The fake Pen Spirit, who had arranged for the white-robed young man, was possessed by the real Pen Spirit. The live broadcast showed a strange scene of jumping off a building.
The host, Hao, did not dare to run to the classroom door for a moment. He seemed to have guessed something and said firmly,"We didn't manage to send the Pen Spirit away, and now it's coming out to harm people.”
Assistant Ol 'Zhou, who had been paralyzed with fear, stood up miraculously under extreme fear. His eyes were fixed on the ballpoint pen that was scribbling on the white paper.
His expression changed from fear to anger. He suddenly picked up a chair and roared,"Pen Spirit, I'm not afraid of you. Come on! Come on!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Old Zhou swung his chair and smashed it onto the old desk with pen and paper. He seemed to have gone completely crazy as he repeatedly swung his chair and smashed the table.
When the chair in his hand completely fell apart, the strange thing was that the ballpoint pen on the desk was still standing on the white paper unscathed.
Old Zhou, who was in a state of madness, threw away the broken corner of the chair in his hand. A grown man covered his face and cried,"Pen Spirit, I really don't want to play anymore. Let me go home!”
The scribbling stopped and stopped on the white paper.
A terrifying scene happened.
Mr. Zhou, who was on the verge of breaking down, suddenly stopped crying. Then, he stood up like a marionette and stiffly turned his head to walk towards the classroom door.
He only stopped when he reached the blackboard at the door of the classroom. To be precise, he stopped in front of a broken mirror that was half the height of a person beside the blackboard.
"Hehehe ~"
Ol 'Zhou showed that familiar stiff smile in front of the mirror, and the woman's laughter rang out again.
Seeing this scene, his brother, Hao, was so scared that his face turned pale. He wanted to go forward and save the other party, but his legs were fixed on the spot as if they were filled with lead. He could not move at all.
Hao could only watch the next scene unfold.
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Ol 'Zhou's smile stiffened as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He kept laughing like a woman. Then, he slowly leaned forward, his heels off the ground, and his entire body was straight as he pressed his forehead against the mirror.
Seeing such a scary scene, Hao tried his best to shout,"Old Zhou, wake up!"
On the other hand, Ol 'Zhou, who was constantly laughing, stopped moving the moment his forehead touched the mirror. There was no sound either. The scene seemed to have frozen.
Seeing this scene, Hao kept swallowing his saliva. After trying to calm himself down, he tried to move his legs forward, step by step, to get closer to Ol 'Zhou, whose forehead was leaning against the mirror.
Under the recording of the live broadcast, it took him nearly a minute to move behind Ol 'Zhou.
Hao swallowed his saliva again. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He slowly reached out his hand, wanting to pull Ol 'Zhou over.
However, just as his fingers touched the corner of Old Zhou's clothes, an even more terrifying scene happened.
The image of Ol 'Zhou in the mirror seemed to have come alive. His hands suddenly reached out from the mirror and hugged Ol' Zhou's head, pulling him into the mirror.
Hao, who had seen such a situation before, no longer had cramps in his legs. He retreated like a madman and crashed into the broken chair.
The Illusion Space instance dungeon that had been specially enhanced finally showed its other side.
Hao, who was so frightened that he lost his ability to speak, could only watch helplessly as Ol 'Zhou was dragged into the mirror bit by bit by his reflection until the shadow disappeared. There was no living Ol' Zhou in this classroom!
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The bullet screen froze for a moment before exploding again.
"F * ck! I just arrived and saw the big move! Didn't they say that this was a live-stream room for spirit detection? What's the situation now?"
"From now on, I'll never touch anything like the Pen Spirit, the Dish Spirit, the Mirror Spirit, or anything like that.”
"I just smashed the mirror in my bathroom. How scary!”
"It's a live broadcast of a fake encounter with a real ghost.”
"Is it because Old Zhou just smashed the Pen Spirit's table, so the Pen Spirit was angry and did it to him?”
"Of course. Look, the ballpoint pen on the table is starting to scribble again.”
"What should we do now? Hao is the only one left."
"Eh? Why did the screen turn black? What the hell, how could the screen turn black at such a critical moment!!!”
"Hmm? A warning from the supervisor?"
"Supervisor, you're done for. Have you forgotten about the lady who scared Salted Fish into the hospital?”
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Just as 'True Ghost' Lin Yi, who was planning everything behind the scenes, heard a series of system notifications in his mind. He secretly thought that he was going to make a huge profit from this scene again. In the end, he suddenly realized that Hao's streamer room had actually gone dark.
The rhythm of collecting Terror Points was cut off.
After being stunned for a moment, Lin Yi couldn't help but recall the scene in Teacher P's live broadcast room. He smiled strangely and said," Salted Fish courted death once, and then they didn't dare to do it again. Today is the first time they're playing at Civet TV. I'm afraid they still don't understand what's going to happen in the black-out livestream room!”
He smiled strangely again." I was just worried that I didn't have any suitable extras. How dare you block my livestream? You're forcing me to make a difficult choice."”
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The second chapter.
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