Bai Lixin suddenly looked up, his face almost brushing against the shaman’s.
The shaman was unprepared for the sudden enlargement of the young man’s handsome face, and he was momentarily stunned. Then, a blush spread across his cheeks almost imperceptibly.
The shaman’s gaze averted with a touch of shyness, and his voice stumbled, “I-I didn’t mean it that way.”
“I’m just curious about what kind of person someone as good-looking and perfect as you would like.”
——————————
In the live broadcast room:
[Is there a possibility that humans can no longer satisfy God Xin’s requirements? Maybe he doesn’t necessarily like humans.]
[Big boss: ??? Why does it sound like an insult?]
——————–
As the shaman finished speaking, it clocked exactly eight o’clock in the evening.
The once-quiet studio was suddenly filled with the sound of machinery starting up. Then, from the speakers on both sides of the stage came the crackling sound of electric current.
—“Good evening, esteemed masters.”
—“I apologize for meeting you in this way. Due to the supernatural rumors about Studio 8, our staff dared not enter the fourth floor. So, I can only communicate with you in this manner.”
—“Allow me to introduce myself. I am in charge of handling incidents related to Studio 8. You can call me He Guang. I believe you already know why we’ve invited each of you here, right? A supernatural incident occurred in Studio 8 some time ago and then some claimed that the studio might be inhabited by vengeful spirits and the like. That’s why we’ve specially invited all of you, the best in your respective fields, to remove the malevolent spirits.”
—“Shall we proceed directly or do you have any questions for me?”
Bai Lixin scanned the room, spotting several red dots on the studio’s ceiling, indicating cameras.
Seemingly aware of Bai Lixin’s gaze, one of the cameras gently swayed its head, aligning its lens at Bai Lixin.
—“I can see you through the cameras. If any issues arise, we will take immediate action.”
The voice with a hint of electric current sounded through the speakers again.
“I have a question.” The priest raised his hand, “Did supernatural incidents happen frequently in this studio?”
—“There have been a few accidents, but no fatalities. Only one incident was unusual—a highly anticipated artist named Lin Mu fell onto the stage.”
—“This time, we’ve invited you all here to see if Lin Mu’s spirit still lingers and if we can communicate with him through you. Whoever accomplishes these tasks will receive a reward of two hundred thousand yuan from our TV station.”
—“Any more questions?”
The people in the studio exchanged glances, falling into silence.
The voice through the speakers sounded again.
—“Since there aren’t any, I won’t disturb your work, esteemed experts. We hope to see you later.”
The speakers made a final “crackling” sound, then fell completely silent.
Bai Lixin looked up at the cameras around him. Although the voice from the speakers had ceased, the cameras above continued moving, tilting their heads to track them, silently recording their every move.
After a silence lasting two minutes, Priest A finally spoke, “Through the Eye of the Gods, I seemed to have glimpsed a shadow imbued with a dark aura. It might be responsible for the disturbances in this studio. Its power is immense, but I couldn’t discern its appearance—only a vague outline within a cluster of black mist.”
Touching the crystal ball in his palm, the priest wore a troubled expression, “My crystal ball also conveyed its formidable strength.”
The Taoist priest was an elderly man. He finally ceased polishing his coin-adorned sword, raised the sword gracefully in mid-air and formed an elegant sword flower. After pausing his movements, he pointed the coin-adorned sword toward the location of the stage’s beams, stating, “There’s something there. This room is eerie, exuding a strong magnetic field.”
The monk was the eldest among them, with a long, grizzled beard and eyebrows longer than the average person’s.
With a compassionate expression, he chanted “Amitabha Buddha,” forming a lotus gesture with one hand and holding the string of prayer beads around his neck with the other. “Though it’s wrapped in malevolent thoughts, it has yet to harm anyone’s life. Put down the butcher’s knife and let it turn to the right path. As long as it’s willing to convert to Buddhism, I’m willing to recite sutras for its salvation.”
The three at the back didn’t say anything. The shaman’s expression was casual and bland, showing no signs of fear. The other two sat quietly in their chairs, offering no opinions.
