After sorting through the simulated intelligence.
Jiang Qiao saw a message from "Happy," saying that she wanted to treat him to a meal.
After thinking it over, since she was an unlucky person who had encountered ghosts, he decided it was worth meeting her.
As the saying went, more friends meant more ghosts.
The information revealed by the Simulator was becoming richer and richer, and Jiang Qiao now felt a little pressured.
However, he already had plans for tonight.
So he arranged to meet her at noon the next day.
That night, North Bridge Street.
Residential Building No. 5, Room 8-3.
This area had already been marked for demolition and had long been uninhabited.
Jiang Qiao had seen online that a group of people had played a table-tennis game here a few days ago, only to run into a ghost.
Don't misunderstand—it really was a table-tennis game.
The perfectly legitimate kind.
It was said that a woman had once hanged herself in this room, and eerie crying could often be heard afterward.
After hearing about it, several young people placed a basin in the room, with several numbered table-tennis balls inside.
At midnight, they took turns carrying red candles upstairs to retrieve their own ball.
Whoever didn't dare go was a dog!
The first few people were perfectly fine and successfully took away their table-tennis balls.
But something went wrong when it was the second-to-last person's turn.
When he went upstairs, he found that only one ball remained in the basin.
He thought the friends before him were playing a prank and angrily prepared to go downstairs and pick a fight. But when he turned around, he saw a woman hanging in the bedroom, holding a table-tennis ball!
Jiang Qiao moved a stool into the bedroom where the woman was said to have hanged herself and sat down.
He was somewhat bewildered.
He had examined the room with his Dual Pupils, but hadn't seen any female ghost.
Had she gone out to visit someone?
Still, the ghostly aura here was indeed quite heavy. Something was definitely wrong.
So Jiang Qiao decided to play an Ouija game here.
Since he couldn't find a ghost, he would make one himself and see if he could summon one.
Following the position for playing Ouija alone that he had found online, he crossed his hands behind his back and held a Ballpoint Pen he had picked up from a cemetery.
"Ouija, Ouija, you are my past life, and I am your present life."
"If fate binds us, please write the answers to the English CET-4 and CET-6 exams on the paper for me!"
After repeating it three times, Jiang Qiao failed to summon Ouija, but he heard a woman crying from upstairs.
The intense Chilly Aura filled Jiang Qiao with delight, and he hurried upstairs.
"Little Wife, I'm coming in!"
He kicked open the door and immediately saw a woman hanging in midair, her feet swaying back and forth.
"So I went into the wrong room."
He suddenly understood.
Sure enough, everything online was fake. If you weren't careful, you could easily get the wrong idea.
The female ghost revealed an eerie smile when she saw Jiang Qiao.
Wailing as she tried to take the noose and slip it around his neck.
Simple and brutal—she gave Jiang Qiao quite a scare.
"Holy crap!"
This female ghost was so skilled at tying ropes. She must have been a task master when she was alive.
Jiang Qiao reached out and grabbed the rope, then tied the female ghost up in Kikko-shibari.
Then, while she stared at him in bewilderment, he took out a poster and pasted it over her face.
Feeling the electricity inside his body grow stronger, Jiang Qiao smiled with satisfaction.
Sure enough, friction could generate electricity. The scientists had been right!
Without stopping, Jiang Qiao took a taxi to an abandoned psychiatric hospital on the outskirts of the city.
It was said to become very lively every night.
Someone had once gone out drunk to walk his dog, accidentally entered the hospital building, and been dragged into dancing all night together with his dog.
The driver tried to persuade Jiang Qiao that something was seriously wrong with that place.
Jiang Qiao was delighted to hear that. That was exactly what he wanted—something abnormal.
The moment he arrived at the hospital entrance, Jiang Qiao's body jolted.
This hospital really was abnormal!
From the pitch-black building came the sound of someone speaking.
"Neither dragon roars nor tiger howls. A mere Vicious Ghost—how laughable!"
