The Little Ghost and the Instant Noodles

Because the only ghost in the hospital chose Lan Hanzhi as its target, nothing happened to the other three guests.

However, Sha Chuan was already scared out of his wits. Just as he entered the ward, he accidentally stepped on a crumpled piece of paper and was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he huddled in a corner trembling. In the end, it took the cameraman half a day to comfort him before he could continue filming.

Ten minutes after Vivian and Mu Xingchen went out, Sha Chuan finally emerged, his face pale, chanting mantras under his breath.

[Oh, why aren't you saying he's delaying the program's progress this time?]

[When you were whispering about others delaying progress, you didn't look like this.]

[He used to have a brave persona, do you see him daring to use it now?]

Sha Chuan didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that this mantra wasn't as effective as it was at the beginning... The first time he chanted this mantra, he felt his whole body warm up immediately, as comfortable as being soaked in a hot spring at the right temperature.

But now, no matter how many times he chanted it, he still felt cold all over, and his heart felt as if it were weighed down by a large block of ice.

The Yin energy on the second floor was much thicker than on the first. After being in this environment for so long, it was natural for his Yang energy to weaken.

Moreover, Sha Chuan had courted death by accepting a drop of blood filled with the aura of a fierce god. If his Yin energy wasn't heavy, whose would be?

Qi Gu couldn't be bothered with him and just signaled to Mu Xingchen beside him to complete the jigsaw puzzle.

Mu Xingchen's persona in the show had always been the true character of a silly Husky. This was the first time he had been given such an important task, and he immediately started assembling it excitedly, wagging his metaphorical tail.

Two minutes later, he carefully placed five puzzle pieces together and pointed to the gap in the middle: "It's just missing the center piece, right? I wonder where the production team hid the last piece?"

Seeing that the other party was a physically strong person wearing a black jacket with a very ordinary bunch of keys hanging from his belt.

Qi Gu looked pityingly at the young but not-so-bright Mu Xingchen: "How many rooms do you guess are on this floor?"

"Six! You mean the locked room on the left of the hallway?" Mu Xingchen instinctively looked in that direction.

"That's the only door that's locked. Should we find the key first before we can go in?" Vivian asked.

Qi Gu finally gave up his boneless posture of leaning against the chair and said helplessly, "No need, let's go."

Everyone now trusted him without question and naturally followed his lead.

A minute later, under everyone's expectant gaze, Qi Gu reached into his pocket and pulled out a key... No, a pack of Little Panda instant noodles.

Everyone: ???

Didn't you just finish eating? Why do you still have more?

Ignoring everyone's suspicious looks, Qi Gu opened the pack, broke off a suitable piece, and inserted it into the lock.

Lan Hanzhi raised an eyebrow slightly, not expecting him to have this trick.

Mu Xingchen's chuunibyou eyes lit up: "Master, you actually have this skill!"

His heart was itching to become a disciple.

Sha Chuan stared at Qi Gu's expressionless face, feeling that the other party was just faking it, and secretly cursed in his heart.

[I knew Qi Gu had played extras and natives, but I didn't expect him to know how to use instant noodles to pick a lock.]

[This skill is kind of cool.]

[So can instant noodles really open a lock? If so, I'll go buy a pack and try it.]

Qi Gu squinted at the lock, his gaze focused, his lips slightly pursed, and then followed by a very soft "click"...

The door didn't open; the piece of noodle had snapped inside the lock.

Qi Gu was annoyed and "pop," his five fingers crushed the pack of noodles in his hand.

The viewers and guests waiting to see his performance: "..."

"I learned the trade from the locksmith downstairs. I thought I could graduate today." There was a hint of disappointment in Qi Gu's voice.

[Laughing to death, the act failed.]

[Ah, this, the plot suddenly becomes reasonable.]

[Why take out something you're not even sure will work? How embarrassing.]

[What do we do now that we can't get in? Use your face to block the lock?]

[Qi Gu's operation is truly suffocating...]

Just as the comment section began to take a subtle turn, Qi Gu opened the lid of his gourd, shook it gently, and poured out the Voice Ghost.

The Voice Ghost, shaken awake, wasn't upset. Its eyes were just a bit misty as it rubbed them with its small hands and obediently waited for Qi Gu's instructions.

"Open the door," Qi Gu said under the even more astonished gazes of the guests and everyone else.

The Voice Ghost skillfully used its transparent body to pass through the door into the room.

Then, the guests outside heard the sound of the lock creaking as it slowly turned. With a "click," the door opened a crack from the inside.

Mu Xingchen's eyes were about to pop out: "Hu— what's in the gourd? It can understand human speech and even open doors?!"

"A little friend," Qi Gu said.

The shock wasn't just Mu Xingchen's; it was also the viewers' before their screens.

[Holy crap! If you had this method, why didn't you use it earlier? Why use instant noodles? I almost thought he had no skill and was just showing off.]

[I know how to use instant noodles to open a lock, but how could that be as cool as this? Coach, I really want to learn this!]

[So... the one who opened the lock is the little ghost who talked to Qi Gu in Clinic No. 3?]

[Probably.]

Some people still stubbornly insisted this was just a prop trick.

After opening the door, the Voice Ghost obediently flew back to Qi Gu's side, waiting for his next command.

Vivian couldn't see the Voice Ghost, but she could inexplicably feel its existence. Her gaze turned toward the empty space beside Qi Gu. Her eyes were faintly misty, looking very moved: "Is it very small? Is it here?"

"Only three years old. Can you see it?" Qi Gu was surprised.

"No, just a feeling."

Hearing this, the Voice Ghost also curiously used its eyes to evaluate the beautiful auntie in front of it, who was radiating a golden aura of merit.

"It seems to like you very much," Qi Gu relayed.

Vivian had come to participate in this show because a master she trusted very much said she could find clues about her kidnapped child here.

Now knowing the existence of the Voice Ghost, she instinctively felt that the Voice Ghost was her child. Her nose turned red, and her eyes were also bloodshot as she asked somewhat chokingly, "What... what happened to it? Is it okay to ask?"

"Because it was born with a disability, it was drowned," Qi Gu said.

Born with a disability... then it probably wasn't her baby.

Her baby was a very healthy, very beautiful baby. Almost all friends and relatives who had seen the baby praised it for being born adorable.

Vivian was a bit disappointed, but only a little. After all, over these years, she had tasted enough of being full of hope and then falling into complete despair.

It was also a child of a bitter fate, gone so young, and still so...

Vivian thought and instinctively reached into her pocket for a red envelope, but quickly realized how could she be carrying that. Her gaze darted around awkwardly, and her attention landed on the little horse charm on her Hermes bag.

A little horse charm—a child should like that, right?

Without hesitation, she unfastened the little leather horse and held it out toward the void: "Auntie didn't know I would meet you and didn't bring a red envelope. This time, I'll give you a small toy first. I hope you don't mind."

The Voice Ghost froze in place, blinking its large eyes at the toy the auntie wanted to give it, not understanding why this auntie was so good to it.

Until its death, it had never had a toy that belonged to it.

Naturally, it didn't know what to do when receiving a gift from others.

It looked pleadingly at Qi Gu. Qi Gu said, "Just say thank you to Auntie."

"Thank you, Auntie," the Voice Ghost thanked in a childish voice, very carefully taking the little horse from Vivian's hand, blinking its eyes as it looked at it incessantly.

"You're welcome." Vivian couldn't hear the Voice Ghost's verbal thanks, but she could guess it must have said it.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken the little horse.