Ghost Tamer 1
“Meow.”
Curled up in the corner, the little golden British Shorthair kitten let out a pitiful whimper.
His surroundings were filled with old, worn-out furniture, stained with dried blood of unknown origin. A chilling wind swept through the room.
Tang Xi wanted to leave, but his legs were too weak to move. All he could do was huddle in the corner, trembling, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would make everything disappear.
1551, feeling incredibly guilty, spoke hesitantly: [I… I didn’t know you were this afraid of ghosts…]
The host had specifically requested a powerful identity—not a mere paper tiger. 1551 had searched long and hard before selecting this world for him.
Who would’ve thought… the little cat was actually scared of ghosts?
1551 tried to comfort him: [Just change back into a human and get out of here first.]
The original character had been the master of this haunted house. He had died in this very room ten years ago, making this the most haunted spot in the entire place.
“Meow.” I can’t change back.
Tang Xi’s ears flattened against his head in fear, making him look even rounder—like a fluffy little ball.
He struggled a few times, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t turn back into a human. Feeling wronged, he let out another soft “meow.”
1551 quickly scanned his body: [Your identity in this world is a vengeful ghost. You’re not supposed to change from a cat to a human—you’re supposed to turn from a cat into a ghost.]
Tang Xi froze in confusion, tilting his head.
“Meow?” How does a cat turn into a ghost?
[I… don’t know.] Sensing his host’s growing distress, 1551 hurriedly reassured him, [But don’t worry! The story has to progress, so there will definitely be a chance for you to transform back later.]
Since the judge had determined that the host could complete his mission in this world, it was impossible for him to be permanently stuck like this. After all, how was a tiny kitten supposed to save the villain?
Speaking of the villain, 1551 shuddered at the mere thought.
He could only hope that his host would find a way to survive.
Then, he suddenly warned: [Host, the original protagonist shou is arriving.]
Tang Xi tensed up. From the original body’s memories, he knew that he wasn’t just any ghost—he was a powerful vengeful ghost, one constantly driven by the urge to kill. However, he had been trapped in this place all along, unable to act on his instincts.
But now, with the protagonist shou stepping in, he had no choice but to follow the role and make a move.
Tang Xi looked down at his soft, fluffy paws and squishy little toe beans, falling into deep contemplation.
…How was a tiny kitten supposed to kill someone?
The original character had been trapped here for ten years, his memories hazy and fragmented. The clearest recollection was of an exorcist who had once attempted to eliminate him—only to be ruthlessly slaughtered in return. The vengeful ghost had played with his prey rather than killing it outright, reveling in his own cruel amusement. The exorcist barely escaped with the last remnants of his sanity, but even if he had survived, he likely left this place completely broken.
That was how the grudge between the original character and the exorcists began.
In this world, ghosts weren’t the only supernatural beings—there were also exorcists dedicated to hunting them down.
Flipping through these memories, Tang Xi grew even more terrified.
[1551… is the protagonist shou an exorcist? Is he here to capture me?]
After all, who else would willingly step into a haunted house like this?
1551 glanced at the protagonist shou, who was already at the door, and sighed in relief:
[Don’t worry! He’s not here to exorcise you—he’s here to livestream!]
Livestream?
Tang Xi’s face turned into a bewildered cat expression.
In the previous world, he had earned a lot of points, so spending some now to have the system broadcast the situation right now didn’t bother him at all.
Under 1551’s live broadcast, a young man dressed in white appeared.
He was holding a selfie stick, streaming from his phone, greeting his viewers as he walked inside.
“Hello, everyone! I’m your host, Qiao Qiao. Today, I’ll be live-streaming an adventure in a haunted house.”
1551 even thoughtfully displayed the barrage of comments from the original protagonist shou’s phone screen.
Chat comments:
“Ahhh! Qiao Qiao looks so good today!”
“Tch, just another attention-seeking streamer. There are no ghosts in this world—just some abandoned house he’s using to fool people. Easy money.”
