15: Good riddance! What a wonderful death!

"Buy pants?"

In the monitoring room, Li Zhou's eyes lit up as he listened to Fang Xiaolu's suggestion.

Why hadn't he thought of that?

As a conscientious boss, he naturally had to consider his customers in all aspects.

To prevent customers from being socially humiliated, Fang Xiaolu's suggestion was very necessary.

"You've thought this through very carefully. I'll leave this task to you."

"Tell me how much it costs later, and I'll transfer the money to you."

"Ah?"

"Can't we just order online?"

"The nearest mall is so far away."

Fang Xiaolu was a little unwilling, her small mouth pouting.

She still wanted to see how brave those college students, who talked big, really were.

She had heard Sun Yong's words at the entrance earlier.

"I'll split half the profit from the sale with you."

Li Zhou waved his hand, showing off his wealth.

"Mission accomplished!"

Fang Xiaolu puffed out her small chest and saluted...

"Door of Life, Door of Death?"

"They're really making it seem like a big deal."

Inside the Haunted House, Sun Yong and the others had arrived at the familiar fork in the road.

The familiar 'Life' on the left and 'Death' on the right came into view.

However, this time, these two words were not formed by a projection.

In front of the left and right paths, two white signboards stood respectively.

The bloody words 'Life' and 'Death' on them looked a bit eerie.

Sun Yong and the others also noticed Song Yang and his assistant following behind them.

Assuming they were also there to play, they didn't notice the schadenfreude in Song Yang's eyes.

"Which way do we go?"

Looking at the bloody words 'Life' and 'Death' on the two white signboards, Sun Yong turned to ask his companions.

"Some Haunted Houses always deliberately try to be mysterious. I think we should just go right."

The girl raised her hand and suggested.

"Uh, well, a kind reminder to you all, sometimes, it's better not to be so stubborn."

Song Yang suddenly spoke at this moment.

Hearing his words, the people in front all turned their heads.

Sun Yong looked at Song Yang and asked with a frown, "What do you mean by that?"

"Are you an employee here?"

"No, I'm just giving a kind reminder."

"You can pretend I didn't say anything."

Song Yang shrugged, walked to the side, and took the phone from his assistant's hand.

He planned to start a livestream now and follow these young people throughout.

Of course, their faces definitely wouldn't be filmed.

As soon as they heard that Song Yang was not an employee here, Sun Yong and the others immediately lost interest in him.

Ignoring his suggestion, everyone walked towards the Door of Death.

"Brother Yang, I... I suddenly feel a bit unwell."

"How about I go out and wait for you outside first?"

The assistant swallowed, looking at the Door of Death, which revealed faint crimson lights in the darkness.

Initially, after knowing the zombies were fake, he thought he wasn't that scared anymore.

But after following Song Yang inside, he realized that the Haunted House and the outside were completely two different environments.

He didn't know what material the walls of the Haunted House were made of, but the sound insulation was excellent.

The surroundings were extremely silent, and he could vaguely hear the eerie ancient-style BGM coming from afar.

For a moment, the assistant felt a bit cowardly.

"Look at you, what are you afraid of with me here?"

"If you don't want your salary deducted, hurry up and follow, don't fall behind."

Song Yang ignored him, raised his phone, and chased after the college students.

"Youth is truly wonderful."

In the monitoring room, Li Zhou watched Sun Yong and the others walking towards the Door of Death, shaking his head with a light chuckle.

If these people had taken the Door of Life, they might not have encountered Goethe.

The Door of Life connected to various scenes of the Door of Death; with good luck, they might have skipped the Yellow Springs Road entirely.

Ding dong!

Just then, his phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Li Zhou took it out and saw it was a TikTok push notification.

Your followed Streamer 'Song the Bold' has started a livestream, livestream room name 'Brothers, I, Hu Han San, am back again!'

Clicking into the livestream room, Song Yang's familiar large face immediately filled the screen.

The number of viewers in the livestream room surged at an incredibly terrifying speed, breaking through 100,000+ in less than a minute!

The bullet comments scrolled rapidly, dense and dazzling.

Perhaps due to the shock, the bullet comments were uniformly neat.

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..."Hahahaha, surprised? Unexpected?"

"Brothers, didn't expect it, did you? Your Streamer is back!"

Seeing the livestream room reach over 100,000 so quickly, Song Yang almost made a duck-like gasp again.

However, this time it wasn't out of fear.

He was now somewhat grateful to the guy who first said he was scared to death.

Faking death was good!

Faking death was wonderful!

This 'death' directly made him a truly big Streamer!

For a moment, Song Yang almost wanted to actually die.

Clearing his throat, Song Yang revealed a familiar, mischievous smile.

"Originally, your Streamer didn't actually want to start broadcasting so early."

"Because your Streamer wanted to see if brothers would still remember him if he really died."

"But, your Streamer was truly moved by brothers."

Ignoring the screen full of question marks, Song Yang continued:

"When your Streamer saw his 'posthumous photos' being wildly circulated by brothers, your Streamer felt brothers' endless longing for him."

"Endless longing!"

"So, your Streamer believes that if one day your Streamer truly dies, brothers will definitely not forget your Streamer."

Is that human talk?

Damn, you beast have a really hard life, you didn't even die!

Uh... how about, Streamer, you really just go die?

Exactly, the atmosphere has been built up to this point, if you don't die, it makes it very difficult for us brothers!

The Streamer treats me as a brother, I'll send the Streamer to hell. Streamer, where are you? Share your location?

Oh my god, I actually saw a dead person come back to life! I know, the Streamer must have been infected by a zombie. Bold demon, take this palm thunder!

Great, now I can 'guide' myself to the Streamer again. Black and white photos just don't feel right.

Yesterday I was so scared my tears flowed, and you're telling me you didn't die? I don't believe it, if you don't die today, you still have to die!

The one upstairs, those weren't tears you were shedding, were they?

...Familiar bullet comments, familiar atmosphere.

After familiarizing himself with muting the fan who said he 'guided himself' to him, Song Yang wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye.

"I didn't expect brothers to be so excited after seeing that your Streamer didn't die."

"I won't say anything else, just one sentence: being brothers, it's in the heart!"

"Besides clarifying that your Streamer isn't actually dead, the most important reason for starting the broadcast today is to inform brothers of something."

"From now on, your Streamer will no longer broadcast outdoors, but indoors."

"Sigh, don't rush to unfollow yet, your Streamer guarantees everyone that future livestreams will definitely be ten or a hundred times more exciting than before!"

"What kind of excitement? Ahem, anyway, it's not 'that kind' of excitement."

"Enough talk, for the details, please look at the screen!"

As his voice fell, the camera flipped.

A long, narrow passage, blood-stained screens, eerie red light.

A group of headless people instantly appeared in the eyes of all the viewers in the livestream room!