The third floor was damp and cold. The male host, Huang Hu, held his phone and started to explore the Haunted House.
"I don't think I need to explain this Haunted House anymore. Just search online, and you'll find plenty of rumors, real or fake.
"Every scenario has its own ghost story, like a doll that will always follow you, a student model that will appear at any time and any place, and a ballpoint pen that will cause an accident when you ask about your marriage.
"There are many ghost stories, and I believe everyone is curious as well. Which of them is real and which is fake? Today, I will personally reveal the answer to everyone inside this Haunted House. "
He took out a piece of paper and a ballpoint pen from his black backpack and walked into the sickroom next door. "The ghost story about the Pen Spirit was the first to cause a sensation online. According to legend, there was a strange man by the name of Fei Youliang who used his sincerity to touch the Pen Spirit. He was the first person to meet the Pen Spirit inside the Haunted House, and he was the first person to be sent to the hospital after visiting the Haunted House. At the time, many visitors were eyewitnesses, so everything is real."
Scanning the chat, Huang Hu placed the pen and paper on the sickroom bed, and he put on a serious expression. "Now, I will personally try out this game. You heard me right, I will livestream the Pen Spirit game inside this Haunted House filled with ghost stories!"
The atmosphere was ready. Huang Hu placed the phone on the pillow in the sickroom. He knelt down on the bed and picked up the ballpoint pen that he had brought with him.
"My friends, I'm going to start now. I hope none of you will blink for the next second because I have no idea what will happen."
His tone was serious, and he cautiously placed the ballpoint pen vertically on the paper. "Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, you are my past life, and I am your present life. Can you tell me who my future wife will be?"
Underground, inside the darkened sickroom, the surroundings were eerily quiet.
In this kind of environment, Huang Hu focused all of his attention on the tip of the pen.
One second, two seconds … On the third second, Yellow Wolf's hidden ring finger lightly touched the pen's handle, and the ballpoint pen that was standing on top of the white paper moved in an almost imperceptible manner.
"It's here!"
With shock written all over his face, Huang Hu's expression shifted. He glanced at the phone and made a shushing gesture at the camera.
Without moving, he stood by the bed for another minute before slowly standing up.
He placed the paper before the camera and pointed at the slanted handwriting. "As you can see, after I started the game, the ballpoint pen did move on its own! The Pen Spirit should have really appeared! As for why she didn't come, I guess she's afraid of the jade pendant on my neck. "
Turning the camera back to focus on himself, Yellow Wolf said with lingering fear, "I know you might not believe me, and this handwriting does not prove too much, but next, I will use Ma Xian's method to determine whether this haunted house is really hiding Yin energy or not."
Yellow Wolf walked out from the sickroom with the phone in his hand. "The corridor here is very eerie. Perhaps it is because it is built underground, but walking down it makes me break out in cold sweat."
Turning the camera, Yellow Wolf shone the light behind him. "The dolls and the student models did not appear, but I discovered something very scary."
He pointed at the sickroom doors on the sides of the corridor. "When I entered the room earlier, many of the sickroom doors were half-open, but look again now, many of the doors are completely open! It feels like something has just escaped from them! "
Many comments flashed across the screen. Some of the audience members noticed this and started to speculate. Of course, there were also people who suspected that this was all Huang Hu's doing.
"I know many of you don't believe me, so I will use the method that has been passed down from my ancestors to help you prove it. My great-grandfather once warned us not to try this method, and today, I will make an exception for everyone." Actually, Huang Hu was not that afraid. He and Li Xu had already gone through the script. He believed that it was Li Xu who had opened the doors earlier.
"This method is called 'Making the Yin Door' or 'Feeding Yin Rice'." Huang Hu reached into his pocket to take out a small black bag. Inside it was a wet black cloth. He pulled it open, and there was a handful of white rice in the middle. "Scatter a handful of Yin Rice at the junction and then walk past the doors of each room. When you reach the fourth room, scatter a handful of rice at the door, open the door, enter the room, and stomp your feet four times.
"After that, scatter a few more grains of rice inside the room and walk out of the room. If the shape of the rice outside the door is different from before, then enter the room again and repeat this process four times. If the surroundings are not clean, when you enter the room for the last time, you will see 'strangers' because that time, we did not enter our own home but mistakenly entered the Yin Door with 'them' accompanying us. "
"This is the method that my ancestors used to check out ghost tombs. I hope you don't try it so casually in case something really follows you home."
After saying that, Huang Hu walked to the corner of the stairs. He picked up a few grains of rice and scattered them at the entrance of the stairs. Strangely enough, after he left, the number of grains of rice that fell to the ground decreased significantly.
"Now, the test officially begins." Huang Hu took a deep breath, and his expression was serious like he was doing something very dangerous.
He scattered a few grains of rice outside the fourth sickroom from the left. Then he opened the door and entered the room.
Turning the camera, Huang Hu took pictures of everything inside the room. "Everyone, remember the placement of the objects inside the room. They might change on their own later."
Scanning through the comments, Huang Hu fixed the phone to the bed. From this angle, he could see the door of the sickroom.
"Be careful, there might be strangers coming in later." Then he opened the door and walked out. After scattering a few grains of rice, he exited the room and closed the door.
At a place where the camera could not capture him, Huang Hu took out another phone and pressed the button to dial. After two rings, he hung up. This was the signal that he and Li Xu had arranged.
He turned to look at where Li Xu was hiding, but the latter did not reply.
"Where is he? Is he still putting on make-up? " Huang Hu did not dare disappear from the livestream for too long. After a few seconds, he pushed open the door again. With a nervous expression, he said to the phone that was livestreaming, "I think I heard footsteps earlier! They came from the entrance of the stairs! Something is coming, and it's getting closer and closer to me. "
Then, Huang Hu scattered the rice and walked out of the sickroom again.
He looked down the corridor, and it was as quiet as a black ocean.
He called Li Xu's phone again. It rang three or four times, but there was still no answer. "Why did the man drop the ball at such a crucial moment?"
"I can't get through to him. What is the man doing?" Annoyed, the back of Huang Hu's neck started to itch. He scratched it several times. "How come it feels like someone is sitting on my neck?"
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