Terrified Streamers: Ghost Wall

Roadside.

The streamer's viewers gasped for air, exchanging glances, their pale faces filled with horror.

"That's--"

"Shut up!"

Someone tried to speak the word, but was immediately and roughly interrupted.

"Everyone, we need to leave here. We'll call the police as soon as we get out."

After standing for a while, streamer Zhang Ming spoke.

"What's the point of calling the cops? Can they even deal with... this?"

Huang Mao, who lacked exercise, squatted on the ground and gagged a few times after the run before recovering.

He immediately objected upon hearing Zhang Ming suggest calling the police.

He usually hated those people the most.

"You're wrong. We have to report this. If that guy is okay, fine. But if he dies, we need to distance ourselves from this."

Zhang Ming took out the phone he had been using to film.

"I didn't turn off the camera when I picked up the phone. The scene after he entered the house was also recorded."

"This can serve as evidence."

Hearing Zhang Ming refute him, Huang Mao immediately bristled.

"You don't know anything. Are you going to tell the cops he was taken by ghosts? Do you think they'll believe you?"

Huang Mao's disrespectful remarks came one after another, and a flash of anger crossed Zhang Ming's eyes.

"Of course, we can't say we saw ghosts. We'll just say he was detained after entering the house."

"Also, brat, I advise you to watch your mouth. I'm not your father, and I won't indulge you."

"What did you say?"

Huang Mao was furious. He picked up a stone from the ground and was about to throw it at Zhang Ming.

Everyone quickly stepped forward to dissuade him, urging him not to act impulsively.

They were all in the same boat now; it wasn't the time for infighting.

"Alright, alright, both of you, say less. I think what this brother said makes sense. If that person is fine, then so be it. But if he really dies here, all of us will be suspects. It's better to report it ourselves."

The bald uncle also stepped forward, clearly siding with Zhang Ming.

Huang Mao looked very unconvinced and yelled, "There are people in this village. Let's have the villagers find him. Why are you calling the cops, you idiot?"

As he spoke, Huang Mao walked to the door of a two-story building nearby and knocked loudly.

"Bang bang bang."

"Bang bang bang."

"Bang bang bang."

"Is anyone home!"

After a series of knocks.

"Creak."

The door was slightly ajar from the inside, and a faint green light seeped out.

"I say--"

Huang Mao reached out to pull the door, about to say something.

Suddenly, a dry, blackened hand reached out from inside and grabbed Huang Mao's neck.

"Mmph mmph mmph."

His throat choked, Huang Mao immediately struggled fiercely.

In his panic, he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a dagger.

"Go to hell."

With a fierce glint in his eyes, he stabbed the hand.

But the hand didn't budge, still gripping his neck tightly.

Huang Mao's face began to turn red.

Then it slowly turned purple.

"Crack."

A chilling sound echoed.

Huang Mao's body stiffened, his struggles ceased, and he went limp.

"Bang."

That hand yanked Yellow Hair into the house and immediately slammed the door shut.

"Snap, snap, snap."

A chilling chewing sound could be vaguely heard from inside.

The others didn't see what happened to Yellow Hair.

The moment that monstrous hand appeared, everyone resumed their frantic escape.

"Hoo—"

"Hoo—"

"Hoo—"

They only stopped when they could no longer run, several of them collapsing onto the ground, feeling like their lungs were about to explode.

After resting for a while.

Suddenly, someone said, "Have you guys noticed? We've run this far, but we still haven't seen the village entrance. We're still on the same road."

This statement sent a shiver through everyone.

In fact, many had already noticed this problem but had been in denial, subconsciously avoiding the thought.

Now that it was spoken aloud, a sense of dread rose from the soles of their feet and surged through their bodies.

"Damn it, we're probably screwed tonight."

Someone couldn't help but whisper, their voice trembling.

The girl Yellow Hair had brought with him even crouched down and started crying softly.

But no one paid attention to her now; even the bespectacled man who had been secretly looking at her seemed lost in thought.

"We're finished, we're finished."

He muttered to himself.

"Brother, I remember you live nearby. Do you know this area? Is there any way out?"

A young man next to him offered the bespectacled man a cigarette and asked quietly.

"What way could I possibly know? This place looks like Hujia Village, but it's also not quite right. Besides, we're probably caught in a Ghost Wall now. What's the point even if I knew the way?"

The bespectacled man gave a wry smile.

"Sigh."

A sense of helplessness washed over them, and they secretly regretted coming to explore this cursed village.

But what use was regret?

Despair began to spread through the group.

"Everyone, let me say something."

At this moment, the bald uncle suddenly spoke.

The uncle's mind was in chaos too; he shouldn't have come to join the fun tonight, he had too much free time.

But now was not the time for complaints.

The important thing was to solve the current problem.

Seeing everyone's gaze turn towards him, the uncle took a deep breath and said, "Normal people can't break out of a Ghost Wall."

"Wandering around now is just wasting our energy."

"So, I suggest we find a corner and hide until morning. When dawn breaks, the Ghost Wall will naturally disappear."

"But what if we stay here and ghosts come out?" someone worriedly asked.

"Will you not encounter ghosts if you keep walking forward? Since we've encountered a Ghost Wall, we've already entered a trap set by the spirits." Although the uncle was panicking inside, his expression became increasingly calm.

He had to appear calm; it was necessary.

In this situation, with everyone in a panic, there might be a few more idiots like Yellow Hair who would act irrationally.

So, he had to stabilize them.

Although the others were scared, they also felt that what the uncle said might make sense.

Most importantly, they had no other options.

So, everyone sat down in the grass by the roadside, intending to spend the night there.

In the pitch-black night, apart from their own breathing, no other sounds could be heard.

The girl who had been crying softly also closed her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Third floor of the inn.

Jiang Qiao didn't linger after killing the malevolent ghost and immediately kicked open the door to the adjacent room.

There were no coffins in this room, but it was a mess.

Furniture and appliances were scattered on the floor.

The walls, ceiling, and floor were covered in black bloodstains.

It seemed like something terrible had happened here before.

Jiang Qiao searched the room carefully and finally found a dirty doll in the corner.

The doll wore a tattered dress, its limbs were broken and bent backward unnaturally, and it was covered in all sorts of scratches.

Jiang Qiao couldn't sense any ghostly energy from it, but as he picked up the doll, footsteps echoed from the corridor outside again.

"Tch, this rundown inn just keeps churning them out. Do I have to be the one to 'unseal' every monster myself?"

He threw the doll on the ground and returned to the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, a tall, fierce-looking Bald Man was walking towards him step by step.

The Bald Man was bare-chested, with a beer belly, and his entire body was covered in scars and stitches.

He looked extremely menacing.

"Could it be that every room in this inn corresponds to a murder case?"

Jiang Qiao guessed as he walked towards the Bald Man.

"Heh heh."

The Bald Man grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Kiss my ass."

BOOM!