To ease the tense atmosphere, Xia Chi quietly took out his phone from his pocket, intending to search for information about the other incidents in this studio. But when he turned on his phone and checked, his face turned pale instantly.
His voice was trembling, “Brother, my phone has no signal.”
…
Behind the screens where these eight people couldn’t see, a group of people had burst into laughter.
“How’s the live data looking?”
“Boss, the fake live stream room already has over thirty thousand viewers, and the numbers are still rapidly increasing.”
“Hahaha, this is hilarious. I bet this person never imagined that we brought them here to generate buzz for a new program. Magnetic fields, shadow figures, and malevolent spirits—they all looked so convincing.”
Another person sighed, “Among these few, some are quite well-known in the industry. After this live stream, they’ll probably be humiliated and their reputation shattered. Is it appropriate for us to do this? What if they sue us?”
“If they do, we’ll just compensate them with some money. Compared to that little money, out main priority is the popularity of our live stream room. Whether this new program takes off or not depends on the outcome of this live stream. Let me check… wow, the viewer count is about to reach forty thousand, and we’ve just started. This is the essence of popularity and heat. Is everything ready?”
“Everything’s prepared, boss. We’ve set up mechanisms in the corners. Just tell us when to activate them.”
“Hahaha, these people probably never dreamt that we’ve fabricated the scene of Studio 8’s battle damage ourselves. There were no platforms collapsing, the blood on the floor is synthetic, and news of the artist getting injured from being hit was only spread for sensationalism.”
“Yeah, in pursuit of a realistic effect, we even shattered the lights. Each and every fan is trying to find out which artist got injured. Boss, we’re really capitalizing on the momentum.”
“What capitalizing? It’s seizing the opportunity.”
“Our fan count is already fifty thousand, boss. About half of them are discussing Lin Mu, and the other half are criticizing us for riding on Lin Mu’s popularity.”
“I’m just riding on it. Does Lin Mu really want to hunt me down? Studio 8 was already shrouded in mystery due to Lin Mu’s death, and it comes with its own allure when it comes to anti-fraud efforts. Next time, remember to look for places with this kind of popularity for haunted settings. Ready, once the fan count reaches sixty thousand, we’ll trigger the first mechanism.”
…
The people In Studio 8 had no idea that at this moment, they were being used as tools for live entertainment. Not only Xia Chi’s phone, but the phones of the others were all devoid of signals. They couldn’t contact the outside world or access the internet, and were completely unaware of what was happening outside.
The group was earnestly investigating the traces left in the studio.
Everyone including Bai Lixin stepped onto the stage where the platform had fallen.
Priest A used a crucifix to sweep across the blood on the ground, his expression growing graver. “Such intense demonic energy. I understand now. This studio is harboring a terrifying demon. If we let this demon be, the TV station will soon encounter an irreversible catastrophe!”
As he spoke, he pulled out a silver bottle from his pocket. Pouring some liquid from the bottle onto the ground, he said, “This is holy water I obtained from the Supreme Lord. I hope it works.”
As the water touched the ground, something strange happened.
A layer of white mist instantly rose from the ground, as if it were purifying something invisible.
Seeing the mist, the two priests smiled with relief. Priest B began blowing rainbow farts, “High Priest Harry, the holy water is working. Have we successfully exorcised the demon?”
Priest A’s expression turned serious. “No, the opponent’s power is very strong. I merely purified the residual demonic energy on the ground. The true exorcism is just beginning.”
As his words fell, the lights above them suddenly extinguished.
In that instant of darkness, the sound of metal falling echoed without warning from a distance.
Shortly after, footsteps, which shouldn’t have been there, followed.
Step!
Step!
Step!
Everyone’s breath momentarily hitched. The priestess stood vigilantly in her place, feeling as though something had grabbed her foot.
Suppressing a scream, she quickly turned on her flashlight and shone it down, only to breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing what had grabbed her foot.
The two priests, who had just been valiantly exorcising moments ago, were now sitting limply on the stage, their hands around the priestess’s ankle.
The two priests looked terrified as they stared outside, as if they had been scared out of their wits.
The priestess wanted to laugh and was about to mock the two when eerie sounds resurfaced.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Swish.
