Fishing Bro Livestreams a Hearse

After organizing the information from the simulation.

Jiang Qiao saw a message from "Happy," saying she wanted to treat him to a meal.

He thought about it. Since she was someone who had encountered a ghost, it was indeed worth meeting her.

As the saying goes, more friends mean more ghosts.

The simulator's revealed information was becoming increasingly rich, and Jiang Qiao was feeling a bit pressured.

However, he already had plans for tonight.

So, he arranged to meet her tomorrow at noon.

Night, North Bridge Street.

Residential Building 5, Unit 8-3.

This area was already slated for demolition and had no residents.

Jiang Qiao had seen online that a group of people had played a ping pong game here a few days ago and encountered a ghost.

Don't misunderstand, it was truly a ping pong game.

A very proper one.

It was said that a woman had hanged herself in this room before, and afterward, eerie crying sounds were often heard.

After hearing this, several young people placed a basin in the room, filled with several numbered ping pong balls.

At midnight, they each went upstairs with a red candle and took their assigned ball.

Whoever didn't dare to go was a dog!

The first few people were fine and successfully took their ping pong balls.

But when it was the turn of the second-to-last person, something went wrong.

He went upstairs and found only one ball left in the basin.

He thought his friends were playing a prank on him and angrily went downstairs to confront them. However, when he turned around, he saw a woman hanging in the bedroom, holding a ping pong ball!

Jiang Qiao moved a stool and sat in the bedroom where the woman was rumored to have hanged herself.

He felt somewhat lost.

He had checked with his Dual Pupils but couldn't see the Female Ghost.

Did the Female Ghost go out visiting?

However, the Yin energy here was indeed quite heavy; it was definitely not normal.

So, Jiang Qiao decided to play the Ouija game here.

Since he couldn't find a ghost, he would have to rely on himself and see if he could summon one.

Following a method he saw online for playing Ouija, he crossed his hands behind his back, holding a ballpoint pen picked up from a cemetery.

"Ouija, Ouija, you are my past life, I am your present life."

"If you and I have a connection, please write the answers to the CET-4 and CET-6 exams on the paper for me!"

After repeating this three times, Jiang Qiao didn't summon the Ouija, but he heard a woman's crying from upstairs.

The intense cold aura made Jiang Qiao overjoyed, and he quickly went upstairs.

"Little wife, I'm coming in!"

Kicking open the door, Jiang Qiao immediately saw a woman hanging in the air, her feet dangling.

"So, I came to the wrong room."

He suddenly realized.

Indeed, the internet was full of falsehoods; one had to be careful not to get misled.

The Female Ghost saw Jiang Qiao and showed a sinister smile.

While wailing, she tried to put the noose around his neck.

Simple and brutal, it startled Jiang Qiao greatly.

"Holy crap!"

This Female Ghost was so skilled with the rope; she must have been a taskmaster in her previous life.

Jiang Qiao reached out, grabbed the rope, and in turn, tied her up in Kikko-shibari.

Then, while she was utterly bewildered, he took out a poster and stuck it on her face.

Feeling the expanding current within his body, Jiang Qiao smiled in satisfaction.

As expected, friction can generate electricity; scientists were right!

Without pausing, Jiang Qiao took a taxi to an abandoned mental hospital on the outskirts of the city.

Rumor had it that the place got quite lively every night.

Once, someone out walking their dog after a few drinks accidentally wandered into the hospital building and was dragged along, along with their dog, dancing all night.

The driver warned Jiang Qiao that the place was highly abnormal.

Hearing this, Jiang Qiao was overjoyed; abnormality was exactly what he was looking for.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital entrance, Jiang Qiao's body trembled.

This hospital was indeed not right!

From the pitch-black building, voices could be heard.

"A dragon doesn't roar, a tiger doesn't prowl; a mere malevolent ghost, laughable, laughable."

"Keep the likes and rockets coming, folks! One rocket gets you a room."

"Today, your streamer is taking you for an overnight stay in a mental hospital!"

Jiang Qiao saw a young man with a selfie stick, tapping on doors one by one in the corridor.

Behind him followed a group of malevolent ghosts with contorted features, all wearing hospital gowns.

They formed an 'S' shape, then a 'B', posing behind the streamer.

Seeing Jiang Qiao suddenly barge in, they were startled.

Then, sinister smiles spread across their pathologically twisted faces.

The streamer even pointed his phone at Jiang Qiao.

"Look, there's a ghost here!"

The viewers in the livestream immediately saw a bald man standing at the door, with a green face, fangs, and shifty eyes darting around.

"Holy crap, there's actually a ghost!"

"We're dead, we're dead. This ghost's hairstyle alone screams power. The streamer's probably gonna get knocked out with one punch."

"Shocking! Streamer's live broadcast in a mental hospital is interrupted by the vengeful spirit of Baldy Qiang!"

"..."

Jiang Qiao was also thoroughly startled.

Damn it, are ghosts this obnoxious now?

Not only do they know how to livestream to scam their fans, but they also have the nerve to call others ghosts!

Enraged, Jiang Qiao activated his Invincible Body state and charged forward, slamming the malevolent ghosts into the wall, unable to pry them off.

"This ghost also knows how to slide tackle, terrifying indeed."

"Sigh! China's national football team is actually Baldy Qiang!"

"You upstairs, are you working for a clickbait account? How much did Baldy Qiang pay you? My teacher Saitama offers double!"

"I'm not watching the next World Cup if he's not playing."

"..."

The viewers in the livestream were thoroughly entertained, thinking the streamer had hired a prop crew.

They all followed the channel and praised the streamer for being a conscientious broadcaster.

After dealing with the ghostly livestreamers, Jiang Qiao found that his Invincible Body was just a hair's breadth away from leveling up.

He was instantly filled with renewed vigor.

Picking up the phone the malevolent ghosts had been using for their livestream, he discovered it was a flimsy Fruit 100 Pro max.

The livestream was clear, the connection stable, and it was even broadcasting in 8K ultra-high definition.

Jiang Qiao felt that fighting ghosts alone was rather boring, so he picked up the phone and started his own livestream.

Donglin Reservoir.

Jiang Qiao sat by the shore, holding a selfie stick in one hand and a fishing rod in the other.

In front of him were displayed spicy strips, french fries, and Lao Gan Ma.

He ate and played.

Legend had it that someone fishing here in the middle of the night reeled in a corpse, only to realize in shock that it was their own.

"Isn't this the Ghost Encounter Livestream? Why are you livestreaming fishing?"

"I think livestreaming fishing on the Ghost Encounter Livestream is indeed a ghost encounter."

"To be fair, what the guy upstairs said is right."

"..."

Jiang Qiao hadn't been sitting for long when he saw bubbles starting to rise in the water.

Immediately after, a large mass of hair, like water weeds, floated up.

Finally, a swollen female ghost crawled up.

This female ghost had three areas of mosaic censorship covering her body.

The livestream chat exploded.

"Holy crap, fishing guys really can catch anything but fish."

"I've watched a lot of livestreams, fixing sports cars, trucks, at most armored vehicles. This streamer is something else, doing a drift with a hearse."

"The streamer's ability to create content is truly savage, no one from the living world could do this."

"Oh my god, is this something I can watch without paying? Streamer, hang in there, I'm going to grab my mom's phone and send you gifts."

"Where's the admin? Where's the admin? Get to work."

"Get to work, your ass. What kind of idiot are you, always saying 'get to work,' did you get a stroke from being hit by a brick?"