Chen Hao glanced at the screen. Several related topics were on the trending list: #TreasureSkyCityBuildingALockedDown, #PengchengTycoonFallsFromBuilding, and #TreasureSkyCityHaunted. Each had a "Hot" label beside it.
Chen Siyao scrolled through the comments as she ate a steamed bun. "Hao, look at this one—'A friend of mine is a paranormal streamer. He sneaked into Building A last night to livestream, and he still hasn't come out. He's not answering messages either.' A lot of people below are asking if it's true."
Yang Wanqing leaned over to look. "I saw that one too. Someone said his stream suddenly cut out last night. Right before it did, the screen was full of black mist. Then they heard him shout, 'What is that?' and that was it."
Chen Siyao found the screenshot attached to that comment. The image was blurry, showing nothing but darkness, but the discussion in the comments was heated:
"I used to follow that streamer. He's pretty professional. He wouldn't disappear for no reason."
"He went in at eleven last night. It's been twelve hours now. Apparently his phone rings, but nobody picks up."
"Holy shit, is this actually real?"
"What the hell is on those three floors in Building A?"
"Oh no, oh no. That streamer probably isn't going to make it."
Chen Siyao looked up, her face pale. "Hao, did a streamer really go in?"
Chen Hao set down his chopsticks and said evenly, "The Feng Shui Array was broken. The yin energy inside that building is dozens of times stronger than outside. An ordinary person would start feeling its effects not long after entering. In mild cases, they'd hallucinate. In severe cases, they'd fall unconscious. Even a feng shui master might not get out unscathed."
Yang Wanqing swallowed. "Then that streamer..."
Chen Hao's tone remained calm. "As long as