Unsuspecting, Yi Mu continued upwards with an air of nonchalance.
Essentially, he is an atheist.
Even after being chosen by the system to be a transmigrator, Yi Mu still firmly believes that there are no ghosts in this world.
As it turned out, he was right. The building had only two floors, and even with the dimly lit basement and attic, it was only three and a half floors in total.
Besides the rats with bright green eyes, there was also a row of neatly arranged beds in the basement.
The burning white candle flame flickered inexplicably, and there was a half-eaten apple on the altar, but nothing particularly frightening.
The live stream lasted for three hours. Midway through, Yi Mu deliberately screamed in terror to liven up the atmosphere.
He said he saw a shadow drift past the window, which was actually just the swaying shadow of a tree.
He, a legitimate horror game streamer, was in a complete panic.
In contrast, the PUBG streamer remained incredibly calm throughout the entire game, and even seemed to be smoking.
I arrived after it was completely dark, and by the time the three-hour live stream ended, it was almost midnight.
Walking at night is not safe, so all the staff carried the equipment inside the building.
The house is big enough, with many rooms, so the beds and blankets probably aren't very clean.
But it's only for one night, so there's nothing to complain about.
At one o'clock in the morning, everyone went to sleep.
Yi Mu is not used to sleeping in a particular bed. He tossed and turned on the bed like a pancake for a long time before finally falling asleep.
He wasn't fully asleep yet; his consciousness was hazy. Suddenly, he felt something standing by the bedside.
The awful feeling of being watched by something unknown in the darkness.
Yi Mu slowly opened his eyes, only to be met with a pair of scarlet, resentful eyes, and then he knew nothing more.
Zong Ao is a very light sleeper, a habit he developed in the military because he must always be alert in case of an emergency.
Tonight's haunted house adventure seemed utterly ridiculous to him, and he immediately saw through Yi Mu's feigned fear.
No one is usually this calm and playful when they're scared; Yi Mu was clearly doing this for the sake of the show.
The two of them calmly took the risk here, which almost drove the live streamers crazy.
"He's an interesting person," Zong Ao thought to himself, when he suddenly heard a very light footstep.
They walked from a distance and stopped in front of his door.
Zong Ao suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head, stared at the lattice door, and held his breath.
There was a figure there, similar in build to Yimu, but in a strange posture.
There was a deliberate, swaying motion; she stuck her butt out, tossed her hair, and peeked inside.
Zong Ao was basically certain that he was Yi Mu. Why was he looking for him so late at night?
Zong Ao nimbly rolled out of bed and was about to put on his shoes when the historic door creaked open.
Zong Ao looked up and saw that it was indeed Yi Mu, but his walking posture was rather indescribable.
A normal young man should never walk with his hips swaying and his legs crossed, looking neither fish nor fowl like a woman.
For the first time, Zong Ao misunderstood his own perception.
He also noticed that Emu had taken off the black mask he always wore and replaced it with a yellowish square scarf.
Her black, medium-length hair fell down, obscuring her eyes.
Staying up so late at night and dressed like that, he can't possibly be possessed by a ghost...
As soon as the idea came to mind, Zong Ao's muscles quickly went into a state of readiness.
He reached under the pillow and gripped the stick tightly.
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