As the viewers saw the scene, many of them immediately began to panic. Comments flooded in.

Aiden quickly spoke up, trying to calm them. "Don’t worry, I’ve got a talisman with me, and we also have experts here."

He shifted the camera toward the priest, who gave a faint, solemn nod.

The reaction was immediate.

The viewers became excited, their fear turning into thrill. Comments poured in praising Aiden’s luck.

Seeing this, Aiden couldn’t help but smile brightly. "Thank you, thank you," he said, basking in the attention.

’At least putting up with these rich people has some benefits,’ he thought.

In truth, the entire livestream was arranged at the request of Tyler and Emily.

Both of them came from powerful families and were preparing to make their public debut. These dangerous cemetery streams were part of building their image.

People loved it.

Especially when they appeared fearless, accompanied by priests and masters, as if danger itself were nothing more than entertainment.

This time, they had brought along York and Aiden to enhance that image.

As Tyler and Emily began walking ahead, York leaned slightly toward Aiden and whispered, "You’ve got some guts, you know that? You actually tried talking to the princess of the Swan family like that."

Aiden grinned, his confidence returning slightly. "I was just testing my luck," he said. "Who knows? Maybe I could end up becoming their family’s son-in-law."

York shook his head with a smirk. "Keep dreaming."

They slowly approached the entrance of the cemetery.

A cold wind swept past them, making everyone’s skin prickle.

Even the viewers watching from behind their screens felt uneasy.

At that moment, the priest suddenly stopped and looked around, his expression turning sharp and alert.

"There is a ghost here," he said in a low, serious voice.

The moment those words fell, the livestream exploded.

Some viewers screamed in fear, while others became wildly excited. Gifts started pouring in, one after another.

Aiden’s screen lit up.

Seeing that, Aiden’s eyes sparkled as he grinned and said, "Look at that, I’ve already received gifts!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

York glanced at him and shook his head, though a faint smile appeared on his lips as he showed his own screen.

"There are three cars gifted already," York muttered as his screen flickered with incoming rewards.

Aiden glanced at the display, his chest tightening with jealousy as he forced a smile and raised his thumb.

"Looks like York’s a real star tonight," he said, his voice light, though his fingers curled slightly in frustration.

’Three cars... just like that? Is it luck... or is it because he’s built this for so long?’

York remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the stream, and thought to himself, ’Is this really luck, or is it all the effort I’ve put in over time?’

Meanwhile, the priest stepped forward, his robe brushing softly against the ground, and took out a small vial of holy water.

The moment the droplets touched the ground, a faint sizzling sound echoed.

A thin, almost invisible mist rose, and all four of them instinctively stiffened, their breathing slowing.

In contrast, the livestream chat exploded with excitement.

Viewers flooded the comments with enthusiasm, some even joking that it looked more like a picnic than a ghost hunt.

York and Aiden, who had been tense from the start, quickly seized the opportunity.

"This is only possible because of Young Master Tyler and Miss Emily," York said with a respectful nod.

Aiden followed immediately, his tone eager. "Without them, a place like this would be extremely dangerous, even for experienced people like us."

As they spoke, both of them subtly glanced toward Tyler and Emily, hoping for even the slightest acknowledgment.

However, Tyler and Emily ignored them completely.

Without a word, the two stepped forward and entered deeper into the cemetery.

As they walked, the priest cast a brief glance at York and Aiden, his eyes sharp, silently warning them not to overstep their boundaries.

Though they had been paid, it came with a condition... this collaboration was not to appear staged.

Understanding the warning instantly, both York and Aiden nodded obediently and followed.

The deeper they went, the heavier the atmosphere became.

Rows of crooked gravestones stretched endlessly, some cracked, others tilted.

York and Aiden felt it the most.

Aiden rubbed his arms unconsciously and muttered, "For some reason... I feel a strange warmth in my pocket."

York immediately shot him a suspicious look and scoffed. "Don’t tell me you’re getting ideas about Emily at a time like this."

Aiden blinked, startled, before waving his hand quickly. "No, no, it’s not that," he said hurriedly. "It’s the talisman in my pocket. It’s been getting hotter... like it’s reacting to something."

He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Maybe it has some chemical that reacts with the surroundings..."

Hearing this, York rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Even if you’re trying to get attention, at least think before you speak," he said dismissively before moving ahead to join Tyler and Emily.

Aiden felt a slight sting in his chest. ’Was I really overthinking...?’

Still, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the talisman.

The moment it touched his palm, he nearly flinched.

It was scorching hot.

It felt less like paper and more like a burning coal, forcing him to toss it lightly between his hands to avoid getting burned.

For a brief moment, he even considered throwing it away, but something deep inside him stopped him. ’No... keep it. This might be important,’ his instinct warned.

Soon, the group gathered at the center of the cemetery.

This was not just an exploration. They were here for a ritual.

A well-known game. The spirit-calling game.

They formed a circle. The rules were simple: summon a spirit, ask questions about the future, and in return, offer something the spirit demanded. It could be meat, an artifact, or even blood.

As Tyler, Emily, and York sat down and began preparing the ritual, taking out sheets of paper, Aiden hesitated.