Livestreaming a Haunted House

If possible, Yang Jian would not want to actively participate in any supernatural events.

But there are many things in this world that are beyond our control, whether we want them or not.

The paranormal events here must be resolved.

Even if it has nothing to do with Zhang Wei's life, in order to ensure their own interests, this community must not have any supernatural events, and any bad signs must be nipped in the bud.

After all, Yang Jian will be living here from now on.

Moreover, he owns a 40% stake in this residential complex.

However, Yang Jian now suspects that Zhang Xiangui's willingness to give up 40% so readily might also be for the purpose of protecting Zhang Wei.

"Brother Leg, isn't it a bit too weak for just the two of us? Should I call a few more bodyguards?" Zhang Wei said somewhat nervously.

Yang Jian, "What's the use of bodyguards? They can't deal with ghosts, and if something really happens, at most you'll die, so as not to implicate others."

"That sounds reasonable, but I have a feeling I'm about to die," Zhang Wei said.

"You were almost dead, I forced you to stay alive," Yang Jian.

The ghost that was following Zhang Wei had actually escaped several times, but it disappeared again after Zhang Wei discovered its identity.

Although he didn't know what the ghost was going to do after leaving the mirror, he knew that if the ghost succeeded in achieving its goal, it certainly wouldn't be a good thing.

Soon.

The two arrived in front of the old house.

Weeds grew at the entrance, and the two wooden doors, which were almost rotten, were half-open and half-closed. Through the half-open doors, one could see that the inside was also overgrown with weeds and covered with moss. Because the house had no windows, even though it was a hot day outside with scorching sunlight, the inside was still dark and cold.

Ordinary people would be intimidated by this environment alone, let alone whether there are ghosts or not.

"Let's go in and take a look," Yang Jian.

He did not act rashly. He carried a ghost candle with him, so if things went wrong, he could use the Ghost Domain to leave. If all else failed, he could use the ghost candle.

They were only there to investigate and did not intend to confront any potential ghosts directly.

Although the house is old, it is not small inside.

After entering, there is a relatively spacious front hall, and further ahead is the main hall.

The lobby was piled with old farm tools, which seemed to have been used as a warehouse by the older generation. However, due to lack of maintenance and a leaky roof, the place was filled with a musty smell.

"Brother Leg, what's it like inside? Any ghosts?" Zhang Wei called out in a low voice from outside the door.

"Why haven't you come in yet?" Yang Jian turned around and glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

I'm scared.

Zhang Wei whispered again, "If there's nothing else going on, let's go back and get some chicken dinner together. My recoil control is amazing, I'll carry you to victory."

Yang Jian, "Let's take another look and then go back."

His gaze shifted, and he looked towards the second floor.

The unease I felt was coming from the second floor; everything seemed normal on the first floor.

I was just about to go up the steps.

Suddenly, footsteps and voices came from the back of the lobby on the first floor.

"Who?" Yang Jian suddenly shouted.

"See this? This used to be the infamous haunted house in our village. It's going to be demolished soon, so if you don't see it today, you won't be able to in a few days. Now, Brother Hu will show you around. We'll scout it out during the day, and then we'll come back at night to see if there are really any ghosts here. Remember to double-tap 666, my friends! Brother Hu will take you to explore the unknown and mysterious world."

At this moment, two young people were filming with their phones, one of them holding a phone and the other talking to the camera.

"Holy crap."

Yang Jian's shout startled the young man called Brother Hu, who turned tail and ran.

"Brother, that rich kid." The person filming behind recognized Zhang Wei.

At this moment, a lot of comments popped up on my phone.

"You almost knelt down, didn't you?"

"There's a ghost, isn't there?"

"You scared the hell out of me! I really thought there were ghosts, but it turns out I've run into one of my own kind."

Yang Jian frowned and walked over; "Who are you people?"

"Who are you? I'm live-streaming here. What are you yelling about in broad daylight? You scared Brother Hu!" said the man who identified himself as Brother Hu, then turned to the camera and said, "No problem, it's just a minor issue. Brother Hu can handle it."

"Live stream?" Yang Jian glanced at it.

"Even if you're doing a live stream, don't come to a place like this. Get out."

