One Wang Yang ran down the stairs, and another Wang Yang was behind her.
How could there be two Wang Yangs?
Zhao Yan and the cameraman turned to look at Wang Yang.
Wang Yang was stunned for a moment, pointed at himself, and said urgently, "I am the real Wang Yang! One hundred percent real."
"Do you believe it?" Zhao Yan asked the cameraman.
"It's a bit hard to believe. Miss Zhao, do you think this Wang Yang is a ghost?"
As he spoke, the cameraman took two or three steps back.
Zhao Yan said, "Let's test it."
The cameraman asked, "How do we test it?"
Zhao Yan opened her bag and took out a thin, long willow branch. "We'll thread this willow branch through his left ear. If it doesn't go through, he's human. If it goes through, he's a ghost." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"My master taught me this, the ear-piercing ghost test."
The cameraman gasped. Threading an ear with such a thin willow branch, even though it wasn't his ear, felt uncomfortable. He instinctively covered his own ear.
Wang Yang stamped his foot anxiously, "I am really Wang Yang, the one just now must be a ghost."
Zhao Yan rolled her eyes. "Heh, you say you're Wang Yang, so you are Wang Yang? If I say I'm your mother, does that make me your mother?"
Wang Yang immediately said to Zhao Yan, "Mom!"
Zhao Yan: "..."
"Wang Yang, you're so scared, aren't you really a ghost?" the cameraman exclaimed.
Zhao Yan took out a rusty butcher's knife from her bag. "It's okay if we don't use the willow branch. I'll cut you a couple of times with this."
Wang Yang: "..."
This felt a bit like a personal vendetta.
"Come on!" Wang Yang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Zhao Yan raised the butcher's knife.
"Hey, hey, hey! Not the butcher's knife, the willow branch, the willow branch test!" Wang Yang exclaimed in fright.
Looking at Zhao Yan's expression, she really seemed to want to give him a couple of slashes with the knife.
After forcefully enduring the test, Wang Yang opened his eyes.
What was with the disappointed expressions on Zhao Yan and the cameraman's faces?
Did they really want him to be a ghost that badly?
Zhao Yan ignored Wang Yang. As long as the internet connection for the livestream wasn't broken, she would continue broadcasting.
The popularity was surging, making the Wang Yang beside her extremely envious. He shamelessly tried to get his face on camera.
His shots were blocked by the cameraman, and he could only trail behind, eating dust.
"There are six ghosts in the haunted building. Wang Yang encountered the hanged ghost, and I, along with the cameraman, encountered the little boy and the half-faced ghost."
"We still haven't encountered three ghosts," Zhao Yan said to the camera.
"Which ghost is the most ferocious?" the cameraman asked.
Zhao Yan thought for a moment. "Logically, the first to die was the ghost who jumped to her death. After she died, all these things happened, so she should be the most ferocious."
"That little boy ghost guided us. He doesn't seem very evil," Zhao Yan analyzed.
Seeing Zhao Yan's calm demeanor, the cameraman felt a little more at ease. If Zhao Yan had shown fear, he would definitely have been scared too.
"Miss Zhao, the fake Wang Yang has appeared." The cameraman pointed towards the corridor.
The fake Wang Yang who had run down earlier had indeed run down again.
Zhao Yan didn't go downstairs because she was waiting for this moment.
"Cameraman, keep up!" Zhao Yan said to the cameraman and quickly chased after the fake Wang Yang who had run down.
"This lunatic is risking his life for popularity." The real Wang Yang was anxious. He didn't dare to go down alone and could only follow Zhao Yan and the others.
But when he reached the fourth floor, he found he couldn't keep up with Zhao Yan and the cameraman.
"What the hell! Where did they go!" Wang Yang was startled, like a child walking with their parents, only to find the parents gone and the child lost.
This feeling instantly filled Wang Yang with terror.
He shone his flashlight down the corridor on the fourth floor and suddenly saw a pale face in the center of the corridor.
"Ah!" Wang Yang let out a scream, like a marmot.
With a "bang," he fainted.
Zhao Yan moved the flashlight away from his chin and quickly came to Wang Yang's side, slapping him hard. "Hello, hello, hello, Wang Yang?"
"He dares to call himself the number one paranormal streamer with such a timid nature. His courage is too little," the cameraman said, touching his shiny bald head.
By staying by Zhao Yan's side, the cameraman felt his own courage was greatly boosted.
Zhao Yan didn't mean to scare Wang Yang. She had been shining the flashlight on the ceiling of the corridor.
Wang Yang just happened to see it.
After dragging Wang Yang aside, Zhao Yan touched her chin and shrugged helplessly.
"Chichichi..."
Static crackled from the intercom.
Then, Lin Xihang's voice came through the intercom.
"Master Zhao, Master Zhao, can you hear me over there?"
"Miss Zhao, the intercom is suddenly working," the cameraman said.
"I can hear you, over!" Zhao Yan replied.
"Phew, finally I can hear you."
Lin Xihang took a breath. "Master Zhao, we've sent a few people over, but they're all going in circles and can't get into the building."
"Could you please wait where you are? I've already sent three streamers up. I'll feel more at ease if they stay with you."
"Roger that, over!"
The current situation is that people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out.
After waiting for a few minutes, three streamers and their three cameramen arrived on the fourth floor.
Zhao Yan noticed a problem: the chance of encountering issues when going upstairs was very low, but going downstairs easily led to major problems.
The three streamers were chatting and laughing, seemingly having good luck and not experiencing any paranormal phenomena.
Each person's livestream was independent; they could only see the popularity of their own and others' streams, but not the content of the video feeds.
So, they didn't know what had happened to Zhao Yan.
Only an external monitor displayed the live feeds of the five streamers.
"We received a message from Boss Lin asking us to livestream with Miss Zhao."
"Okay, okay, then you can follow me."
"Huh? Why is Wang Yang lying on the ground?" one of the streamers asked curiously.
"Wang Yang was scared by me." Zhao Yan shone her flashlight on her chin, demonstrating how Wang Yang had been startled.
"Haha, such a coward!"
"Wang Yang is too pathetic!"
As they were all paranormal streamers, stepping on Wang Yang made them seem braver.
"Is this building really that haunted? Is the information Boss Lin gave us wrong?"
"We've walked through the corridor rooms downstairs for so long and haven't found anything particularly scary."
The cameraman looked at their expressions and immediately cast a strange glance at them, muttering softly, "You're just lucky."