It was as if he'd heard something. Dadao glanced at his phone screen, then turned around. By the time he looked back, the hand had already withdrawn.
He turned back to the screen and asked, "What bed? What hand?"
"Damn it! You're still pretending?" Brother Xiong cursed, then burst out laughing.
Dadao spoke to the screen. "I really don't know what you're talking about. I picked the indoor bedroom setting... I haven't even started performing yet." He raised his hand, revealing a hanger with a white shirt hanging from it.
The white shirt suddenly shuddered.
I saw Dadao's hand move.
But Dadao seemed confused. He even glanced at the white shirt.
He turned his wrist, making the shirt spin halfway around.
The bed, which had been hidden behind it, came into view again.
Under the bed, behind the fingernail marks, a pale face appeared on-screen.
The chat erupted in another chorus of ghostly screams.
Brother Xiong was startled too. He hadn't expected the timing to be so perfect.
Dadao suddenly burst out laughing and tossed the shirt onto the floor.
"You really were trying to fool us, you little punk! Nice acting!" Brother Xiong laughed.
The chat flew by in a blur, and tips began pouring in.
"Wasn't I awesome, bro?" Dadao laughed.
While they joked around, the female ghost crawled out from under the bed. In a flash, she appeared behind Dadao.
Dadao played along, putting on a terrified expression. His neck seemed to stiffen as he slowly turned around.
The female ghost was so close to the screen that only her body was visible; her head was out of frame.
Her hair swayed as she slowly lowered her head. Her tongue lolled out, and her pure-white eyeballs twitched violently in an eerie way.
Dadao deliberately moved aside, but