“Are all outdoor streamers this good-looking now?”
“Good evening, host! Don’t jump to conclusions, guys. Qiao is a real paranormal enthusiast. If you don’t believe it, check out his past streams.”
He seemed to be quite a popular streamer—the viewer count was high, and the chat never stopped scrolling.
Live-streaming haunted house explorations was a controversial topic, attracting plenty of skeptics. A few outright trolls were already stirring up trouble in the chat.
Bai Qiaosheng didn’t even glance at the provocative comments. He kept smiling as he streamed.
His complexion was pale, and in this eerie house, it only made him look even more ghostly.
Some viewers with weaker nerves were already chickening out, and the stream’s audience count started to drop. But the braver ones egged him on to go upstairs—and he actually did, lighting the way with his flashlight.
The moment he stepped onto the second floor, the storyline finally transmitted into Tang Xi’s mind.
Tang Xi: “Meow meow meow?” So… am I supposed to eat him in a bit?
Not only that, but right before he could devour him, the original protagonist gong would arrive, catch him in the act, and eliminate him.
The original protagonist gong came from a powerful family of exorcists. Despite his young age, he was already an exceptionally skilled ghost hunter. Though he struggled a bit against the original character, who was a formidable vengeful ghost, with the protagonist shou’s help, he ultimately succeeded in defeating him.
That was also when he took notice of the protagonist shou—just an ordinary person, yet brimming with spiritual potential, a talent worth nurturing.
The original protagonist shou, Bai Qiaosheng, was also deeply interested in the supernatural. Ordinary people had no way of knowing about the existence of exorcists, but the protagonist gong introduced him to an entirely new world, bringing them together.
Tang Xi let out a protesting meow.
If he didn’t cause trouble and harm people, it would break character. But if he did, he’d get eliminated. Wasn’t this too much for a little cat?
1551 tried to comfort him: [Whether you go or not, the protagonist gong will still come after you.]
The protagonist gong was bound to show up today. Saving Bai Qiaosheng was just a side mission—his real goal was to eliminate the original character.
This was a challenge assigned by his family.
Tang Xi was so frustrated that he kept meowing, though it was unclear whether he was cursing at the system or at the world itself.
Bai Qiaosheng suddenly paused mid-step. He seemed to hear faint meowing coming from a room he had just passed.
He took a few steps back.
Some viewers in the chat also chimed in, saying they heard a cat.
But this was an old mountain house, abandoned for who knows how long—how could there be a cat here?
Fearless, Bai Qiaosheng directly pushed the door open.
Tang Xi, caught off guard by the sudden light, fluffed up in shock, turning into a round furball.
Bai Qiaosheng pointed his camera at the trembling little kitten curled up in the corner, and the chat instantly exploded.
Chat comments:
“Where did this little cutie come from?!”
“That cat’s been hiding in here—it’s probably dirty! Just throw it out! But tell me the address first.”
“It looks so pitiful… The poor kitten must be terrified. Host, please save it!”
1551 diligently continued displaying the chat comments. In the eerie atmosphere of the stream, the sudden appearance of a tiny kitten completely changed the mood—it was an overwhelming contrast.
The chat was now full of compliments about how adorable he was, making Tang Xi blush.
But with all that fur, no one could tell.
Bai Qiaosheng carefully stepped forward, reaching out to pick up the kitten, only for the little furball to hiss at him fiercely.
Tang Xi puffed up even more, baring his tiny teeth in an attempt to intimidate him while slowly backing away.
Unfortunately, he tripped over his own hind legs and landed on his fluffy bottom. Dazed, he looked up and let out a confused “meow,” his misty green eyes gleaming like emeralds in the dim light.
His pupils widened into perfect circles. Even while trying to act fierce, he looked irresistibly cute—almost endearingly silly.
Bai Qiaosheng chuckled and gently scooped up the little kitten, stroking him softly.
He’s so gentle… QAQ
Tang Xi couldn’t bring himself to actually hurt anyone, so he just patted Bai Qiaosheng’s hand with his soft little paw pads—without even extending his claws.
