The operator couldn't give him an answer right away.
Brother Xiong had no choice but to hang up for now.
He returned to the group chat, explained what had happened, then called Dahai.
Dahai was still on his way and hadn't arrived yet.
Brother Xiong opened the livestream app again. Dadao's screen was still black.
"Can one of you call him? If we call, the screen should light up, right? There'll be light, won't there?" A sudden idea struck Brother Xiong.
The group chat responded at once.
Brother Xiong stared at the livestream screen again.
A phone started ringing inside the livestream.
The stream hadn't ended, so the incoming call notification should have lit up the phone screen.
That light illuminated whatever was in front of the front-facing camera.
Once illuminated, the blackness turned red.
Brother Xiong froze.
Bzzzz...
The phone was still vibrating.
With each vibration, the red thing covering the camera shook too.
The image blurred for a moment, making it easy to imagine thick, viscous blood.
Brother Xiong wasn't the only one in the livestream.
A flood of comments filled the screen: "Blood," "???," "!!!"...
"That's not what I think it is, is it?"
Someone asked aloud.
Suddenly, someone picked up the phone.
The blood dripping from it made Brother Xiong's suspicions all the more convincing.
I'd already guessed the outcome when I sensed the yin energy, so I wasn't surprised.
But I didn't know who had picked up the phone. I couldn't help holding my breath, eager to see them turn the camera around.
The phone wasn't raised. It just hung in the air as someone held it, blood dripping from it.
Drip, drip...
"Dadao? Dadao, are you okay? What's your address? We'll call an ambulance for you!" Brother Xiong shouted.
He thought Dadao had been