Swish.
Swish.
The sounds sometimes came from the front and sometimes from behind, each emanating from a different location.
Just as she was about to locate the source of the sounds, a shadow flashed by at the end of her flashlight beam.
…
Behind the concealed screens, the organizer in charge was on the verge of laughter.
He pointed at the two priests who were frightened to the point of weakness, and laughed heartily. “Holy water? Priests? Are they kidding me? What holy water? Don’t think I can’t tell. That’s just a bottle of dry ice water. The water evaporated into mist instantly upon hitting the ground. This isn’t fantasy fiction; this is science. That’s why they say, ‘Mastery of math and science makes demons and ghosts flee.’”
He gazed at the live broadcast, chuckling as he observed the barrage of comments scrolling by.
At this point, the live viewer count had reached seventy thousand.
[Are these two priests here to be comedians? I’m not even scared. What are they afraid of?]
[You’re not afraid because you have seventy thousand people accompanying you, and you know it’s all fake.]
[The live stream room is too wicked.]
[Someone, please carry the two priests to the rooftop; they’re out of the game.]
As the crowd avidly watched the embarrassment of a few individuals, a terrifyingly pale ghostly face suddenly appeared on the big screen, as if it were standing in a blind spot on top of the screen, descending without anyone noticing.
The ghastly face lasted only a moment before vanishing instantly.
The organizer’s laughter abruptly halted, and he gulped. “Damn, that scared me. How did they create that ghostly face? It looks so realistic?”
As the live stream approached the eight individuals, the barrage of comments erupted.
[Fuck, that scared the daylights out of me. The production team is really something, huh?]
[I was so scared I almost wet myself; I’m a complete wreck.]
[That terrified me! Someone, save me!]
[Bullet screen shield! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!]
[Wow, the production team is amazing. Was that a mask or special effects? It was so realistic; I swear I saw the ghostly face move for a moment.]
[It’s impressive!]
It was this intense discussion that instantly catapulted the live stream room’s popularity to the top spot among similar streams, with viewer count reaching a hundred thousand.
Although the organizer had been startled, he still looked at the prop team with satisfaction. “Well done, I didn’t expect you to sneak in this surprise. It caught me off guard. With such impressive skills, why didn’t you show them earlier?”
However, the prop team’s manager had a pale complexion, stiffly turning to the makeup team. “We didn’t do this. Was it you?”
The makeup team was also taken aback, shaking their heads before looking at the sound team. “Was it you?”
Sound team: “No, it wasn’t us. We’re responsible only for sound. Isn’t the ghostly face entirely under your prop team’s jurisdiction?”
The manager of the prop team remained somewhat pale. “We did create a ghostly face, but we haven’t released it yet, and the level of detail can’t compare to the one that appeared earlier.”
Everyone looked at each other, then turned their collective gaze towards the organizer.
The organizer frowned. “Why are you all looking at me with those eyes? Maybe it’s someone’s prank. Anyway, it doesn’t matter; this unexpected incident has brought more popularity to our live broadcast. We can figure out who did it after the broadcast ends.”
—————————-
Inside the live broadcast room
[I’m literally screaming for help! But, am I watching a live stream in a live stream room? Have I entered a loop?]
[But those people in that live stream aren’t as cute as us.]
[This production crew is so sneaky! They dared to play tricks on God Xin. I dare to speak up and say that the face just now was definitely ghost. The people from the television station are done for; during the live stream, they released the biggest ghost.]
[Why do I dislike the attitude of this production crew so much? For the first time, I hope the ghost comes and bites them to death. Intentionally scaring others and broadcasting embarrassing scenes, is this how people do things?]
[This isn’t any different from our real world. Some production crews and media outlets simply disregard others’ lives all for the sake of popularity.]
————————
The ghostly figure flashed by, the sounds disappeared, and the lights above everyone’s heads lit up once more.
Just as the priests were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they heard the Taoist exclaim, “Look at the ground!”
Everyone turned their gaze to the ground upon hearing this, only to discover a bloody message written in the dust.
——Get out!!
