Weapon A's voice abruptly stopped halfway through the sentence.
The live stream flickered without warning, then seemed to be forcibly distorted by some force, the entire view suddenly zoomed out and rotated, finally settling on a building that Weapon A had never seen before.
It was a building that looked like an administrative building, with large areas of gray-white paint peeling off the walls, and several broken windows that looked like dark, gaping eyes. Most strangely, a dozen or so uniformed people stood blankly in front of the building, surrounding a man in a black trench coat.
"What... what's going on?" Weapon A blurted out, immediately realizing his blunder. He turned to the broadcast room and mouthed, "What the hell is going on?"
The director shook his head blankly, frantically switching channels, but the live stream remained motionless, still showing that gloomy administrative building.
The barrage of comments exploded instantly:
"Holy crap! Has the scene changed?"
·Script arrangement?"
"This place looks familiar..."
A panicked voice came through Weapon A's headset. "Hey A, the drone's out of control! GPS signal lost, we can't control it at all!"
Cold sweat trickled down Weapon A's back. This drone was quite valuable; it would be a real shame to lose it.
More importantly, there are so many viewers in the live stream; if an accident happens now...
He forced himself to calm down and forced a smile at the camera, "Haha, it seems our 'paranormal detector' is really dedicated! It's found an even more exciting place! Let me see where this is..."
He pretended to study the footage, but was actually frantically texting his assistant under the table: [Find out where this crappy place is! Get the backup crew moving immediately!]
The assistant, pale-faced, replied, "[The navigation indicates that place seems to be... some newly established, mysterious department of the government. A drone couldn't possibly fly that far, and it's impossible for it to fly in there!"]
Weapon A's fingers froze, and he immediately realized that something terrible had happened. If he really broadcast the footage of the country's secret department live, his life was definitely over!
Just then, the drone in the live stream suddenly began to dive downwards at an astonishing speed, causing the camera to shake violently. Just before it was about to crash into the main building, it suddenly pulled up, skimming past the roof, and finally hovered in a very suitable position, where the people facing off below could be clearly seen.
"Turn off the live stream! Immediately!" Weapon A finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared in a low voice.
The tech team's voices were choked with tears. "We've tried... all the systems are down! We even unplugged the power, but the live stream is still going on!"
Weapon A felt a wave of dizziness. This couldn't be, absolutely couldn't be, this was too abnormal. Had it really encountered a supernatural event?
The chat in the live stream was completely frantic at this moment:
"Holy crap, holy crap, which department is this? Why is it so run-down?"
"Real or fake? This is too exciting!"
"The anchor has really messed up! This is a newly established national agency specifically for handling paranormal phenomena. Although I don't know why the buildings here have become so old, anchor, you're definitely in trouble..."
Weapon A didn't see the long barrage of comments clearly. In the live stream, the newly established Headquarters building of the Supernatural Investigation Bureau looked like the skeleton of a giant beast that had been drained of its flesh and blood.
The people standing at the building entrance started moving, and the camera suddenly zoomed in, enlarging the image.
Weapon A and the viewers watching the live stream gasped in shock.
They saw a ragged "person," if it could still be called a person—grayish-blue skin covered a jagged skeleton, rotting facial muscles hanging from the cheekbones, and the left eyeball suspended by a blood vessel, dangling in the chest cavity, looking exactly like a zombie.
Even more terrifying, behind this "zombie" stood more than twenty people in uniforms, their skin pale as adipocere, some with bite marks on their necks, and even severed carotid arteries turned outwards, with asphalt-like substances congealed at the edges.
"Holy crap... this is a wax figure, isn't it?" Weapon A's voice trembled as he stared intently at the screen, not wanting to miss a single detail.
Since things have come to this point, there's no use in being angry anymore; it's better to take this opportunity to gain more benefits for yourself.
So Weapon A didn't leave the eerie livestream room that was still running even after the power was cut off; instead, it calmly sat down and continued its explanation.
Consider it... fortune favors the bold!
In the live stream, the "zombie's" chest suddenly swelled, spewing out a black, asphalt-like mist. The wax-figure-like "crowd" behind him immediately looked up in unison.
The pupils of these people were dilated, and their eyes were dull and numb.
"Puff!"