"Brothers, 666—don't stop! One rocket for each room!"
"Tonight, the streamer is taking everyone on an overnight stay at a psychiatric hospital!"
Jiang Qiao saw a young man carrying a selfie stick and knocking on each door in the corridor.
Behind him followed a group of Vicious Ghosts with crooked features, all wearing hospital gowns.
One moment they lined up into an S, and the next they stood in the shape of a B, striking poses behind the streamer.
They were startled when they saw Jiang Qiao suddenly barge in.
Then sinister smiles spread across their twisted, sickly faces.
The streamer pointed his phone at Jiang Qiao.
"Look, there's a ghost here!"
The viewers in the livestream immediately saw a huge bald man standing at the entrance, with a greenish face, fangs, and shifty eyes scanning the area.
"Holy crap, there really is a ghost!"
"We're doomed, we're doomed. You can tell this ghost is strong just from his hairstyle. The streamer's probably going to get knocked out with one punch."
"Shocking! During a psychiatric-hospital livestream, the streamer is attacked by Bald Man from beyond the grave!"
"..."
Jiang Qiao was also given quite a fright.
Damn it, were ghosts this shameless now?
Not only did they know how to livestream and scam money from their viewers, they even turned around and accused other people of being ghosts!
The furious Jiang Qiao activated his Invincible Body, charged forward, and slammed straight into the Vicious Ghosts, smashing them into the wall so hard they couldn't be pried off.
"This ghost even knows how to slide tackle. How terrifying."
"Unbelievable! The national football team turns out to be Bald Man!"
"Are you some kind of clickbait account? How much did Bald Man pay you? My teacher Saitama will pay double!"
"If he doesn't play in the next World Cup, I'm not watching."
The viewers in the livestream were having a blast, thinking the streamer had hired a prop team.
They all followed the streamer and praised him as a conscientious streamer.
After Jiang Qiao finished dealing with the psychiatric-hospital Vicious Ghosts, he discovered that his Invincible Body was only a hair's breadth away from leveling up.
He was suddenly filled with energy.
Picking up the Vicious Ghost's livestreaming phone, he discovered that it was a paper-made Fruit 100 Pro Max.
The livestream image was clear, the connection stable, and 8K ultra-high-definition mode was enabled.
Jiang Qiao felt that fighting ghosts alone was rather boring, so he picked up the phone and started a livestream.
Donglin Reservoir.
Jiang Qiao sat on the bank, holding a selfie stick in one hand and a Fishing Rod in the other.
In front of him were spicy strips, French fries, and Lao Gan Ma.
He ate while he played.
It was said that someone had gone fishing here in the middle of the night and caught a corpse. After being frightened, he discovered that it was his own.
"Isn't this the ghost-hunting livestream? Why are you livestreaming fishing?"
"I was thinking, a ghost-hunting livestream broadcasting fishing really is something to see."
"To be fair, the guy above is right."
"..."
Jiang Qiao hadn't been sitting for long when he saw bubbles begin to rise from the water.
Immediately afterward, a huge mass of hair resembling aquatic weeds floated to the surface.
Finally, a bloated female ghost crawled out.
Three parts of the female ghost's body were covered with mosaics.
The livestream comments exploded.
"Holy crap, fishing really means you can catch anything except fish, huh?"
"I've watched plenty of livestreams—repairing sports cars, repairing trucks, at most repairing an infantry fighting vehicle. But the streamer is incredible. He went straight to drifting a ghost car."
"The streamer's ability to stir things up is truly savage. This isn't something a living person could do."
"My god, can I really watch this without paying? Hold on, streamer. I'm going to grab my mom's phone and send you some gifts."
"Where are the moderators? Where are the moderators? Get to work."
"Work my ass. Where did this idiot come from? Every day it's 'get to work, get to work.' Did you get hit in the head by a brick until you suffered cerebral thrombosis?"
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