[Hahahaha, watching someone deceive a ghost on live stream, this is a first for me.]
[Gotta say, Master's live stream really has all sorts of weird stuff. I'm going to study frame by frame, so I can brag louder than anyone else in the future.]
[God damn "brag louder than anyone else," upstairs, you're a real talent, hahahahaha.]
Watching the Fated Person, with his bitter, deep-seated resentment, trying to fool a ghost in front of his phone, the netizens in the live stream were practically splitting their sides.
The topic thread in the comment section was clearly veering off-topic and couldn't be brought back. The Fated Person finally managed to stammer out an excuse.
He ding-dong-ding-donged on his keyboard for a while, then with a whoosh, the message was sent.
"Master, do you think... he won't come?"
After sending the message, the Fated Person was a bit worried, fearing he might have typed the wrong content between the lines, alerting the ghost prematurely. He quickly checked the message again.
Yao Yao saw this and couldn't help but smile.
"Big Brother, don't worry. Others might call it, and it might not come, but you're different!"
As for how he was different, Yao Yao didn't elaborate, but the Fated Person immediately understood.
For a moment, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
And it seemed just as the Master said, that evil ghost cared very much about him. Not long after the message was sent,
He heard a "thump." A new message came in. The Fated Person quickly glanced at it and saw the ghost replied, "On my way."
"He... he's really coming, wuwuwuwu, Master... Do I need to prepare anything?"
"A crucifix? Or a 'silver bracelet'? If those don't work, I still have a peach pit bracelet..."
The Fated Person, seeing the few words in the reply, jumped up like a startled bird.
Although he had watched so many live streams before and should have been prepared, now that the moment was upon him, the Fated Person knew he had overestimated himself.
Yao Yao saw his emotional state wasn't right and patiently soothed him. "You don't need to prepare anything. It can't hurt you. Trust Yao Yao."
This was necessary. Otherwise, if the Fated Person was trembling and panicking, the ghost might run away before even being lured inside.
If that happened, her acting in public would undoubtedly cause a lot of trouble.
Thinking of this, Yao Yao blurted out a "Quiet Mind Incantation."
The clear and powerful words instantly calmed the Fated Person.
"He's here!" He adjusted his phone stand, directly aimed the screen at the doorway, then got up and opened the door.
He heard an "eeyah." The dorm room door opened. Both the netizens and Yao Yao instantly saw the corpse-skin ghost's appearance.
It was a twisted face. The originally masculine and handsome features were now, due to too much makeup, neither yin nor yang.
His makeup was somewhat patchy, like melted wax, faintly revealing grayish-brown corpse spots beneath the skin.
The Fated Person, being close, naturally saw it most clearly. The fist he held behind his back suddenly clenched tightly.
"Didn't you tell me to come back? I'm back, but you won't let me in?"
The latter seemed to know that his state was unusual, but he showed no panic.
On the contrary, he looked at the Fated Person's startled expression with a smile, his lips slowly curving. His appearance was like a cat playing with a mouse.
And as he spoke, his tall body squeezed into the room.
The Fated Person was already distracted, let alone stopping him. By the time he reacted, the other party had already closed the door with his heel.
He heard a "bang." The old dorm door let out a strained, twisting sound.
"You... what do you want to do!" the Fated Person rebuked, his voice restrained.
This only excited the other party further.
"It seems you've discovered something you shouldn't have."
"In that case, I can't let you live. So, fulfill me."
His voice was sharp and hoarse, as grating and unpleasant as metal scraping against glass.
The Fated Person subconsciously retreated, then saw a sight he would never forget in his life.
He saw his everyday roommate's head suddenly bend backward.
Even its limbs were limp, as if boneless, twisting into incomprehensible angles.
[Holy crap, holy crap, this is the real-life Grudge!]
[Fated Person, I'm pouring my heart out to you, and you're leading me into a mind game. Good, good...]
[Seeing this thing in broad daylight is truly bad luck. It's like bad luck opening the door for bad luck's mother; bad luck all the way home.]
[Whimpering, coward scared speechless, already lying flat, please don't care!]
Because the phone was aimed at the doorway, and the Fated Person's body wasn't thick, coupled with his intentional or unintentional positioning, the live stream could see the full picture.
It was precisely because they saw it that they couldn't help but curse. It was simply too terrifying.
However, they soon had no time to curse. A bloody human skin slowly peeled off.
The layers of human skin on top, like stacked books, caused one's breathing to stop just by glancing at them.
The absurd and eerie scene was like a slow-motion sci-fi movie.
And the moment the human skin completely detached, the Fated Person's roommate's originally tall body, over one point nine meters tall, now scattered into a pile of bones on the floor.
The bones were dry and yellow, not at all like those of someone who had just died.
And this wasn't because it was ancient; it was because its blood and marrow had been drained, losing its "vitality."
"Be a good nutrient for me, hahahaha!"
This blood-red skin was the true form of the corpse-skin ghost. Clearly, it didn't want to wait a moment longer.
So, upon seeing the Fated Person's suspicion, it simply revealed its true form directly.
And its audacity, even its utter lack of feigned meekness, stemmed from its absolute certainty that the Fated Person could not escape. This was absolute power suppression.
The corpse-skin ghost let out a strange cry, then charged towards the Fated Person, preparing to fuse with this crucial human skin.
And the Fated Person, facing this scene, stood rooted to the spot as if paralyzed by fear.
Fool! Such a reaction made the corpse-skin ghost completely disdainful.
It then eerily appeared above the Fated Person's head, at the position of the crown, which was the starting point for changing skins. It would cut open a hole from there and crawl inside.
Subsequently, the corpse-skin ghost could quickly gain control of the body.
And because it wrapped itself from the inside, its appearance would not change, nor would there be any bloody scenes. It could completely achieve a "silent" fusion.
But that was only in the past. Encountering Yao Yao meant the fusion was ruined.
The corpse-skin ghost was about to succeed when a clear "Ghost Extermination Incantation" suddenly rang out.
The runic characters quickly condensed, forming a long spear in the blink of an eye.
Then, with a "whoosh," the spear forcefully broke through the latter's nine layers of human skin, directly striking its essence.
The corpse-skin ghost had not expected this change.
It looked down and saw a crimson-gold spear, now piercing its chest. Countless dazzling golden lights also emerged from the wound.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
A powerful, sweeping force erupted. It immediately didn't even have time to scream before being engulfed by golden flames. In the blink of an eye, it was burned to ashes.
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