113: I'm famous!

Li Zhou spread his hands, changing the subject.

Hearing his words, everyone except the Energetic Young Man himself, Chen Ze, Old Hei, and the Energetic Young Man's assistant, all tensed up.

They hadn't forgotten the scene from before.

The black mist passing through the screen was simply too terrifying and surreal.

"Boss, if you play like this, you'll really scare people to death!"

"Do you know I almost smashed my phone just now!"

Old Hei was the first to react.

He didn't doubt Li Zhou's explanation; instead, he started to grumble.

"Exactly, it's fine if you torture the players, but why are you torturing the netizens too?"

"What if some of the viewers watching the live stream have an underlying illness and get scared into a problem? You'd have nowhere to cry, Boss!"

Chen Ze immediately nodded in agreement, also fully believing Li Zhou's explanation.

There was no other way; they had to believe it.

Before, they had both suspected it might be related to hypnosis or illusions.

After all, it couldn't really be ghosts, could it?

That would be too ridiculous.

"You're right, I'll try not to use it next time."

Seeing that neither of them had any doubts, Li Zhou chuckled and nodded.

"What are you all talking about?"

"What new technology, making it all so mysterious?"

The Energetic Young Man listened to the three people's conversation, feeling completely confused.

His memory was still stuck at being reborn after the Vampire Butler twisted his neck; he had no memory of anything that happened afterward, including how he got out of the castle.

"Brother Mao, you wouldn't believe it, you looked so creepy just now!"

"I even called the police!"

The Energetic Young Man's assistant said with lingering fear, reminding him.

He had been truly scared before.

On the other side, Chen Ze and Old Hei nodded in unison, clearly agreeing with the assistant's statement.

To be honest, when the Energetic Young Man's neck was twisted into a pretzel and he could still speak, both of them had already thought about calling the police.

As expected of the Tianfeng Haunted House that had caused Song the Bold to suffer setbacks multiple times—it was creepy, truly creepy!

Seeing the others look at him with a hint of fear, the Energetic Young Man couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity.

He really wanted to see what he had looked like before to scare these guys into such a state.

"Alright, you all understand the situation now."

"I estimate the internet has already exploded, so you'd better hurry and record a video."

"I need to do something too."

Li Zhou interrupted them and said.

Since the live stream ended, his TikTok backend had been constantly flooded with private messages.

A quick glance showed almost a screen full of question marks.

Clearly, Red Spirit's methods earlier had given his fans quite a fright.

If he didn't come out to explain soon, he'd probably get another phone call.

Of course, this call would definitely not be from Officer Chen Chuan.

Hearing Li Zhou's words, Chen Ze immediately nodded, took out his phone, and walked aside with Old Hei.

Although the Energetic Young Man, Mao San, still didn't understand the situation, seeing Chen Ze's actions, he instinctively took out his phone.

But as soon as he opened it, he froze in place.

"Units, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands... seven hundred and fifty thousand?!"

Looking at the 99+ unread messages and the whopping seven hundred and fifty thousand followers, Mao San was completely stunned.

What was going on?

He wasn't dreaming, was he?

He reached out and slapped himself.

A crisp sound rang out.

This... wasn't a dream!

"Buddy, the punishment I set wasn't this!"

"You really didn't need to do that."

On the other side, Chen Ze heard the crisp slap and couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound.

He wondered if the Energetic Young Man, Mao San, had been overwhelmed by the number seven hundred and fifty thousand, as that slap had been delivered with full force.

A bright red handprint was clearly visible on his face.

Seeing this, Chen Ze immediately spoke up to remind him.

He had only intended a slight punishment to teach him a lesson, not to make him slap himself!

"I... I'm fine!"

"You guys do your thing, don't worry about me for now!"

Mao San shook his head vigorously, almost getting dizzy.

He waved his hand, indicating he was fine.

"Brother Mao, you weren't really scared into having problems, were you?"

"Or... should I call an ambulance for you?"

Next to Mao San, his assistant swallowed hard.

Mao San slapping himself had been too sudden; he hadn't even reacted.

Looking at the other man's swollen face, he asked cautiously.

"Call an ambulance for what?"

"I'm popular!"

"I'm popular, do you understand?!"

Mao San's voice was filled with excitement as he held his phone directly up to his assistant's face.

"See, seven hundred and fifty thousand!!"

"From now on, I'm a big Streamer too!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Before starting the live stream, Mao San clearly remembered that his TikTok follower count was only a mere seventy to eighty thousand.

This was something he had painstakingly achieved by trying all sorts of stunts.

He had bitten lighters, swum in winter, turned off other people's computers in internet cafes, and even performed iron head kung fu or chest-breaking-boulders.

He never expected that all his previous hard work couldn't compare to one live stream at Tianfeng Haunted House!

He knew that less than half a day had passed since he started the live stream.

What kind of concept was it for his follower count to increase tenfold in half a day?

Mao San felt a huge surge of pleasant surprise rush to his mind, so much so that he forgot everything he had experienced in the castle earlier.

"Uh, Brother Mao, please calm down first."

"Gaining followers is a good thing, but you also need to manage your emotions."

Hearing seven hundred and fifty thousand, the assistant didn't react immediately.

After he came to his senses, his heart instantly became excited too.

However, seeing Mao San, who was laughing with his mouth open like he was clearing phlegm and trembling all over, he quickly spoke up to remind him.

Don't let joy turn into sorrow!

"Do you need to tell me that?!"

"Haha, this Tianfeng Haunted House was really the right place to come!"

"Oh, right, video, quickly record a video!"

"Now, I am the most loyal player of Tianfeng Haunted House!"

Mao San finished speaking and impatiently brought up the recording interface.

Then, under his assistant's somewhat bewildered gaze, he rushed out of the Haunted House in a few quick steps.

Not long after, Li Zhou and Chen Ze heard three loud voices coming from outside the house.

"I'm a coward!"

"I'm a coward!"

"I'm a coward!"

"Brothers, Tianfeng Haunted House is truly amazing, I'm convinced!"

Outside the Haunted House, Mao San, having completed his punishment, not only felt no shame but also looked proud, like a general returning victorious from battle.

Outside the Haunted House, a group of people were still queuing.

Looking at the Energetic Young Man standing by the door, everyone was baffled.

What was going on?

Before anyone could react, Mao San seemed to remember something, quickly picked up his phone, and started recording again.

"Brothers, I forgot to tell you something."

"Earlier, I experienced the latest hypnosis technology introduced by Tianfeng Haunted House."

"I have to say, the boss of this Haunted House really has something going on; I can't even remember what happened before, no kidding!"

"Please, brothers, don't overthink it, and don't private message asking if the Streamer died or not!"