The accompanying crew members were stunned by what they found inside the floorboards.
Watching Zhao Yan's practiced movements, it was clear this wasn't accidental; she had deliberately searched for it.
Her proficiency in finding these items made them wonder if Zhao Yan was the owner of the house or had lived there before.
The crew members looked at Zhao Yan with confusion.
These personal items carried a resentful energy. Could the male homeowner be a murderer?
As Zhao Yan was contemplating, a piercing scream echoed from downstairs.
The voice was familiar; it was clearly Wang Yang's.
The walkie-talkie clipped to her waist crackled to life.
"Master Zhao, Wang Yang on the fourth floor is acting strangely. His livestream suddenly filled with white static. Can you go to the fourth floor and check?" Lin Xihang's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
Zhao Yan replied, "Received."
She signaled to the accompanying crew members, and they quickly ran towards the fourth floor.
In the dimly lit corridor, Zhao Yan shone her flashlight, revealing a person lying on the ground.
Approaching the person, she saw he was foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, and a dark aura surrounded him.
His body trembled slightly, as if he had been greatly frightened.
"Miss Zhao, this is Wang Yang's cameraman. How could he be like this?"
The cameraman, startled, crouched down and gently shook the man.
"There's someone here who's been frightened and has fainted. Please send someone over."
Zhao Yan spoke into the walkie-talkie.
After saying this, she noticed there was no response. She tried again, "Hello, Boss Lin?"
"Chh..."
A burst of static came from the walkie-talkie, so piercingly loud that Zhao Yan quickly moved it away.
She tapped the walkie-talkie a few times, but it remained unresponsive.
"Is the walkie-talkie broken?" The cameraman swallowed, glancing around.
This place was known as a haunted building.
"Check if our livestream is still on," Zhao Yan said to the cameraman.
The cameraman picked up his phone. "Our feed is strange, it's flickering."
Zhao Yan leaned in to look. Indeed, their livestream feed was flickering, sometimes clear, then suddenly filled with white static.
"Ah, Miss Zhao, look at the back of our livestream. There seems to be a very long shadow," the cameraman exclaimed, pointing at the screen.
Zhao Yan looked and saw a shadow appearing in their livestream.
The shadow was positioned directly behind them.
Zhao Yan quickly turned around, but there was no shadow behind her.
"Wang Yang is still inside. You carry this man first," Zhao Yan said softly.
Though the cameraman was terrified, he followed Zhao Yan's instructions and lifted the unconscious man onto his back.
"Which room on the fourth floor did Wang Yang go into?" Zhao Yan asked softly.
"I don't know," the cameraman shook his head.
If they had to search room by room, who knew how long it would take.
Zhao Yan suddenly thought of the viewers in the livestream.
She pulled out her phone and found an overwhelming number of comments.
The sheer volume of comments was causing her livestream to lag.
After a moment, Zhao Yan understood. Wang Yang's livestream had suddenly gone to static, and viewers had flocked to other streamers.
Zhao Yan was one of them.
When viewers saw Zhao Yan on the fourth floor, more and more people flooded in, causing the livestream to lag.
The cameraman trembled, "Miss Zhao, shouldn't we leave quickly? The comments are all warning us not to go further."
"Wang Yang was just dragged away by something when he went in. It looked terrifying."
"The viewers said Wang Yang was dragged away by a pale hand."
Seeing the cameraman's panicked state, Zhao Yan felt he would be more of a hindrance than help if he stayed, potentially causing chaos.
"Give me the camera. You take this man back first," Zhao Yan said.
The cameraman looked at Zhao Yan with concern, "Maybe we should go together."
Zhao Yan waved her hand, "No need. Don't worry, I can take care of myself."
"Then I'll be going. Don't push yourself. Money can be earned again, but life cannot. If anything happens, just call me."
With that, the cameraman quickly ran towards the third floor with the man on his back.
Zhao Yan looked at the comments and knew Wang Yang had been dragged from room 406.
Seeing that Zhao Yan was not only unafraid but was walking forward, the viewers hailed her as a warrior.
This action also significantly boosted Zhao Yan's popularity.
Zhao Yan walked down the corridor and arrived at room 406.
She gently pushed the door open, which creaked loudly.
She held her flashlight in one hand, illuminating the room, and the camera in the other.
Such dedication was rare.
Pushing the door open, Zhao Yan shone her flashlight forward.
"Wang Yang?" Zhao Yan called out softly.
She found the room filled with a dense, chilling energy that significantly reduced the effectiveness of her Yin-Yang eyes.
"Swish swish..." a sound came from the left, like someone flushing a toilet.
According to the information Zhao Yan had, this building had been uninhabited for a long time, completely without water or electricity. Where was the water coming from to flush a toilet?
"Miss Zhao, it's over, Miss Zhao!" The cameraman's voice echoed from the corridor.
The cameraman ran quickly into the room, his face etched with panic.
"I... I ran downstairs just now, but the stairs were so long, I couldn't reach the bottom. I was so scared I wet my pants," the cameraman said, rubbing his arms, goosebumps rising.
"Cameraman, what are you carrying?" Zhao Yan turned back to look at him.
"I'm carrying a colleague," the cameraman replied.
Feeling Zhao Yan's question was strange, he couldn't help but look behind him.
The moment he looked, he let out a terrified scream.
What he was carrying on his back was not a crew member, but a paper effigy. The effigy's face was deathly pale, its eyes staring straight ahead.
Terrified, his legs went weak, and a chill ran down his spine. He quickly threw the paper effigy off his back.
"Splash..."
The sound of flushing water came again from a bedroom.
"Holy crap!" The cameraman flinched.
Watching the man in his thirties cowering in fear, Zhao Yan felt a pang of pity.
"Cameraman, stay behind me and don't stray too far. This will prevent any strange things from getting close to you."