"Mr. Liu! Mr. Liu!"
Mr. Liu, whose consciousness had faded from excessive fear, came to again.
He was now sitting in the office where he had first spoken with Yu Jing.
A cup of oolong tea with the scent of blood wafted before him. Mr. Liu hurriedly picked it up and drank it down, feeling considerably more comfortable.
"How do you feel? How was the taste of fear?"
"It was great... Very interesting? But the first person, the one wearing the Crying Mask, was clumsy and left me quite disappointed. The experience afterward was quite satisfying, though. You really are very capable."
"That person wasn't one of my subordinates. I'm terribly sorry."
"It's fine. I'm very satisfied with your service. You helped me find the feeling of fear again."
After having his fill, Mr. Liu immediately made the payment and gave the service five stars through the phone app, leaving behind a large number of comments about his experience.
"If I need it next time, I'll contact you again... I hope I can experience a completely different kind of fear."
Just as Mr. Liu was about to leave, Yu Jing placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Please wait a moment. May I ask you a personal question? How did you acquire all those abilities, Mr. Liu?"
"This? It's not really a secret.
"More than a month ago, there was a worldwide live-action reality show called Survival Grand Operation. To guess who would ultimately win, you had to stake your soul. I write scripts for horror films, and I really enjoyed that live broadcast. The young man 'Yu Jing' in it was an extraordinary person. I was completely won over by his performance and bet my entire soul on him... In the end, he won, and I received the grand prize