“Ah! Ghosts! There are really ghosts!” The two priests finally couldn’t bear it any longer. They screamed and stumbled, jumping straight off the stage that was over a meter high.
Several people seven faintly heard the sound of bones dislocating when they landed.
Bai Lixin looked down and saw the two priests supporting each other as they stumbled out of the door.
They limped and hobbled, swiftly leaving the studio.
After watching the two depart, the remaining few individuals exchanged glances and finally awkwardly looked at the bloodstains on the ground.
Strangely, when they looked again, the bloodstains that had appeared on the ground earlier had disappeared without a trace.
…
Behind the television station’s screens.
The organizer’s eyes were gleaming with excitement. “I told you these quacks would definitely slip up. I’ve only been debunking for less than an hour, and two have already run away. Hahaha! You guys from the prop team are capable. How did you make the bloody message?”
The prop team’s faces turned pale once again. “No, it wasn’t us.”
“We were prepared to use blood too, but not in this manner. The bloodstain on the ground was part of our preparation.”
The organizer furrowed his brow slightly. “What’s going on? Is your prop team split into two factions? Was it someone from your team?”
The manager of the prop team replied, “That’s impossible. All these props were reviewed and approved by me before being put to use. There’s no way something I’m unaware of could have appeared.”
The organizer stared at the screen in puzzlement. “Then what’s the explanation?”
The prop team’s faces were now extremely pale. “Boss, is there a possibility—just a possibility—that we really saw a ghost?”
“A ghost?” The organizer pursed his lips and mumbled, then suddenly burst into laughter. “Hahaha, are you kidding me? If there were really the spirits of Lin Mu or something, how come there have been no incidents in the past few years? This is the age of technology and the rule of law; how could there be ghosts? We’re running a debunking live stream room here. These quacks haven’t been fully debunked yet, and now you’re scared.”
The prop team opened their mouths as if to say something but stopped. Their gazes flickered, revealing a clear resistance in their eyes.
Suddenly, they seemed to have seen something and their pupils abruptly contracted.
The organizer saw their expression and instinctively looked at the screen. The previously bright live feed had now turned pitch-black.
Bai Lixin suddenly looked up, his face almost brushing against the shaman’s.
The shaman was unprepared for the sudden enlargement of the young man’s handsome face, and he was momentarily stunned. Then, a blush spread across his cheeks almost imperceptibly.
The shaman’s gaze averted with a touch of shyness, and his voice stumbled, “I-I didn’t mean it that way.”
“I’m just curious about what kind of person someone as good-looking and perfect as you would like.”
——————————
In the live broadcast room:
[Is there a possibility that humans can no longer satisfy God Xin’s requirements? Maybe he doesn’t necessarily like humans.]
[Big boss: ??? Why does it sound like an insult?]
——————–
As the shaman finished speaking, it clocked exactly eight o’clock in the evening.
The once-quiet studio was suddenly filled with the sound of machinery starting up. Then, from the speakers on both sides of the stage came the crackling sound of electric current.
—“Good evening, esteemed masters.”
—“I apologize for meeting you in this way. Due to the supernatural rumors about Studio 8, our staff dared not enter the fourth floor. So, I can only communicate with you in this manner.”
—“Allow me to introduce myself. I am in charge of handling incidents related to Studio 8. You can call me He Guang. I believe you already know why we’ve invited each of you here, right? A supernatural incident occurred in Studio 8 some time ago and then some claimed that the studio might be inhabited by vengeful spirits and the like. That’s why we’ve specially invited all of you, the best in your respective fields, to remove the malevolent spirits.”
—“Shall we proceed directly or do you have any questions for me?”
Bai Lixin scanned the room, spotting several red dots on the studio’s ceiling, indicating cameras.
Seemingly aware of Bai Lixin’s gaze, one of the cameras gently swayed its head, aligning its lens at Bai Lixin.
—“I can see you through the cameras. If any issues arise, we will take immediate action.”
The voice with a hint of electric current sounded through the speakers again.
“I have a question.” The priest raised his hand, “Did supernatural incidents happen frequently in this studio?”
—“There have been a few accidents, but no fatalities. Only one incident was unusual—a highly anticipated artist named Lin Mu fell onto the stage.”