It was a half-hearted attempt at resistance, completely lacking the aura of a vengeful ghost.
Bai Qiaosheng assumed the kitten was simply too scared. He cupped his hand over Tang Xi’s eyes reassuringly and said, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you out of here.”
Holding a cat, managing a livestream, and using a flashlight all at once was too inconvenient, so without a second thought, Bai Qiaosheng hastily bid farewell to his viewers and ended the stream.
Chat comments: ???
In his rush, he didn’t even notice that the stream’s viewer count had skyrocketed the moment the kitten appeared, pushing it straight to the homepage’s featured section.
1551: “Why do I feel like the world itself is favoring this dumb cat more and more? Forget everything else—he’s completely half-assing his role, and yet he hasn’t even been flagged for breaking character?!”
Tang Xi had no idea what the system was thinking. He was too busy feeling smug about his own acting skills.
I must’ve looked super intimidating just now! The protagonist shou even ended his stream—he must have been scared I’d terrify his viewers!
“Meow!”
Bai Qiaosheng gently patted him. “Good boy.”
Tang Xi: He’s afraid of me.
The delighted little kitten’s tail tip twitched slightly.
Bai Qiaosheng glanced around the room and instinctively frowned.
The atmosphere was chilling—bloodstains covered the floor, the tables, even the ceiling.
It was clearly a crime scene, far more terrifying than the rest of the haunted house.
And judging by the layout, it was the master bedroom.
A place that would normally pique his curiosity now filled him with unease—all because of the little furball in his arms.
Who would abandon such a well-behaved kitten here?
Suddenly, a noise came from downstairs. Bai Qiaosheng withdrew his gaze and carefully carried the cat as he made his way out.
. . . . .
A young man in modern casual wear pushed open the doors of the haunted house.
He was the rising star among exorcists, hailed as the most promising talent of the new generation.
At birth, a celestial phenomenon marked his arrival, and the elders of his clan declared him extraordinarily gifted. Raised with a silver spoon, he had never faced setbacks on his path as an exorcist—until today.
Ji Ziang glanced behind him, catching a glimpse of white robes before quickly turning back, his heart heavy with apprehension.
He still couldn’t figure out why the great ancestor Ji had suddenly emerged from seclusion to oversee his trial.
There were many exorcists in the world, but only one could be called a Celestial Master.
Ji Fuqing.
Just thinking of that name made Ji Ziang feel immense pressure.
He was like an insurmountable mountain, towering over all exorcists.
If Ji Ziang had known the Celestial Master would be coming along, he would’ve dressed more properly—brought his exorcist robes, prepared all his talismans—anything to leave a good impression.
He wasn’t arrogant enough to think Ji Fuqing was here to personally mentor him. The only explanation was that something inside this haunted house had drawn the legendary master here.
Could the vengeful ghost inside not be a recent one, but an ancient ghost that had been cultivating for a thousand years?
Ji Ziang slowed his pace slightly.
He was confident—even if the ghost was beyond his abilities, he felt no urge to retreat. A prodigy who had never tasted failure often carried an extraordinary boldness.
And beyond that, he was eager to prove himself before the one he admired most.
Yet even Ji Fuqing himself wasn’t entirely sure why he had come.
A voice deep inside urged him to be here.
He had always been indifferent to worldly affairs, never one to act on impulse, yet this was the first time he had felt such an inexplicable urge.
So, without hesitation, he left seclusion, rejecting those who wished to follow and curry favor, keeping only one person to lead the way.
The road has already been led here, so the person is no longer needed.
Ji Fuqing spoke calmly, “Just stand guard at the door.”
His voice was as cool and clear as water dripping onto stone, carrying a distant, otherworldly quality.
Author’s Note:
Tang Xi’s perception of himself: commanding, majestic, imposing and overbearing.
Bai Qiaosheng and the livestream audience’s perception of him: Soft, adorable, and irresistibly huggable.