seeing Ling Yue truly about to get into a car and leave, he immediately cursed under his breath, sprang to his feet, and strode straight toward her.

"Miss Ling, I am Zhang Tianshu."

Ling Yue: "???"

Although she said nothing, her eyes conveyed: Who are you? Zhang Tianshu? I don't know you.

Zhang Tianshu's smile gradually faded; since joining the Xuanmen Association, he had never received such treatment—officials and nobles hearing his name always showed utmost respect.

It's been a long time since anyone dared offend him like this; this person is truly bold!

But after a moment's thought, for the sake of the magical artifact, enduring this is fine; moreover, Ling Yue's reaction clearly shows she isn't a Xuanmen practitioner—even if she knows a few minor tricks, she's merely an unorthodox outsider.

As for Ling Yue's past livestreams, in this short time he also ordered his subordinates to focus on finding information about the feng shui turtle, and see what they could turn up.

Facing Ling Yue, Zhang Tianshu inexplicably felt a sense of superiority; looking at her, his eyes were filled with condescension and loftiness—perhaps he thought he hid it well, but Ling Yue saw through him clearly.

How disgusting.

She glanced at her wristwatch, her brows knitting tight; these weren't an act, but she suddenly thought of her livestream today, and Ling Yue said in a cold voice: "Mr. Zhang, is there anything else?"

Her intention to see him off was too obvious, and Zhang Tianshu couldn't help frowning: "Miss Ling, I've come this time to discuss a business matter with you."

Ling Yue struck an arrogant pose: "Go ahead."

Zhang Tianshu was about to speak when he suddenly startled, a faint sense of suffocation welling up in his chest—when had he ever been so servile? But for his own purpose, he had to speak up and introduce himself: "I've heard you have a century-old turtle; would you be willing to part with it?"

He smiled and continued: "Rest assured, I will definitely give you a satisfactory price; I'm prepared to spend heavily—five million, okay?"

Five million is a heavenly sum for ordinary people; even someone like Ling Yue, a streamer, should be greatly shaken by it, but for Zhang Tianshu, it's not even enough for one job's pay.

If converted into a magical artifact, it would be counted in hundreds of millions.

He waited confidently for Ling Yue's response.

Ling Yue burst out laughing: "Wow, five million, that's a lot."

Anyone could hear the disdain in her tone.

Ling Yue lifted her eyelids slightly, looking at him mockingly: "Five million counts as heavy spending? I'll give you twenty-five million—just never show up in front of me again, okay?"

Zhang Tianshu felt a bit dazed, and after reacting, he flared up with anger, eyes wide: "Miss Ling, I think you still don't get it; let me reintroduce myself—I'm Zhang Tianshu, known as Zhang Tianshi, a member of the Mysterious Gate Association."

Ling Yue asked lazily: "Hmm, so what?"

I don't know if it's Zhang Tianshu's illusion, but he even brought up the Mysterious Gate Association, yet her expression didn't change at all—she completely didn't take him seriously.

He was about to say something else when Ling Yue, smiling sweetly, looked at him: "Since you've already investigated me, why didn't you find out, besides being a streamer, my other"

"heavy identity?"

"I clearly said it before; it seems Zhang Tianshi's investigative skills aren't up to par." She deliberately emphasized the three words "Zhang Tianshi", then continued: "Have you heard of the Special Safety Bureau?"

Upon hearing that, Zhang Tianshu's face instantly changed, and he glared at her angrily—she had known all along, she must have known all along; as for why she went through all that trouble, she was surely just laughing at him!

Realizing his plans had come to nothing, Zhang Tianshu gave Ling Yue a fierce look: "You wait, we'll see how things go!"

Ling Yue took in his expression fully, unable to help wondering: "Is this guy brain‑damaged?"

Ling Yue turned and left, not even daring to think about buying that feng shui turtle master!

As for the so‑called Mysterious Gate Association, Ling Yue thought it over and still called a colleague at the Special Safety Bureau, who told her she needn't give them any face—the two organizations have long been enemies.

Moreover, regarding the special situation domestically, the transmission of the Mysterious Gate in the country has long dwindled to less than one in ten; what remains has banded together to form the Mysterious Gate Association.

In the early years it was still okay, but as time went on they forgot their original aspirations and became a rabble.

This is also part of the reason the Special Safety Bureau was established—a check and balance by those in power.

Ling Yue isn't stupid, so she naturally understood.

She nodded; her colleague's meaning was clear—not afraid of trouble, not afraid of stirring things up, and even quite supportive.

She kept this in mind, began preparing for the livestream, and because of Zhang Tianshu's interruption, the delay was unavoidable.

Ling Yue opened the livestream room, expecting her "gu gu" fans to flood in wildly; at the same time, many stubborn streamers saw the viewer count slipping down in the livestream room and regretted it bitterly.

Another portion, represented by the dance‑area streamer Xiao Tiancha, suddenly stopped their normal livestream.

She looked up at the screen, palms together, and pleaded pitifully with the viewers: "The streamer has something come up suddenly, it's urgent, viewers, let's meet again tomorrow, muah~"

The livestream room's viewers expressed that they understood completely—

【Tiantiancha will handle her own affairs first, see you tomorrow!】

【Okay, streamer goodbye, I also have to keep working overtime~】

Then, the streamer who said she had things to handle and the viewer who said they had to work overtime met in Ling Yue's pet livestream room…

Streamer Tiancha: "……"

Overtime viewer: "……"

After confirming their glances, they were strangers. Recently the encoding has been severe, giving us more motivation to update faster; trouble you to lift a finger to exit the mode. Thanks:,,.