“This counts as a very weak form of Resentment.”
Zhang Feng’s tone was calm, with a hint of steadiness.
“This level of Resentment is actually very common in everyone’s daily life—it’s just that ordinary people can’t see it with the naked eye.”
As he spoke, he took out something particularly heavy from his toolkit, about the same size as an Old-Style Rechargeable Flashlight.
“This kind of Resentment is like a germ. If the human body is exposed for a long time, it can lead to fatigue, lowered immunity, and poor mood. But handling it is simple.”
“Keep the room ventilated, get more sunlight, air out the bedding often, and clean frequently. That alone can prevent most Resentment from invading. If you’re still worried, you can also do this—”
“Help me hold this.”
Zhang Feng handed the Tablet to Wen Ling.
“Point it here for everyone to see.”
“Okay.”
Wen Ling’s small face was tense, as if completing a difficult task. She stood up straight, holding the Tablet’s rubber handle firmly, aiming it at the black water stain.
Then she saw Zhang Feng turn on his flashlight…
It really was a flashlight—but not an ordinary one. This was a solar-lamp-focus flashlight, shockingly bright and even hot to the touch.
“Sunlight has a dissolving effect on Resentment, so my advice is to always keep a solar lamp at home and shine it on dark corners for more than three minutes regularly.”
“Mine is professional equipment with higher power, so it works faster. For the solar lamps you buy, depending on the power, shine them for three to ten minutes. Once a month is enough.”
In just about ten seconds, the trace of Resentment was completely dissolved under the flashlight’s beam.
On the Tablet, which could see Resentment, the black water stain gradually disappeared.
“That’s amazing! Sunlight can do that?”
Wen Ling was great at playing along. This silly girl was curious and delighted about everything, giving full emotional value.
Zhang Feng followed up with a joke.
“Any high-temperature, high-energy beam can clear Resentment, but please don’t try to solo a Monster with a solar lamp.”
“If you do, I wish you good luck.”
“Maybe if you shine it for forty-nine days, you could break a Monster’s skin.”
[Hahahahaha!]
[Got it, off to solo a Monster!]
[My Solar Punch!]
Zhang Feng just smiled lightly at these comments, not taking the netizens seriously.
After all, those who could joke like this definitely wouldn’t really run off to fight Monsters. Besides, in ordinary life, the chances of encountering a Monster before the Bureau does are so low they’re negligible.
The real high-risk group, on the other hand, is those Spirit Investigators and… fishing enthusiasts.
Just like Zhang Feng told Jiang Yin before, people with experience are more likely to mess up.
In other words, if you stand by the river often enough, your shoes will get wet eventually. Walk the night road enough, and you’ll meet a ghost someday.
Zhang Feng shared a lot of everyday tips for handling Resentment, and also taught ways to deal with Monsters.
The core principle summed up in one word: ‘Run’!
[What if you can’t outrun them?]
[If you can’t outrun them, quickly clear your phone browser history!]
“If you can’t run, you can also try shouting for help.”
“In horror movies, many people freeze up and don’t dare to make a sound when they see a Monster, afraid to attract its attention.”
“But that’s wrong. Monsters come with radar and can precisely lock onto nearby humans. Holding your breath is useless. In fact, running away while yelling loudly is more likely to give you a chance.”
“Of course, if possible, call the Bureau’s emergency rescue number as soon as you can.”
“So, always call for help!”
[Understood, find a Magical Girl if there’s trouble!]
[Can I see a Magical Girl?]
[I want to see a Magical Girl! I want to see a Magical Girl!]
Zhang Feng explained seriously, the comments joked, Wen Ling kept up her supporting role, and Jiang Yin silently followed along as a beautiful flower vase.
The livestream passed in this relaxed atmosphere, moving to the final planned step of this Spirit-Seeking Livestream.
The ‘Ghost House’ they explored was a two-story building on the outskirts of the city—not a villa, but the kind of self-built house common in rural areas.
Besides the Main Building they had just explored, there was a Yard behind, with a small Warehouse and a Pigsty built within the yard.
They entered through the front door and exited through the back. The abandoned yard was overgrown with weeds, but two Jujube Trees still grew strong without any fertilizer.
Late August was when jujubes ripened.
Oval-shaped jujubes hung densely from the branches, with no one to pick them. Fallen fruit littered the ground, many already rotting into the soil and once more becoming nutrients for the trees.
Wen Ling stood on tiptoe, picked a handful, wiped them, and put them into her mouth.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she called out to Jiang Yin.
“Try this! It’s so sweet—sweeter than the ones from the fruit store!”
“Really?”
Jiang Yin accepted half-believing.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust this silly girl, but as a child in her old home, she had eaten plenty of jujubes from untended trees like this.
Every bite was like opening a blind box—there might be extra ‘protein’ inside.
Most were sour, too—not likely to be as tasty as Wen Ling made them out to be.
“Really, really!”
But under Wen Ling’s expectant gaze, Jiang Yin still took a cautious bite.
Crisp, tart, sweet, and with no protein.
It really was delicious.
“Zhang-ge, you try some too.”
Jiang Yin handed two to Zhang Feng. When she saw his face change instantly after eating, she knew she was right.
The two exchanged glances, silently realizing something was off.
They were the same age, both from northern rural areas. Their childhoods were probably similar.
The yard was dark, and earlier they hadn’t paid attention to the Jujube Trees, but now, looking closely, they saw the jujubes were all plump, round, and free of wormholes. No bird droppings nearby, either…
This was highly unusual.
Anyone who’d grown jujubes knew that such trees attracted birds and bugs when fruiting. If you didn’t spray pesticide for three days, eighty percent would be eaten.
Jujube Trees also needed lots of nutrients—without fertilizer, so much fruit was impossible.
But according to the records, this house had been abandoned for at least three years.
It was on the edge of the village, long rumored to be haunted, and villagers hardly ever came this way…
So who had been fertilizing and spraying the jujube trees?
Or rather…
“Alright, that’s it for today’s livestream, everyone. See you tomorrow!”
“See you tomorrow~”
In front of the camera, Wen Ling was small and sweet, Jiang Yin waved with a smile.
“Thank you for your hard work, teachers.”
As soon as the livestream ended, the Deputy Director on duty stepped forward with a polite smile.
But Jiang Yin and Zhang Feng didn’t feel like chatting.
Their faces turned grim in an instant, startling the Deputy Director.
He asked nervously.
“T-teacher, what’s wrong?”
“Take Ling Ling back to the hotel first. We have something to handle.”
Jiang Yin looked at Zhang Feng as she spoke to the Deputy Director.
He nodded, and took out his phone decisively.
“I’ll call my colleagues.”