[Holy crap!]

[Holy crap, what the hell is going on?!]

[...]

The live chat erupted in astonishment; no one could believe what they were seeing. Of course, some "truth-seekers" speculated about what kind of magic trick it was, and how the scene was so perfectly controlled.

Moreover, seeing the shocked and dumbfounded expressions of Ji Hongxi and his group, they felt that coming to the live broadcast room was worthwhile.

The background effects are a bit scary, but with the actors' performances, isn't it better than a ghost movie without any ghosts at all?

Soon, the live stream was filled with comments like "hahaha" again.

[Holy crap, look, the cameraman's hands are shaking!]

[Hahaha, that's fucking hilarious, I'm dying of laughter!]

[Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!]

[I'd definitely buy a ticket to the movies if this were shown. That guy leading the group is such a meme-worthy face, every screenshot of his face is a meme! Hahaha!]

In stark contrast to the atmosphere in the live broadcast room, Ji Hongxi and the others, looking at the scene shrouded in black mist, were terrified by the illusions and their faces turned deathly pale, their bodies convulsing uncontrollably.

It turned out that no one had the courage to go out and check, so they turned around and closed the door. When they turned around again, they saw an old woman with a full head of white hair, a haggard face, a withered body, and lifeless eyes. She was wearing a red Tang suit and holding a cane, sitting on the large bed in what used to be their villa.

"Ahhhh—"

Amidst the chaotic screams, Zhou Qi raised his camera and looked up again. He saw the hunched old woman in the lens facing them, staring blankly at them with empty eyes, like a sculpture devoid of thought and emotion.

Just then, there was a loud thud, and the old woman's wrist loosened, her cane fell to the ground, and with another thud, her wrist fell off as well.

With a soft thud, the part fell to her feet, and her gaunt face twitched slowly and rhythmically, making a crisp, clattering sound. Her sunken eyes held only a deep, dark depth.

Then, her lips moved as if she were saying something, but all that came out was a series of wailing cries.

Ji Hongxi and his group's inner thoughts: They wanted to cry.

They were almost done eating when the broadcast ended, so why did this happen at the very last minute?

What the hell is this? The hallucinations it produces are more real than eating poisonous mushrooms; it's like they're actually happening right before my eyes.

The 'yin energy' that enveloped the villa was different from the ghosts seen in the previous live stream. It only affected the living, and it was 'online,' with everyone seeing the same scene.

Yu Ling's immunity to hallucinations was real, but when the concentration of Yin energy reached a certain level, her mind and unconsciousness would connect together. At this moment, she also saw what was happening in the eyes of the other people.

This is allowed?

Yu Ling couldn't help but grumble inwardly, but she still went along with the act.

This live stream seemed to have been elevated to a whole new level. The way everyone acted was incredibly real, as if they had actually seen something they shouldn't have seen. Even when they crossed an empty space, they did so in perfect unison.

That's right, the viewers in the live chat seemed oblivious to the ghostly illusion. In reality, they couldn't see it at all, and they were still rating the streamers' performances without props, praising their acting skills.

The camera angle Zhou Qi saw was obviously fake. A group of people were screaming, yelling, wrestling, chasing and dodging. Luckily, the bedroom was big enough, otherwise they really wouldn't have been able to escape. Speaking of which, Zhou Qi is a tough guy. He didn't put down the camera the whole time. His dedication deserves an award.

Yu Ling played with the ghost for a while with everyone, but eventually she couldn't stand her silly, fake-frightened look anymore.

After using a kung fu card perspective to kill the newly appeared ghost, the live stream, which yielded a decent result, finally came to an end.

Returning to reality, Ji Hongxi was exhausted. He had used up all his brain cells in the previous encounter with the ghostly illusion. Finally, he held his last breath, finished fooling the audience, said his farewell lines, and had Zhou Qi turn off the live stream.

The group decided not to stay overnight and returned to the lobby on the first floor, where they sat on the floor. Their heads were still a little dizzy, so they slumped onto the carpet.

"Damn, this hallucination is terrifying!"

"I still feel dizzy. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is that pale face staring at me!"

"And that old ghost, she's terrifying. The way she looks at us is like she's looking at dead people."

"I think I just saw a ghost standing outside the window staring at me. Its eyes were red! It was so scary!"

"......"

Wang Yan trembled all over, her face filled with an indescribable fear. She was the most frightened after the danger she had just encountered, and in the end, Wu An was the one who carried her the whole way.

This allowed Yu Ling to relax for a rare moment, making it easier for her to find opportunities to deal with the ghosts.

"How about we go back tonight? My car can be squeezed in if we want." It's just that Ji Hongxi's car is parked a bit far away, so we'll have to drive a bit at night.

Wu An's face was pale and his hands and feet were trembling, clearly still shaken. He didn't seem like someone who could ride a motorcycle, but he was the first to agree to the suggestion. Taking turns driving the motorcycle would save some energy, wouldn't it? Going slowly and traveling together would be the safest.

Once they reached the main street, he could drive off in Ji Hongxi's car.

"Agreed, I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place anymore." Regardless of whether today's experience was a real ghost or a poisoning reaction, Wang Yan absolutely dared not sleep here, and echoed the sentiment.

Everyone else, including Yu Ling, agreed. After resting for a while to regain their strength, the six of them got up and walked out, saying goodbye to Villa No. 44.

On the way back, everyone sped along at breakneck speed, practically driving blindly and recklessly.

Anyway, the road is covered in grass, so there's nothing to worry about damaging it.

Then, they walked to the front of the villa complex, where they had stayed when they first arrived.

Wang Qiang, who was leading the way, suddenly slammed on the brakes, causing the people behind him to bump into his back with a series of thuds.

"What's going on?" Ji Hongxi's head was buzzing from the impact of Wang Qiang's strong muscles. He peeked out and saw two men and three women dressed in modern clothes walking towards him.

This can't be a hallucination, right?

Of the three girls, one was a cute girl with a baby face, another was tall and slender with a delicate and charming face and a hot and sexy figure, and the third was also an acquaintance, Tan Yiman, a girl with long, straight black hair and no personality.

The two men were completely different: one had an innocent face, was tall and had long legs, and was handsome and upright; the other wore a baseball cap but had obvious muscles all over his body.

The muscular man's hat brim was pulled low, obscuring his face, but he exuded an eerie and sinister aura rather than a sunny one. His voice was also hoarse, and he bluntly stated:

"Are these people human or ghosts?"