In the dim stairwell, accompanied by the flickering lights, the players’ expressions were all uncertain, fear sprouting and growing wildly in their hearts, tightening everyone’s nerves.
“Maybe you misheard,” Chen Dalei muttered.
Ma Yue rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and said sheepishly, “Maybe!”
He didn’t want to believe that he was the first one targeted by a ghost. He could only hope the voice he had just heard was his own illusion.
Qing Li lifted her eyelids and glanced at Ma Yue. This guy’s face looked weak and superficial, with a faint blackness hovering between his brows, mixed with a trace of peachy red. This is the sign of a Peach Blossom Calamity!
“Brother, want to buy a talisman? One costs 100,000 popularity points. It can save your life when needed!” Qing Li pulled out a piece of talisman paper, smiling slyly at Ma Yue.
“Wow, so you’re a little scammer, huh? Do I look that gullible?” Ma Yue sneered and didn’t even glance at the talisman in Qing Li’s hand.
Seeing this, Qing Li shrugged. Saving people depends on fate, and she never forces anyone.
“I’d like to buy one, is that okay?” Wen Yi suddenly spoke up.
For the first time, the money-loving Qing Li refused. She shook her head and said, “I only sell these talismans to those with fate.”
Feeling confident, Wen Yi said, “But I think we’re very fated.”
Qing Li blinked innocently and said, “Is there a possibility that… what I mean is… you’re not human.”
The corner of Wen Yi’s mouth twitched: “…”
Damn, this is infuriating!
Reaching the third floor, Wen Yi and Zhou Ya were the first to leave. Room 301 was at the farthest end of the hallway, and the shadows of the two were stretched long by the dim lights, the dark end of the corridor like an abyss that could never be reached.
“Don’t you think something’s wrong?” Wang Tingting stared at the hallway in fear.
“What’s wrong?” Ma Yue asked.
Wang Tingting pointed to the floor, her voice trembling, “The shadows… there are three shadows.”
Everyone followed her finger, and their pupils suddenly contracted.
On the floor, beside Wen Yi and Zhou Ya’s shadows, there was a third, much fainter shadow.
If Wang Tingting hadn’t pointed it out, it would have been very difficult to notice.
“Should we warn them?” Wang Tingting whispered.
Huang Lina sneered coldly, “Mind your own business and don’t worry about others.”
She held a grudge against Wen Yi and Zhou Ya, wishing for nothing more than for them to drop dead.
Qing Li’s eyes narrowed slightly. She had noticed the additional shadow the moment she stepped into the corridor.
The footsteps on the stairs, the laughter Ma Yue had heard… It was as if an invisible person was hiding among them.
This time’s task: Find the non-existent guest.
It seems the guest doesn’t “not exist”—they simply can’t be seen.
On the fourth floor, Qing Li swiped the card to open Room 404. A damp, moldy stench immediately assaulted her nose.
In the room next door, Ma Yue whistled at Qing Li, grinning roguishly. “Hey, girl, if you can’t sleep tonight, feel free to come visit. I’m strong and fit—no matter how many women, I’ll still be standing tall by morning. I guarantee you’ll be thoroughly satisfied.”
His words carried an obvious implication, and he even shot a provocative glance at Chu Ci.
Chu Ci remained unfazed, his expression calm, as though he didn’t consider Ma Yue worth his attention.
Qing Li wasn’t angry either. Smiling sweetly, she said, “Young man, let me offer you a piece of advice: some words shouldn’t be said carelessly. You never know what might take you seriously.”
“Tch, scammer always acting mysterious.”
Embarrassed after being rebuffed, Ma Yue cursed under his breath, swiped his room card, and walked inside quickly to hide his awkwardness.
【Damn, that rainbow-haired guy is asking for it.】
【She practically threw him a lifeline, and he tossed it right back.】
【This kind of person isn’t worth saving.】
【Any man who dares disrespect our little village girl, other than Doctor Chu, deserves to die!】
【I’m heading to stream #87 right now to flame that jerk.】
A portion of the audience exited the stream, clearly to visit Ma Yue’s stream to unleash their outrage.
Qing Li didn’t take Ma Yue seriously. A man who was already as good as dead—bothering with him would only make her seem petty.
Oh, though she really was quite petty.
She was a cultivator, but she didn’t practice the saintly path of the White Lotus.
Whether she saved someone or not depended entirely on her mood and how much they were willing to pay.
“Doctor Chu, since we’re a lone man and woman checking into a hotel room, shouldn’t we do something?”
Qing Li secretly licked the tip of her little tiger teeth, closed the door, and smirked mischievously. Her eyes wantonly swept over Chu Ci.
“What do you want to do?” Chu Ci chuckled softly, tilting his head. His pale, delicate face was splattered with flecks of crimson blood, like shattered rose petals. It made him appear both alluring and dangerous.
The atmosphere grew subtle, an undercurrent of tension flowing between them.
The live stream audience erupted with excitement.
【What else? Do—him.】
【You’re both adults, stop wasting time and just take your clothes off.】
【Little village girl, why are you hesitating? Help Doctor Chu take off his coat already!】
【Act normal, guys! This is a serious horror live stream!】
【The stream may be serious, but who knows about the people.】
“A man and a woman alone? Of course, we should do something intimate.” Qing Li’s gaze turned soft and flirtatious, her eyes glimmering like silk threads. She already looked pure and delicate—her plump, rosy lips and misty almond-shaped eyes practically invited mischief.
Her thin nightgown hung loosely, the collar slightly open, revealing her slender neck and collarbone. Her waist was impossibly narrow, and even with pajama pants on, her long, slender legs were evident.
The couple-themed hotel room was, naturally, designed to encourage intimacy.
Inside, the dim purple lights gradually shifted to red. On the semi-circular bed, sheer canopy curtains swayed gently despite the absence of wind. A faint stream of fragrant smoke trickled from the ceiling.
To the live stream viewers, Qing Li’s smiling face suddenly seemed… unreal.
【So strange, it feels like Little Village Girl has changed—from pure and innocent to seductive and bewitching.】
【I’m so sinful! I actually felt something… I’m sorry, everyone. I’ll castrate myself to atone.】
【I almost died of fright—I felt it too! Thankfully, I recorded Little Village Girl’s old streams. Watching her swing an axe and split someone’s head open finally brings me inner peace.】
【Brother upstairs, can you send me a copy? I also need the “Inner Peace Package.”】
【Everyone, quiet down. I think… Little Village Girl might not be Little Village Girl anymore.】
This comment immediately caught everyone’s attention.
The audience refocused on the stream. On-screen, it was clearly Qing Li’s face, yet something felt… different, as if it belonged to another person.
The same brows, the same smile—but Little Village Girl had always been wild, flamboyant, and even a little arrogant and edgy.
Now, however, the face on the stream radiated an alluring charm that bewitched the soul. Every glance, every smile exuded irresistible seduction.
【Holy crap, could Little Village Girl be possessed by a ghost?】
【From the looks of it, she’s probably possessed by a Seductive Ghost.】
【Unforgivable! How dare a ghost possess my Little Village Girl? Watch me use my Spirit-Summoning Technique!】
【What Spirit-Summoning Technique?】
【Ten rockets.】
【…】