What little buzz Yang Jiuhua had vanished in an instant.
"Why did I sit in the wrong spot?"
"Why... did I see it wrong?"
No matter how hard Yang Jiuhua tried to recall, all he remembered was sitting down in his original spot. He had no other memories at all.
A creeping unease rose in Yang Jiuhua's heart.
Had he really run into something supernatural this time?
He turned to look at where he had been sitting before. All his things were there.
"Surely a couple of ounces of liquor couldn't have gotten me drunk?"
Yang Jiuhua took a deep breath and slowly walked toward his belongings.
This time, he didn't sit down. He simply gathered his things in silence.
He slung the backpack over his shoulders and headed outside.
As he walked, he told his livestream viewers, "Guys, I've had too much to drink, so I'm not sleeping here tonight. I'm afraid I'll sleep like the dead and wake up sick tomorrow."
Yang Jiuhua had originally planned to say goodbye to his viewers, but then it occurred to him that if he ended the stream, he would be all alone.
He immediately started rambling into the camera.
As he read the various replies in the chat, the unease in Yang Jiuhua's heart gradually faded.
Maybe he'd really just drunk too much and seen things?
With that thought, Yang Jiuhua looked away from his phone screen.
Then his steps stopped.
Cold sweat trickled down his temples.
There, on the stone steps a short distance ahead of him, lay several things.
An oilpaper wrapper holding a little less than half of the pig's head meat, a mostly full box of peanuts beside it, a half-empty little bottle of liquor beside that, and next to the liquor, a backpack!
His neck stiff,