—“This time, we’ve invited you all here to see if Lin Mu’s spirit still lingers and if we can communicate with him through you. Whoever accomplishes these tasks will receive a reward of two hundred thousand yuan from our TV station.”
—“Any more questions?”
The people in the studio exchanged glances, falling into silence.
The voice through the speakers sounded again.
—“Since there aren’t any, I won’t disturb your work, esteemed experts. We hope to see you later.”
The speakers made a final “crackling” sound, then fell completely silent.
Bai Lixin looked up at the cameras around him. Although the voice from the speakers had ceased, the cameras above continued moving, tilting their heads to track them, silently recording their every move.
After a silence lasting two minutes, Priest A finally spoke, “Through the Eye of the Gods, I seemed to have glimpsed a shadow imbued with a dark aura. It might be responsible for the disturbances in this studio. Its power is immense, but I couldn’t discern its appearance—only a vague outline within a cluster of black mist.”
Touching the crystal ball in his palm, the priest wore a troubled expression, “My crystal ball also conveyed its formidable strength.”
The Taoist priest was an elderly man. He finally ceased polishing his coin-adorned sword, raised the sword gracefully in mid-air and formed an elegant sword flower. After pausing his movements, he pointed the coin-adorned sword toward the location of the stage’s beams, stating, “There’s something there. This room is eerie, exuding a strong magnetic field.”
The monk was the eldest among them, with a long, grizzled beard and eyebrows longer than the average person’s.
With a compassionate expression, he chanted “Amitabha Buddha,” forming a lotus gesture with one hand and holding the string of prayer beads around his neck with the other. “Though it’s wrapped in malevolent thoughts, it has yet to harm anyone’s life. Put down the butcher’s knife and let it turn to the right path. As long as it’s willing to convert to Buddhism, I’m willing to recite sutras for its salvation.”
The three at the back didn’t say anything. The shaman’s expression was casual and bland, showing no signs of fear. The other two sat quietly in their chairs, offering no opinions.
To ease the tense atmosphere, Xia Chi quietly took out his phone from his pocket, intending to search for information about the other incidents in this studio. But when he turned on his phone and checked, his face turned pale instantly.
His voice was trembling, “Brother, my phone has no signal.”
…
Behind the screens where these eight people couldn’t see, a group of people had burst into laughter.
“How’s the live data looking?”
“Boss, the fake live stream room already has over thirty thousand viewers, and the numbers are still rapidly increasing.”
“Hahaha, this is hilarious. I bet this person never imagined that we brought them here to generate buzz for a new program. Magnetic fields, shadow figures, and malevolent spirits—they all looked so convincing.”
Another person sighed, “Among these few, some are quite well-known in the industry. After this live stream, they’ll probably be humiliated and their reputation shattered. Is it appropriate for us to do this? What if they sue us?”
“If they do, we’ll just compensate them with some money. Compared to that little money, out main priority is the popularity of our live stream room. Whether this new program takes off or not depends on the outcome of this live stream. Let me check… wow, the viewer count is about to reach forty thousand, and we’ve just started. This is the essence of popularity and heat. Is everything ready?”
“Everything’s prepared, boss. We’ve set up mechanisms in the corners. Just tell us when to activate them.”
“Hahaha, these people probably never dreamt that we’ve fabricated the scene of Studio 8’s battle damage ourselves. There were no platforms collapsing, the blood on the floor is synthetic, and news of the artist getting injured from being hit was only spread for sensationalism.”
“Yeah, in pursuit of a realistic effect, we even shattered the lights. Each and every fan is trying to find out which artist got injured. Boss, we’re really capitalizing on the momentum.”
“What capitalizing? It’s seizing the opportunity.”
“Our fan count is already fifty thousand, boss. About half of them are discussing Lin Mu, and the other half are criticizing us for riding on Lin Mu’s popularity.”
“I’m just riding on it. Does Lin Mu really want to hunt me down? Studio 8 was already shrouded in mystery due to Lin Mu’s death, and it comes with its own allure when it comes to anti-fraud efforts. Next time, remember to look for places with this kind of popularity for haunted settings. Ready, once the fan count reaches sixty thousand, we’ll trigger the first mechanism.”
