Dunn Must Be Nuts, Right?

The Gambling Ghost's sprawling, branch-like tentacles had reached Dunn in the blink of an eye; such a scene would be a highlight in any thriller.

However, at this moment, Dunn exuded a strong goofy charm. He grabbed a branch with one hand and jumped up and down like a nimble Monkey, constantly exclaiming in surprise. With a gliding technique that would amaze even the old man from the East, he dodged the branch that had almost locked down all his escape routes.

"Buzz--"

The roar of chainsaws echoed in the Live Broadcast Room. Whether it was the splattering eerie liquid, the twisted and dried tentacles, or the chainsaw cutting wildly, each element fit the essence of a horror film. However, when they were put together, they created a strong sense of incongruity.

The pre-arranged online army finally made its appearance, with VIP comments scrolling across the screen in a very eye-catching display.

[Is this streamer promoting a chainsaw company?]

[Damn, what you're saying actually sounds like it.]

[The streamer is so good at chopping, he can't be from a logging family, right?]

The barrage of comments—whether playful, humorous, or joking—exploded instantly, completely suppressing the last vestiges of oppression and fear, leaving only the streamer's comical actions flowing across the screen.

"What bad luck! What bad luck! What bad luck!"

While constantly cursing his bad luck and jumping around, Dunn finally managed to cut a gap with his chainsaw. He threw the still-spinning chainsaw at the location of the Gambling Ghost's "Main Body," and then took a running start to squeeze through the opening.

While drilling, he warned the drone:

"A chainsaw in the running state is very dangerous. Never leave it lying around like I did! (Erah - sound like a donkey braying)!"

Before he could finish speaking, a twig struck him, but the atmosphere, which should have been very serious and frightening, was completely ruined by his off-key, donkey-like braying cry of pain.

Dunn was sent flying like a spinning top by the Gambling Ghost, but his loud shout made it clear to the audience that the anchor was still alive and kicking.

"Damn it, if I don't post cat pictures, you'll think I'm a critically ill tiger!"

Like a rocket launcher spinning through the air, Dunn grabbed the edge of a garbage-strewn building with a swift hook, but in the instant he flipped over, he stepped on a broken watermelon and fell with a "thud" from the building, which was about ten meters high.

Just as the audience was about to cover their faces, the thick branch suddenly swept across, and the once sturdy building slid diagonally like a banana sliced by a monomolecular knife. The embarrassment turned into relief in that instant.

"So you can't be afraid when fighting ghosts. Look, those branches can easily cut down buildings, but I'm determined and not afraid, so when they hit me, I was completely unharmed!"

With a watermelon rind still on his head, Dunn finally stood up and solemnly gave a lecture to the viewers in the Live Broadcast Room. Although the viewers really wanted to take out a mirror and let the streamer see how different they were from the description of "not a thing", upon closer inspection, they found that although the streamer's wool coat had been torn to shreds, he hadn't actually bled a drop.

[This is really invulnerable to bullets and blades?!]

The right moment for the comedic interlude appeared in the live stream chat. Viewers who had witnessed the power of a branch cutting through a building certainly didn't find it lacking in impact, and the chat in the Live Broadcast Room immediately surged.

Feeling the surge of [consciousness] flowing into his body, Dunn comically began looking around, as if searching for a weapon he could use.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up—and I mean really, the audience saw them light up for a split second!

Having finally found his "Killer Weapon," Dunn took a step forward and dashed off in a strange posture, with his body running ahead while his head remained in place. However, just as the audience was wondering if the anchor had lost his head, they realized that what remained in place was merely a piece of watermelon rind that had "not had time to catch up" with the anchor.

[Are you interested in making movies? We at BlueCardwood are thinking of making an action-comedy film.]

[We in Hollywood are offering double!]

[We'll offer four times the amount, just like Hollywood!]

[Pshaw, where does Hollywood get its money?]

Unverified accounts are making irresponsible statements, and they aren't worried about being held accountable by the film companies, since they are all hired online trolls by the Mystery Financial Group.

However, the audience was unaware of this. With the understanding that "no one would dare to impersonate a big company's ID," they subconsciously took these comments as real.

The atmosphere online grew increasingly heated, attracting more viewers. After being startled by the Gambling Ghost whose mere appearance was enough to make one lose sanity, their attention shifted to the streamer who was bent over, rummaging through a pile of garbage.

[Why isn't the streamer running away? What's he doing sticking his butt out like that?]

[Damn, is this guy Lustful Ghost? Why is he only pulling out clothes and not people?]

[The streamer is invincible!]

[Invulnerable to swords and spears, what the hell...]

The barrage of comments increased, and Dunn, who was digging through a pile of garbage like Wild Dog, suddenly stopped. Then, he pulled a metal pipe about the thickness of a forearm out of the hole, held it in his hand, and revealed a very standard advertising smile.

The video even gave a close-up shot for a moment, and if you ignored the harsh environment in the background, you would think it was just another advertisement from some daily chemical company anywhere.

This close-up shot of Zhou's character, Dunn, lasted less than a second before being interrupted by the Gambling Ghost. Seemingly realizing that he couldn't directly harm him, the Gambling Ghost suddenly pulled out a road roller from somewhere and smashed it towards him.

It was in this composition, brimming with a sense of crisis, that Dunn suddenly pushed the metal tube in his hand forward and shouted in a tone full of advertising rhythm:

"Spray and Die Herbicide! Kills all weeds and fungi with a single spray!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed the spray button with his finger, and a uniform spray shot out from the nozzle of the metal tube. The Gambling Ghost, who was clearly not a plant, immediately began to struggle and writhe the moment he came into contact with the spray, and his dice-like head also let out a painful howl.

This is illogical!

[It's not magic either!]

[Isn't this just superstition!]

[I could tolerate the Preservative Film and chocolate, but what's with the weed killer?!]

As a barrage of comments, whether from witty banter or genuine support, flooded the screen, Dunn continued his tirade while muttering an explanation through his sleeve:

"I've said it so many times, ghosts are a product of perception. As long as you have a strong will, whatever you think a ghost is afraid of, that's what it will be afraid of! I think it looks like a weed, so I think it's afraid of herbicide, and that's why it's afraid, understand? Oh, you dare to resist? I'll spray you!"

It references a lot of Hong Kong movies, which younger people might not understand...