Jian Ming couldn't help but feel like laughing. This cold and aloof little girl in front of him was quite superstitious.
But in the end, he didn't turn down Yu Nian's kind gesture. After putting the peace amulet into his coat pocket, he bid farewell to Yu Nian.
Following the directions on his phone map, Jian Ming smoothly arrived at No. 44 Xinwang Road. The rusty iron gate slowly creaked open, shaking off the long - accumulated dust. Jian Ming coughed and curiously looked around. This house must have a long history. Although it was named a mansion, in simple terms, it was just a two - story Western - style building.
The golden dragons on the white - and - gold stone column reliefs beside the main entrance were lifelike. They would indeed look very imposing in the daytime, but in this quiet night, they were somehow creepy.
Jian Ming pushed open the main door, and a damp and rotten smell rushed towards him. Under the illumination of his high - intensity flashlight, he finally got a clear view of the inside of the house.
On the first floor, as soon as you entered, there was an empty living room. In the very center, there was an old - fashioned square table, and several stools were scattered around in pieces. The second floor had a hollow design. A long wooden corridor was sticky with coagulated brown liquid. Behind it were closely connected guest rooms. The areas that the flashlight couldn't reach were pitch - black, like bottomless black holes that might swallow anyone who came at any moment.
If he had to use two words to describe this mansion, it would definitely be "ominous".
Even someone as brave as Jian Ming felt a bit scared at this moment. He set up all his equipment and started the live broadcast. Seeing the number of viewers increasing, he skillfully read his lines.
"Hello, viewers. I'm currently in the well - known haunted mansion in Kyoto, the Xinwang Road Mansion. My task this time is to stay in this mansion for three days. Now I'm going to the bathroom to wash up first."
There were certain skills in live - broadcasting, especially for this kind of adventure - themed one. There had to be a gimmick.
If Jian Ming just lay down and went to sleep, the viewers would lose interest after a while. On the contrary, finding a dark and enclosed space could give the viewers a strong sense of immersion.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the number of viewers in the live - broadcast room skyrocketed.
[Is this the haunted mansion where five people died? Damn, the anchor is really brave.]
[Stop talking nonsense. Get to the point quickly!]
[It looks so eerie. Is there really a ghost?]
Jian Ming hesitated for a moment. After threading a string through the peace amulet, he put it around his neck and walked into the bathroom.
The bathroom had a special design. It used semi - transparent frosted glass. Inside, there was a large white porcelain bathtub filled with thick dust and cobwebs.
Jian Ming took out the pre - prepared large bucket of mineral water and the portable shower head. He fixed his phone and started to wash up.
But when he was halfway through washing his hair, the shower head on his head suddenly made a strange noise, as if it was blocked by something small. The water flow suddenly became weaker.
At the same time, a faint stench came and filled his entire nose. Jian Ming was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand to wipe his face and finally saw the scene in front of him. Pieces of small blood - red objects had somehow gotten on his shoulders and arms, and strands of long hair were coiled on the tiles.
"Plop, plop."
Two sticky sounds came from above his head. A cold touch brushed his nape and slid down to his cheek.
Jian Ming's heart sank. He slowly raised his head and looked straight into the eyes of the thing lying on the ceiling.
In an instant, Jian Ming felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards. He didn't know if the thing on the ceiling could still be called a human. There was no skin on its whole body. The whole being was exposed in the air like minced meat, with its end hanging upside - down from the ceiling. It was hanging upside - down and face - to - face with Jian Ming, only leaving a pair of black - and - white eyes, staring at him with resentment and ill omen.
The monster maintained this posture and stared at Jian Ming for God knows how long.
Jian Ming could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. Screaming, he tried to run out of the bathroom. But the floor was slippery, and he unexpectedly fell to the ground. His phone flew out and went completely black.
Seeing the monster crawling towards him, but unable to move due to the pain, he could only close his eyes in despair.
One second, two seconds...
The expected pain didn't come. Jian Ming slowly opened his eyes and was shocked to find that the monster had already disappeared.
It was as if nothing had happened. Everything around returned to silence. He looked at his chest with lingering fear and saw the peace amulet broken into three pieces...
Jian Ming never expected that a small object casually given by a stranger would actually save his life!
Under the palpitating feeling of surviving a disaster, he fainted completely...
"Hey, wake up."
A cold touch stroked Jian Ming's cheek. He let out a loud cry and suddenly opened his eyes, only to meet Yu Nian's clear eyes. He was stunned for a moment. After reacting, he saw the other people in the room. At this moment, everyone should be in one of the rooms in the mansion.
Jian Ming immediately sat up. "Yu Nian... No, Master Yu! There's something unclean in this house. There are ghosts!"
Ming Mingzhong looked at him with a somewhat sympathetic look and handed him the phone. "We saw it on Weibo a long time ago. The news about your adventure during the live - broadcast in the haunted mansion has already spread far and wide."
Jian Ming's eyes immediately widened. He quickly logged into his account to report his safety to his fans. Then he suddenly realized something was wrong. "Since there are ghosts in the house, why don't we just run away quickly?"
Yu Nian raised her eyes and scanned the originally dilapidated furniture in the room gradually returning to its original state as if time had reversed. She said softly, "It's not that we don't want to run. It's just that we simply can't get out."
"What?"
"The whole mansion is filled with resentment, but I haven't seen any spirits from beginning to end. To put it bluntly, since we entered this mansion, we've been trapped in a deadly situation. This is the Xinwang Road Mansion from someone's memory twenty years ago."
Zhang Bolin's face turned a bit pale. "So what should we do now?"
Yu Nian slowly pulled up her long hair and motioned for Bai Shengyi to start the live - broadcast. "The best way to face fear is to shatter it."
Hearing this, Feng Chengyuan looked at Yu Nian. Her eyes were calm, but somehow she gave people a sense of reassurance. The ceiling lamp in the room was dim, and the warm yellow light flickered on Yu Nian's flawless face from time to time, making her look like a goddess.
It was clearly a moment of life - and - death crisis, but unexpectedly, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Bai Shengyi behind the camera was amazed by Yu Nian. He took a shallow breath. After seeing the number of viewers in the live - broadcast room, his eyes suddenly widened. "There are already 30,000 people online just after starting the live - broadcast, and the number is still increasing!"
[Didn't the program team stop broadcasting at midnight? They actually invited Yu Nian as a guest?]
[The paranormal fans are getting excited!]
[Is the person beside her Feng Chengyuan?? Oh my god, my husband is so handsome!]
[What your husband? He's clearly my husband!]
[It's so dark. Are they still in the haunted mansion?]
Just as the words fell, suddenly, there came hurried footsteps from outside the house.