…
The people In Studio 8 had no idea that at this moment, they were being used as tools for live entertainment. Not only Xia Chi’s phone, but the phones of the others were all devoid of signals. They couldn’t contact the outside world or access the internet, and were completely unaware of what was happening outside.
The group was earnestly investigating the traces left in the studio.
Everyone including Bai Lixin stepped onto the stage where the platform had fallen.
Priest A used a crucifix to sweep across the blood on the ground, his expression growing graver. “Such intense demonic energy. I understand now. This studio is harboring a terrifying demon. If we let this demon be, the TV station will soon encounter an irreversible catastrophe!”
As he spoke, he pulled out a silver bottle from his pocket. Pouring some liquid from the bottle onto the ground, he said, “This is holy water I obtained from the Supreme Lord. I hope it works.”
As the water touched the ground, something strange happened.
A layer of white mist instantly rose from the ground, as if it were purifying something invisible.
Seeing the mist, the two priests smiled with relief. Priest B began blowing rainbow farts, “High Priest Harry, the holy water is working. Have we successfully exorcised the demon?”
Priest A’s expression turned serious. “No, the opponent’s power is very strong. I merely purified the residual demonic energy on the ground. The true exorcism is just beginning.”
As his words fell, the lights above them suddenly extinguished.
In that instant of darkness, the sound of metal falling echoed without warning from a distance.
Shortly after, footsteps, which shouldn’t have been there, followed.
Step!
Step!
Step!
Everyone’s breath momentarily hitched. The priestess stood vigilantly in her place, feeling as though something had grabbed her foot.
Suppressing a scream, she quickly turned on her flashlight and shone it down, only to breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing what had grabbed her foot.
The two priests, who had just been valiantly exorcising moments ago, were now sitting limply on the stage, their hands around the priestess’s ankle.
The two priests looked terrified as they stared outside, as if they had been scared out of their wits.
The priestess wanted to laugh and was about to mock the two when eerie sounds resurfaced.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Swish.
Swish.
Swish.
The sounds sometimes came from the front and sometimes from behind, each emanating from a different location.
Just as she was about to locate the source of the sounds, a shadow flashed by at the end of her flashlight beam.
…
Behind the concealed screens, the organizer in charge was on the verge of laughter.
He pointed at the two priests who were frightened to the point of weakness, and laughed heartily. “Holy water? Priests? Are they kidding me? What holy water? Don’t think I can’t tell. That’s just a bottle of dry ice water. The water evaporated into mist instantly upon hitting the ground. This isn’t fantasy fiction; this is science. That’s why they say, ‘Mastery of math and science makes demons and ghosts flee.’”
He gazed at the live broadcast, chuckling as he observed the barrage of comments scrolling by.
At this point, the live viewer count had reached seventy thousand.
[Are these two priests here to be comedians? I’m not even scared. What are they afraid of?]
[You’re not afraid because you have seventy thousand people accompanying you, and you know it’s all fake.]
[The live stream room is too wicked.]
[Someone, please carry the two priests to the rooftop; they’re out of the game.]
As the crowd avidly watched the embarrassment of a few individuals, a terrifyingly pale ghostly face suddenly appeared on the big screen, as if it were standing in a blind spot on top of the screen, descending without anyone noticing.
The ghastly face lasted only a moment before vanishing instantly.
The organizer’s laughter abruptly halted, and he gulped. “Damn, that scared me. How did they create that ghostly face? It looks so realistic?”
As the live stream approached the eight individuals, the barrage of comments erupted.
[Fuck, that scared the daylights out of me. The production team is really something, huh?]
[I was so scared I almost wet myself; I’m a complete wreck.]
[That terrified me! Someone, save me!]
[Bullet screen shield! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!]
[Wow, the production team is amazing. Was that a mask or special effects? It was so realistic; I swear I saw the ghostly face move for a moment.]
[It’s impressive!]
It was this intense discussion that instantly catapulted the live stream room’s popularity to the top spot among similar streams, with viewer count reaching a hundred thousand.
