"This place is too haunted, Miss Zhao."
As he said this, the cameraman's voice became unclear. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands in prayer, "Guanyin Bodhisattva, Buddha, protect me. Please don't let anything harm me. I haven't done anything wrong."
When the cameraman opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Yan walking towards another bedroom.
He quickly called out, "Miss Zhao, wait for me!"
Zhao Yan went into the bathroom. The lid of the toilet was covered in dust. She opened the lid, but there was no water inside at all.
Yet, there was the sound of flushing.
She shone her flashlight to the left and saw Wang Yang lying in the corner.
His face was deathly pale. Compared to the cameraman, Wang Yang's condition was far more serious, as if much of his yang energy had been drained.
Zhao Yan crouched down and slapped Wang Yang hard across the face.
Wang Yang wasn't unconscious from fear, but from the draining of his yang energy. The best way to rouse him was a wake-up slap.
After a few slaps, Wang Yang opened his eyes.
The moment Wang Yang opened his eyes, he let out a loud scream, "Ah!"
He flailed his fists, shouting, "Don't come near me, don't come near me!"
"Look clearly, it's me!" Zhao Yan grabbed Wang Yang's wild punches and slapped him again.
This slap instantly shifted Wang Yang from panic to bewilderment, and then he burst into tears.
"I... I saw a woman just now. She only had half a face, and her hair covered one side. The wind blew, and it scared me to death," Wang Yang stammered.
"Quick! Help me out," Wang Yang extended his hand.
The cameraman grabbed Wang Yang's hand. The moment Wang Yang stood up, he quickly ran towards the door.
He reached the living room and slammed the bathroom door shut behind him.
This action left Zhao Yan and the cameraman stunned.
"You guys distract that ghost thing for me. I'll... I'll go call for help. I'll go call for help," Wang Yang said tremblingly as he ran out.
The cameraman grabbed the doorknob and twisted it with all his might, then banged on the door, "Damn it! Miss Zhao, Wang Yang has locked us in the bathroom."
"That son of a bitch!"
Just as Wang Yang was locking the door, Zhao Yan clearly felt that something was not right.
When she shone her flashlight on the mirror, she saw two figures in it.
The two figures rapidly overlapped and then separated, overlapping and separating, separating and overlapping.
In the moment of overlap, Zhao Yan saw another woman in the mirror, and it wasn't her.
As the overlaps increased, Zhao Yan also noticed that the woman smiled at her when they overlapped.
Just as Wang Yang had said, this woman only had half a face, and her smile was terrifying.
"Bang."
Zhao Yan punched the mirror, cracking it. The shattered pieces revealed different women.
With a "whoosh," a flushing sound echoed beneath their feet.
"Blood! Blood! Blood is coming up!" the cameraman shouted in panic, pointing at the toilet.
Zhao Yan looked. There had been no water in the toilet, but now bloody water was gushing out.
It overflowed the toilet and spread onto the floor, soaking their shoes.
The water rose at an astonishing speed. In a short while, the bloody water reached their knees.
"I want out, I want out!" The cameraman couldn't take it anymore. He kicked the door repeatedly, but it remained unresponsive.
He then desperately grabbed the doorknob and twisted it frantically.
"Miss Zhao, step on me. This bloody water is almost up to my neck."
"Miss Zhao, hurry." The cameraman bent over.
He was making gurgling sounds, showing signs of choking.
Zhao Yan saw clearly that the cameraman was affected by a hallucination, which caused him to see things differently from her.
From Zhao Yan's perspective, the cameraman was strangling himself.
He was choking himself, causing him to suffocate.
In this critical moment, the cameraman was still concerned about her safety, which Zhao Yan appreciated.
He was truly a kind man.
Zhao Yan quickly walked over and grabbed the cameraman's wrist.
The moment she grabbed his wrist, another hand seemed to firmly grip her wrist as well.
The force made Zhao Yan pause. She turned her head to the left and coldly reprimanded, "Scram!"
Although her Yin-Yang eyes were restricted, it didn't mean she couldn't sense the other's presence.
The hand holding her arm suddenly shifted rapidly, trying to choke her throat.
Zhao Yan acted first, taking out a talisman and chanting.
As the talisman burned rapidly, a golden light flashed, illuminating the ghost's appearance.
Zhao Yan quickly seized the ghost's throat and pushed her into the toilet.
The ghost struggled fiercely, trying to break free from Zhao Yan's grip.
Seeing that she couldn't break free, with a "bang," the ghost suddenly turned into mist, leaving Zhao Yan grasping at empty air.
Zhao Yan grabbed the cameraman's wrist again and forcefully pulled his hand away.
"Cameraman, relax. Take a deep breath. Don't be so nervous, breathe deeply!" Zhao Yan said softly.
Seeing the cameraman trembling, she raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder, pressing down slightly to stop his trembling.
The cameraman took a deep breath, still muttering, "So much bloody water came out of the toilet. It's almost drowning us. Miss Zhao, let's run, let's run!"
Zhao Yan said, "No need to run. It's all an illusion. Look again, has the illusion disappeared?"
The cameraman mustered the courage to open his eyes again. Seeing that there was no bloody water around, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Miss Zhao, what was that just now? It was so scary. I thought I was going to die," the cameraman said tremblingly.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Zhao Yan, like coaxing a child, gave the cameraman a warm hug and gently patted his back.
After the cameraman's emotions had stabilized slightly, Zhao Yan asked him to step back a bit.
She raised her fist and punched the door.
With a "bang," her punch created a hole in the door.
Zhao Yan reached her hand through the hole, grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and instantly opened the door.
As the door swung open, Zhao Yan didn't forget to ask, "By the way, cameraman, has our popularity increased?"