After he finished speaking, a lot of comments flashed on the phone of the person filming behind him.

"This kid is extremely arrogant. If it were me, I would have suppressed him on the spot by picking up a keyboard."

"I see this man is as brave as ten thousand men, Brother Hu, retreat quickly."

"What are you talking about, let's fight! You can't stand being yelled at like this, Brother Hu!"

Brother Hu scoffed, "Kid, what's with the arrogance? Do you know who I am? I'm known online as Brother Hu. Don't cause trouble, or I'll lie down and sue you for indecent assault."

"Damn, Brother Hu's move was amazing."

"You're a professional scammer, bro, you're in big trouble."

Upon seeing this guy, Zhang Wei immediately rushed over and kicked him, yelling, "You dare to broadcast live here? I'll beat you to death!"

"Look, it's Zhang Wei, the guy who got filmed taking a dump last time."

"I remember, his butt was so big and white, it made my heart flutter."

"Don't touch this porcelain. He's a rich kid. Brother Hu, get out of here! If someone raises their voice, over a hundred workers will have to listen to them. You'll definitely get beaten to a pulp."

Brother Hu quickly dodged, saying, "It's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to film you using the toilet in the wild last time."

"Call me if you can't beat them."

Yang Jian watched Zhang Wei chasing and beating the guy called Brother Hu but didn't help. At most, Zhang Wei would get hurt, but if he beat someone, someone could die.

Just let Zhang Wei keep these two guys occupied and prevent them from causing trouble.

The second-floor corridor was dark and damp, with a slippery floor. The further you went, the darker it became. At the end of the corridor was a blue brick wall, but there were three rooms and three doors along the side of the corridor.

The first door was a heavy iron door, like a fortress from wartime, studded with sturdy rivets, covered in moss and rust. Moreover, the iron door seemed never to have been opened, as it didn't even have a handle.

"No, this door isn't iron, it's gold." Yang Jian reached out and touched it, his eyes narrowing.

As the rust crumbled, a bright golden hue was revealed underneath.

After a careful inspection, there was no doubt that the door was made of gold, but it was covered with a layer of iron to conceal its true nature.

However, due to its age and poor maintenance, the iron has completely rusted, and a large piece can be torn off with a simple peel.

"A golden gate... There must be something extraordinary inside." Yang Jian felt a chill and slowly withdrew his hand.

In what circumstances would it be necessary to cast a gate in gold?

In his opinion, it was only worthwhile to use gold to build the gate when imprisoning ghosts.

"The history of these buildings dates back a hundred years. Could it be that there were already Ghost Tamer a hundred years ago?" Yang Jian's expression changed erratically. "Or am I overthinking it? Is it just that some wealthy person used this method to hide their wealth?"

He wasn't sure, but the conclusion he reached in his mind leaned towards the first one.

The second door was a bronze door covered in patina. It also had no handle, was incredibly heavy, and blended into the surrounding wall. To open it, one would have to smash the wall.

Yang Jian knocked.

There was not even an echo, which shows that the bronze door was unusually thick.

The third door was a wooden door with locks; there were only seven or eight locks from top to bottom.

But at this moment, all the locks had been cut with tools, and the door was opened, creaking open slowly with a gentle push.

A chilling aura swept over them, making them shiver involuntarily.

Yang Jian picked up his phone, turned on the light, and shone it inside, but didn't rush in.

The surrounding brick walls were very thick, and the room, which looked spacious, was actually only about five square meters inside. He estimated the walls to be at least three meters thick.

This type of construction was definitely not intended for habitation.

Yang Jian became increasingly convinced that these three rooms were built to imprison something extremely dangerous, perhaps even a ghost.

"No, that's not right. If the owner of this place really wanted to imprison ghosts back then, it would be foolish to spend so much money building such a house. It's too conspicuous and doesn't fit the intention of truly covering up the truth. If it were me, I would definitely build a basement and bury it in a deserted place, burying it deep. That way, not to mention a hundred years, even two or three hundred years, they might not be able to find it."

"In other words, what's in this room might not be a ghost."

Yang Jian attempted to analyze the situation based on the limited information he had.