The moment the black mist exploded, they rushed towards the figure in the black trench coat in front of them.
This person was Wen Jingyan. Facing the beating, he pointed forward, and the ground immediately began to twist. The bricks and stones turned into a slippery mud road. Gray mist filled the left side, and countless pale arms swayed like seaweed in the mist. The right side was still the darkness of the real world.
The live stream chat exploded with comments:
"What's going on? Is this special effects?"
"You can add these kinds of effects to live streams now?"
"It's probably done with AI; they can even do face-swapping live streams now."
"Isn't there a human leg hanging on the streetlight in the bottom right corner?!"
"Why wasn't this kind of restricted content banned by the platform?"
More and more people realized that something was wrong with the live stream.
At this moment, the hideous "zombie" was trapped by the Yin-Yang Road summoned by Wen Jingyan. The left half of the "zombie" was trapped in the gray mist of the Yin Road, where it was being frantically torn apart by the arms in the mist, while the right half of its body was stuck in the reality of the Yang Road, unable to move at all.
This zombie-like creature is the source of the Fierce Ghost. Those bitten by it will become its Ghost Slaves and continue to bite other living people. Living people bitten by the Ghost Slaves will also become their Ghost Slaves.
It has a certain degree of transmissibility and infectivity, and does indeed resemble something like a Zombie.
Wen Jingyan had subdued the Source Ghost, but the Ghost Slave hadn't lost their ability to move. They flanked him from both sides, but the moment they touched the hem of Wen Jingyan's clothes—
"Snap!"
The entire floor suddenly collapsed into a spiraling downward path, and the Ghost Slaves plummeted. Countless pale hands emerged from the gray mist on the left side of the path, tearing them to shreds.
The source of the Fierce Ghost, the "zombie," suddenly convulsed, and more Ghost Slaves emerged from the Headquarters of the Supernatural Investigation Bureau. A glance at them sent chills down one's spine.
"What the hell is all of this?"
Weapon A shuddered in front of the camera and couldn't help but ask the question, which echoed the surprise and doubt of many viewers watching the live stream.
The gimmick of "live-streaming a supernatural event" was already very eye-catching, and the fact that a supernatural event seemed to have actually occurred in the live stream attracted countless netizens.
The number of fans in the live stream skyrocketed. Weapon A suppressed his urge to sell products, put on a professional fake smile, and thought that after today, he would probably become a celebrity.
At this moment, the live broadcast camera zoomed out, switching to a high-altitude overhead view. Centered on the Investigation Bureau's administrative building, countless figures swiftly swept across all directions, rushing towards Wen Jingyan.
You can feel the oppressive and terrifying atmosphere even through the screen.
However, Wen Jingyan remained calm and composed. The Ghost Slave rushed towards him, but none of them could get close to him. They all fell into the Yin-Yang Road and were eventually reduced to ashes.
After dealing with a group of Ghost Slaves, Wen Jingyan turned to look at the source Fierce Ghost.
He slowly raised one hand, his posture extremely elegant, casually revealing his sharp jawline with a touch of deliberate performance, before slowly lowering his hand again.
The Yin-Yang Road he summoned suddenly widened a bit more, and the source Fierce Ghost completely stopped moving, falling into a state of utter paralysis.
The winding Yin-Yang Road seemed to have accidentally passed through the Investigation Bureau's administrative building, which was instantly reduced to ruins.
Viewers watching the live stream gasped in shock.
"There's absolutely no trace of AI synthesis; it doesn't look like acting at all."
"If it's not acting, how could it be real? Is this even human?"
"I know a little inside information; this should be a superhuman..."
Netizens from all over the world shared their opinions, and the barrage of comments was so dense that the screen was almost invisible. However, miraculously, the entire live stream remained smooth without any lag.
At this moment, the image on the live stream screen shook violently a few times, and the drone's position seemed to be rapidly descending, trying to capture the key scene more clearly.
Weapon A stared intently at the screen, its fingernails digging into its palm without it even realizing it.
The Fierce Ghost spirit at its source has crashed, but this Supernatural is somewhat peculiar; even though the source has fallen silent, the Ghost Slave it has transformed are still active.
