"Ah?!"
Hearing Jiang Qiao's order, Streamer, who had been about to ask for advice, was instantly stunned.
"Don't worry about anything else for now."
"Just do as I say."
"Turn on every light in the house that can be turned on. Whatever you do, don't turn them off. From now on, lock the toilet and bathroom from the outside, then stay away from them. No matter what sounds you hear, don't go investigate."
"Cover every reflective surface in the bedroom. Make sure they're completely covered."
"If the lights go out."
"Don't worry about it."
"Hide under the bed or in the wardrobe. Don't come out."
"If you hear any sounds tonight."
"As long as they appear in the bedroom, immediately hold your breath and don't make a sound. Pretend you're a piece of clothing or a puppet, not a living thing."
"Besides that, you'll also need to..."
"Do as I say."
"If I'm not mistaken, your place is going to be pretty lively at midnight tonight."
"If you survive."
"Come up and find me tomorrow."
"If you die... then I guess you just had bad luck."
Jiang Qiao typed very quickly. After finishing, he casually ran the message through an AI translator and sent it over. Streamer first stared blankly at it, then grew terrified, his whole body turning cold.
He was just about to ask further questions.
But Jiang Qiao tossed out one final sentence: "Bloody Mary comes out of reflective surfaces."
"Good luck."
Then he ran off.
Buffalo.
Mike stared at the lines of advice, his whole body turning cold as he kept cursing, "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!"
He glanced at the time.
11:40!
Daring not to delay, he rushed out of the bedroom while continuing to yell "SHIT!" and turned on every light in the house. Then,