13: If you get bored later, you can chat with that zombie.

"Boss?"

Li Zhou's cough successfully drew Song Yang's attention.

Just as he was about to call for help, he heard the chainsaw sound behind him, which had made his scalp tingle, suddenly disappear.

He turned around and saw that Goethe's facial bandages had, at some point, been re-wrapped.

The crimson in his eyes faded, and the suffocating killing intent slowly receded.

In fact, even his life aura seemed to vanish.

Looking at him now, Goethe stood completely still like a statue, with no discernible aura.

Could it be... a thought arose in Song Yang's mind.

"This is my newly customized robot NPC. How do you like it?"

Li Zhou stepped forward and kindly helped up Song Yang, who still looked a bit bewildered.

"A robot NPC... like that zombie?"

Song Yang swallowed hard.

What exactly was going on with this Haunted House?

First, a zombie exuding overwhelming pressure, and now a psycho butcher?

Was the boss planning to scare people to death?

Ultimately, not being Fang Xiaolu, Song Yang didn't doubt Li Zhou's words and gradually recovered his composure.

However, he could still faintly hear his heart beating very fast.

The aura Goethe emitted just now might not have been as oppressive as the zombie's.

But the fear it instilled far surpassed that of the zombie!

The first time Song Yang saw the zombie, he felt as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

But when he saw Goethe just now, he felt like a chicken or duck on a chopping block, about to be slaughtered.

Goethe's aura was too real; in every aspect, it matched a person's impression of a psycho butcher.

A terrifying face, an imposing physique, blood-stained clothes, and a buzzing chainsaw.

A chainsaw is far more intimidating than weapons like knives or clubs.

Especially when it's held by a bloodthirsty butcher, with bloodstains and what looked like brain matter still clinging to the teeth, the intimidation reached its peak!

Song Yang couldn't even imagine the level of fear someone would experience if they encountered such an NPC in the narrow confines of the Haunted House.

"What else? Did you think he was a real person?"

Li Zhou looked at Song Yang with a hint of pity.

Sorry, brother, but who told you to be the first one out?

"Boss, I have a feeling your Haunted House will definitely go viral across the entire internet!"

"Absolutely!"

Song Yang took a deep breath, his expression suddenly becoming excited.

Twice!

A full two times!

He couldn't remember the last time he had been so scared.

Since coming to Tianfeng Haunted House, he had experienced unprecedented fear twice in a row.

Song Yang keenly sensed the significance of this.

To be able to scare him to this extent, it was no exaggeration to say that others would probably never forget it for their entire lives.

A Haunted House with such an intense experience would undoubtedly generate endless buzz and traffic.

His decision to stay and livestream was the right one!

After all, who knew if the Li Zhou in front of him would customize other similar NPCs in the future?

With only two of them now, Song Yang himself was already somewhat hesitant to enter the Haunted House grounds casually.

If the Haunted House were filled with such NPCs then, even the King of Heaven would probably tremble and crawl out.

"I'll take that as a good omen."

"Sorry about earlier. I wanted to test the effect of this machine and didn't realize it was already midnight."

Li Zhou smiled, noncommittally.

"Boss, where do you get these machines customized?"

"I wonder if that company can customize other types of robots?"

Song Yang suddenly seemed to think of something and asked with a slightly embarrassed tone.

"Trade secret, no comment."

The Haunted House employees were so realistic that they were bound to attract the attention of many people, including competitors, in the future.

Li Zhou wasn't too concerned about this.

He didn't believe anyone would think of directly disassembling these Haunted House employees to verify their authenticity.

After all, who would be disassembling whom then was still up in the air.

"Hmph, if you don't want to say, then don't say."

Song Yang shook his head and turned to go change his pants.

After he left, Li Zhou looked at Goethe, who was devoid of any life aura like a dead man, and the satisfaction in his eyes grew even stronger.

Moves like a mad rabbit, still like a corpse.

He was simply a born hunter.

And these types were always the most terrifying.

"I forgot to tell you earlier, but from now on, you must not speak in front of anyone except me."

"Uh... if you're really bored, there's a zombie in the house; you could chat with him when you have nothing to do."

A zombie?

Goethe's gaze flickered slightly, and he nodded.

"I understand, Boss."

...The next day, Song Yang woke up with dark circles under his eyes.

His assistant, who had just returned after buying breakfast, was startled by his appearance.

"Brother Yang, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Since learning that the zombie was just a robot, the assistant had slept quite soundly last night.

Perhaps because he had been too scared during the day and expended too much energy, the sound of the chainsaw hadn't woken him up.

"Don't even mention it."

Song Yang yawned, feeling a bit lightheaded.

After returning last night, he hadn't slept at all.

Every time he closed his eyes, Goethe's emotionless gaze would flash before him.

And the faint, almost imperceptible sound of a chainsaw seemed to constantly echo in his ears, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

"Get ready, we're going live soon!"

"If I don't go live soon, the fans will really think I got scared to death."

Rolling out of bed, Song Yang tossed a remark to his assistant, then grabbed his toothbrush and towel and left.

However, after he left the room, he quickly noticed something was amiss.

In just one night, new facilities had been added to the Haunted House.

Along the player's passage, which was right next to the employee passage, lanterns emitting an eerie red glow had been hung.

"Where did the boss get so many strange things?"

Song Yang shrank his neck; he was starting to develop a phobia of the Haunted House.

Without thinking much more, he went to the washroom.

Upon entering, he saw Fang Xiaolu, wearing a Donald Duck bathrobe, standing on her tiptoes brushing her teeth in front of the mirror.

"Mmm? Goo' mornin'!"

Seeing Song Yang, Fang Xiaolu greeted him.

"You heartless fellow, you slept quite soundly last night, didn't you?"

Song Yang rubbed his chin, still feeling a bit sore.

He had used too much force last night.

Gurgle!

"What heartless fellow?"

As if she had forgotten about last night, Fang Xiaolu spat out the foam in her mouth and blinked her eyes in confusion at Song Yang's dark circles.

"Nothing."

Song Yang shook his head, picked up his toothbrush, put some Darlie toothpaste on it, and directly shoved it into his mouth.

While dry brushing, he leaned against the washroom door and mumbled indistinctly:

"I see your Haunted House isn't small; why do you only have one employee?"

Perhaps because it was located in the suburbs, Tianfeng Haunted House occupied an area almost as large as half a football field.

It was already in the ranks of large Haunted Houses.

For such a large Haunted House to have only one employee, Fang Xiaolu, was somewhat abnormal.

"The Haunted House wasn't doing very well before, so all the other employees left, and only I remained."

"But that might not be the case in the future; the boss, he..."

Fang Xiaolu wiped her collagen-rich little face with a towel, and just as she was about to say more, her pajama pocket vibrated.

She took out her phone and saw it was a text message from Li Zhou.

"Guests have arrived. Power up all the equipment."