From the ruins of the Headquarters administration building of the Supernatural Investigation Bureau, more Ghost Slave crawled out one after another. The building had just collapsed due to Wen Jingyan's Yin-Yang Road, and perhaps the Supernatural had unintentionally affected them, which is why their way of moving was slightly strange.
What's most terrifying are their empty eyes; they seem lifeless, yet they appear to be able to precisely "look" into the drone's camera lens.
Weapon A's voice caught in his throat, too nervous to speak.
The chat was still scrolling, but Weapon A wasn't paying any attention to it. His eyes were fixed on the young man in the black trench coat in the center of the screen.
The remaining Ghost Slaves posed no threat to Wen Jingyan; he could eliminate them all with a flick of his finger.
He had his back to the camera, his messy hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze. Even through the screen, Weapon A could feel the cold aura emanating from him.
Suddenly, Wen Jingyan turned around, his sharp gaze piercing the lens. In that instant, Weapon A felt a chill run down his spine, as if the other party wasn't looking at the drone, but at him directly through the lens.
"He... found out I was live-streaming?" Weapon A's voice trembled, and he involuntarily took a step back, almost falling off his chair.
Before he could figure it out, Wen Jingyan in the scene suddenly frowned, as if he had heard something. The next second, he turned around without hesitation and disappeared on the spot.
An eerie Silence fell over the live stream. The only things visible on the screen were the mess on the floor and the slightly swaying drone camera. The night wind blew by, making a whistling sound.
"Is it... over?" Weapon A tentatively spoke into the microphone, his voice dry and unlike his own.
"Looks like our 'special guest' has left after their performance, right? Shall we send some gifts, everyone?" His mind was a little fuzzy, and he blurted out those words instinctively.
The comments section is still refreshing like crazy:
"Who was that guy just now? He was pretty handsome! Can you share some behind-the-scenes footage?"
"The host doesn't look well; is she sick?"
"This isn't scripted! I'm actually in Jing City, and a lot of strange things have happened tonight..."
Weapon A forced a smile and was about to say something to salvage the situation when the live stream suddenly shook violently. Several fully armed figures appeared in the frame, wearing uniforms that Weapon A had never seen before.
"Monitoring equipment detected! Remove it immediately!" a cold, hard voice rang out.
Then a gunshot rang out, the live stream instantly spun around, finally freezing on a blurry night sky before going completely black.
A system notification popped up saying, "The live stream has ended."
The workshop of Weapon A was deathly silent. He sat frozen in his chair, drenched in cold sweat. Several seconds passed before he realized that all the equipment had returned to normal. The live stream that he couldn't turn off no matter what he did had finally stopped, and the malfunctioning system had all restarted.
"What... what's going on?" The assistant's voice was trembling with tears. "Have we encountered a ghost?"
Weapon A did not answer. With trembling hands, he clicked on the live stream replay to confirm that he was not hallucinating or dreaming.
"This is unbelievable..." he muttered to himself, the tension and fear gradually subsiding as he carefully considered how to deal with the potential trouble that might follow.
Just then, the door to his studio was suddenly pushed open, and another assistant walked in looking terrified. "Brother A, someone's looking for you outside. They look like they're from some government department, and they seem to be someone important."
The assistant's face was frighteningly pale; Weapon A had never seen him like this before, so he followed him outside.
Several people in black uniforms remained outside. Because of the supernatural phenomena that had also occurred at Weapon A's live streaming studio, they did not dare to barge in rashly, but instead had someone bring Weapon A out.
The leading man looked at Weapon A, who was visibly nervous, and said in a calm but authoritative voice, "We are from the 'Supernatural Investigation Bureau.' Please come with us."
Weapon A's brain exploded with a "buzz".
Supernatural Investigation Bureau?
The government actually has this kind of department!
Does this mean that supernatural phenomena do exist?
Weapon A was inwardly turmoil, but outwardly remained extremely respectful and cooperative.
Subsequently, not only Weapon A, but his entire livestreaming team, anyone involved in tonight's events, will be investigated.
A group of people wearing heavy protective suits entered his live streaming studio and carefully took away all the equipment inside.
These live-streaming devices, including the drone, have all exhibited abnormal behavior and must be handled with extreme caution; we might even need to trace them back to their manufacturing facilities...