Although the organizer had been startled, he still looked at the prop team with satisfaction. “Well done, I didn’t expect you to sneak in this surprise. It caught me off guard. With such impressive skills, why didn’t you show them earlier?”
However, the prop team’s manager had a pale complexion, stiffly turning to the makeup team. “We didn’t do this. Was it you?”
The makeup team was also taken aback, shaking their heads before looking at the sound team. “Was it you?”
Sound team: “No, it wasn’t us. We’re responsible only for sound. Isn’t the ghostly face entirely under your prop team’s jurisdiction?”
The manager of the prop team remained somewhat pale. “We did create a ghostly face, but we haven’t released it yet, and the level of detail can’t compare to the one that appeared earlier.”
Everyone looked at each other, then turned their collective gaze towards the organizer.
The organizer frowned. “Why are you all looking at me with those eyes? Maybe it’s someone’s prank. Anyway, it doesn’t matter; this unexpected incident has brought more popularity to our live broadcast. We can figure out who did it after the broadcast ends.”
—————————-
Inside the live broadcast room
[I’m literally screaming for help! But, am I watching a live stream in a live stream room? Have I entered a loop?]
[But those people in that live stream aren’t as cute as us.]
[This production crew is so sneaky! They dared to play tricks on God Xin. I dare to speak up and say that the face just now was definitely ghost. The people from the television station are done for; during the live stream, they released the biggest ghost.]
[Why do I dislike the attitude of this production crew so much? For the first time, I hope the ghost comes and bites them to death. Intentionally scaring others and broadcasting embarrassing scenes, is this how people do things?]
[This isn’t any different from our real world. Some production crews and media outlets simply disregard others’ lives all for the sake of popularity.]
————————
The ghostly figure flashed by, the sounds disappeared, and the lights above everyone’s heads lit up once more.
Just as the priests were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they heard the Taoist exclaim, “Look at the ground!”
Everyone turned their gaze to the ground upon hearing this, only to discover a bloody message written in the dust.
——Get out!!
“Ah! Ghosts! There are really ghosts!” The two priests finally couldn’t bear it any longer. They screamed and stumbled, jumping straight off the stage that was over a meter high.
Several people seven faintly heard the sound of bones dislocating when they landed.
Bai Lixin looked down and saw the two priests supporting each other as they stumbled out of the door.
They limped and hobbled, swiftly leaving the studio.
After watching the two depart, the remaining few individuals exchanged glances and finally awkwardly looked at the bloodstains on the ground.
Strangely, when they looked again, the bloodstains that had appeared on the ground earlier had disappeared without a trace.
…
Behind the television station’s screens.
The organizer’s eyes were gleaming with excitement. “I told you these quacks would definitely slip up. I’ve only been debunking for less than an hour, and two have already run away. Hahaha! You guys from the prop team are capable. How did you make the bloody message?”
The prop team’s faces turned pale once again. “No, it wasn’t us.”
“We were prepared to use blood too, but not in this manner. The bloodstain on the ground was part of our preparation.”
The organizer furrowed his brow slightly. “What’s going on? Is your prop team split into two factions? Was it someone from your team?”
The manager of the prop team replied, “That’s impossible. All these props were reviewed and approved by me before being put to use. There’s no way something I’m unaware of could have appeared.”
The organizer stared at the screen in puzzlement. “Then what’s the explanation?”
The prop team’s faces were now extremely pale. “Boss, is there a possibility—just a possibility—that we really saw a ghost?”
“A ghost?” The organizer pursed his lips and mumbled, then suddenly burst into laughter. “Hahaha, are you kidding me? If there were really the spirits of Lin Mu or something, how come there have been no incidents in the past few years? This is the age of technology and the rule of law; how could there be ghosts? We’re running a debunking live stream room here. These quacks haven’t been fully debunked yet, and now you’re scared.”
The prop team opened their mouths as if to say something but stopped. Their gazes flickered, revealing a clear resistance in their eyes.
Suddenly, they seemed to have seen something and their pupils abruptly contracted.
The organizer saw their expression and instinctively looked at the screen. The previously bright live feed had now turned pitch-black.
