[The streamer has followed someone else!?]

[As expected...]

It's already numb.

[I'll mark this as an open view and check back later to see if they're still there.]

The number of views in the live stream instantly surged to 5 million.

at the same time.

Atheists were also among the viewers.

He kicked the rusty iron door behind him with a sudden thud.

"How dare she curse me to die? If I find out where she is, I'll chop her up!"

When he said this.

A fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

He looks like a butcher in a slaughterhouse.

The "atheist" was accompanied by a tall, thin man with yellow, sparse teeth and bloodshot eyes.

He stared at Yan Jiu's photo on his phone.

Drooling unconsciously trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"With such delicate skin and tender flesh, it must taste delicious."

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is eating! Didn't I tell you to get rid of your pica?!"

"Cousin, I... I've already changed. I haven't been stealing corpses from the crematorium lately."

As he said this...

The tall, thin man licked his lips. He'd gotten smarter now; he only went to pick up corpses.

Just a few days ago.

He found it again at the bottom of Huanyun Mountain.

The atheist could tell the tall, thin man wasn't being honest just by looking at his shifty eyes.

He kicked the tall, thin guy.

"Damn, you better really change!"

After spitting and cursing.

The "atheist" checked the time.

It's almost midnight.

It was the time when he and Yan Jiu were doing a live PK battle.

I don't know what happened.

Since the last time I used the Ouija board during a live stream.

Lately, he has been feeling a sense of fear of being watched.

He has decided to quit the industry once he has saved enough money from fan donations during this live stream PK.

so.

He then sought out Yan Jiu, who had the highest popularity during this period. Others might be afraid of Yan Jiu, but he wasn't.

If ghosts really exist in this world.

How come he's still fine after doing so many live streams?

so.

It's all just speculation.

It's a psychological issue.

He mistook his inner unease for palpitations and, after some preparation, started the live stream.

The abandoned mental hospital behind them was revealed.

And not far away, out of his sight.

The red-clad ghost that had been following him trembled, afraid to approach him because of something it feared.

The red-clad ghost wailed softly.

It was as if she were merely a slave at the very bottom of this pyramid of hospital wards.