Chapter 130: Loitering Old Corpse
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“Chris, what’s wrong?” Peter, now back to his senses, rushed over to Chris, who was screaming and struggling in his arms.
“Ahhh…” Chris cried out fearfully in his embrace.
“Chris, it’s me, Peter!” Peter held her tightly, trying to soothe her emotions.
“Peter?” Chris slowly calmed down, cautiously looking at him, then hugged him tightly, crying, “Waaah… there are ghosts here, let’s get out quickly, and stop playing any games.”
“Haha, Chris, you’re too scared for your own good,” Derek mocked, “Just spending three minutes in the bathroom and you’re already like this.”
Chris, tearful, asked, “Don’t you remember what happened just now?”
Derek, Peter, Tammy, Qian Zhi: ???
Weren’t they watching the live stream just now? What could have happened during a live stream?
Chris didn’t explain further, looking up at Peter pitifully, “Peter, let’s just leave here first, it’s really scary here.”
“Yeah, I also feel that something’s not right here,” An Bu agreed.
Hearing An Bu’s voice, Chris shuddered suddenly, then turned to look at her fearfully, before quickly averting her gaze. She was traumatized by An Bu’s presence; even if she wasn’t a ghost, she couldn’t bear to look directly at her anymore.
Peter and the others exchanged puzzled glances.
Qian Zhi hesitated, “Are we not going to play the game anymore? Won’t the viewers in the live stream be disappointed?”
“We’re not professional broadcasters, and we just decided to livestream on a whim,” Chris insisted, “Regardless of what you think, I’m not going to continue.”
With that, she pushed Peter aside and reached for the door, surprised to find it open smoothly this time. Excitedly, she prepared to leave, but Peter stopped her, “Wait, let’s discuss this first.”
“You can discuss, I’m going to pack my things,” Chris shrugged off his hand and left without looking back.
“Where in the world are there ghosts?” Derek continued to scoff, “She’s just scaring herself.”
An Bu spoke again, “I suggest you all take a look at your phones before discussing the existence of ghosts.”
With that said, she also left with Jian Ningxuan, but they didn’t go far, staying near the door to dispel any lingering deathly aura.
Peter and the others, following her advice, picked up their phones and checked the screens, only to find that the main screen had turned into a recording page at some point, the camera facing themselves, and there were dozens of newly recorded videos in the folder.
Checking the recording times, they realized these videos were recorded during the four to five minutes when Chris was in the bathroom.
They randomly clicked on one, and suddenly a ghastly green face appeared on the screen, eyes lifeless, displaying a creepy smile at the camera.
What the… was this?!
Each video was only four seconds long, and they played the second one, still a four-second eerie smile video, the third, the fourth, the fifth… up to the forty-fourth video, forty-four faces filling the folder.
Derek: !!
Peter: !!
Tammy: !!!
Qian Zhi: !!!!
The cold wind howled outside, sending shivers up their spines, and in the darkness, it felt like something was holding them back, rendering them unable to move.
Two minutes later, the four of them, faces pale, fled the haunted house, racing towards their respective tents, hastily packing up and leaving.
An Bu glanced over and noticed that the deathly aura surrounding Chris and Derek was gradually dissipating as they prepared to descend the mountain, disappearing completely as they left.
Without waiting to check the vitality points gained from this encounter, she quickly realized that a new death omen had appeared on Qian Zhi, with the time of death set within the next three minutes.
With deathly energy swirling in her eyes, images flashed before her: Qian Zhi following behind the others, hurrying down the mountain, accidentally tripping, falling to the ground, and smashing his face against a tree root, a broken branch piercing his left eye, penetrating his brain, causing instant death.
As the vision faded, An Bu snapped back to reality, and the others had already run several hundred meters away.
“Mr. Jian, you should start packing, I’ll be right back.” An Bu called out before swiftly chasing after them.
Jian Ningxuan: “…” Didn’t it hurt to leave him alone on the mountain?
Qian Zhi followed closely behind Peter and the others, not daring to pause for a moment. The recent events had completely shattered his worldview, and he vowed never to do anything reckless like visiting a haunted house again. Just the thought of those forty-four videos made him shudder.
While lost in a daze, his foot stumbled, causing him to lose balance and lurch forward. In the next moment, he saw a sharp piece of broken wood enlarging before his eyes, about to pierce into his eye.
Qian Zhi had only one thought at that moment: it’s over!
Subconsciously closing his eyes, he resigned himself to being blinded, but to his surprise, his body suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the expected pain did not come.
Slowly opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was a piece of broken wood, just 2 centimeters away from him, its tip pointing straight at his left eye. If it had been a bit closer, he would have been in deep trouble.
“Thank goodness I arrived in time.” A familiar voice came from behind, pulling Qian Zhi back from his terror.
He then noticed a force holding onto his backpack, keeping him suspended in mid-air, sparing him from being impaled.
Turning around, he saw a face pale as death.
An Bu effortlessly straightened him up, watching as the deathly aura surrounding him dissipated little by little, feeling satisfied.
“Thank you,” Qian Zhi said with lingering fear.
“Be careful going down the mountain, don’t rush,” An Bu reminded.
“Okay, thank you, thank you,” he replied repeatedly.
“Go back and tell your friends to spend these days visiting lively places, and never play any ghostly games again.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Alright, let’s head down the mountain.” An Bu turned and walked towards the mountain, disappearing into the darkness after a moment.
Qian Zhi looked somewhat dazed, reflecting on what had happened earlier, and suddenly realized a problem. This girl named An Bu seemed calm throughout. When they were playing the game, she was the first to notice and warn them about the ghostly presence. When Chris was sent to the bathroom for three minutes, she volunteered to accompany her. And the existence of those forty-four eerie videos was also brought to their attention by her. In other words, she didn’t lose her composure like the others but witnessed everything that happened.
The more Qian Zhi thought about it, the more he felt that this girl was different from the others. Her sudden addition to their group was probably not a coincidence.
Oh, dear An Bu, you must be the angel sent by God to save them!
Qian Zhi suddenly believed in God again. (An old corpse: D*mn, it was a local old corpse who saved you, what does God have to do with it?)
Vitality points: 45, 33, 37 ~~
The old corpse An was delighted to return to the haunted house and happily hugged the cat master who was dismantling the tent, “Mr. Jian, wanna have a wild time?”
Jian Ningxuan: …
Although the suggestion was tempting, as a cat with principles and taste, he decisively refused, then, with the loitering poop scooper, descended the mountain, booked a room, and lived in harmony.
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