16: Run away, run away as much as you want!

"Holy crap?"

Looking at the scene on his phone, let alone the audience, Song Yang himself was startled.

He quickly looked up, where a group of college students were curiously examining the screens on both sides.

Song Yang turned his head and looked at his assistant.

"Uh... Brother Yang, didn't you say before that we couldn't show their faces?"

"I just slightly removed the heads of these people."

The assistant spoke weakly.

Outdoor livestreams generally cannot film the specific appearance of strangers without their permission.

Especially no following or secretly filming.

To show the authenticity of the livestream, Song Yang did not greet the college students in advance.

And the assistant, to avoid infringing on portrait rights, made a small software and embedded it in the phone.

As long as it captures a person, it will automatically remove their head with one click, which is very convenient!

Without a head, naturally, there would be no portrait rights.

"I said not to show faces, meaning I would adjust the shooting angle myself. What the hell is this you've done?"

Now, if he wanted to clear the software effect, he would have to stop the livestream.

There was no other way; Song Yang could only make do with it for now.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Headless corpses?"

In the monitoring room, Li Zhou stared at the screen on his phone, stunned.

He looked up at the monitoring screen, then back at his phone, and his mouth twitched.

"This guy, he's really good at stirring things up."

At this moment, the scene in Song Yang's livestream room became extremely bizarre.

Song Yang's assistant really had some skills; the one-click head removal effect of the software he made was surprisingly realistic!

Now, in the eyes of everyone in the livestream room, the parts of the college students above their necks had all disappeared.

In their place were transparent-looking pixelated blurs.

Behind the pixelation was a dark red area, which made people inevitably think of flesh and blood.

"What the heck is this?"

"Streamer, you still say you're not dead! Hurry up and tell us, are you livestreaming from the underworld?"

"I've noticed the Streamer is getting more and more twisted now. Is he even livestreaming the living dead?"

The bullet comments scrolled, and many people were startled.

"Why are those two behind us so sneaky?"

"What are they doing?"

Sun Yong and his companions looked at Song Yang and his assistant, who were trailing far behind, and a hint of confusion appeared on their faces.

Ever since entering the Haunted House, the two of them neither rushed forward nor looked around, just holding up a phone the whole time, which seemed very strange.

"They're probably waiting for us to clear the way for them. Don't worry about it."

Sun Yong shook his head, not thinking much of it.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the surrounding screens, curling his lips in disdain.

"I thought this Haunted House was supposed to be so amazing, needing us to sign an agreement before entering."

"These things want to scare us?"

Although the current environment was indeed a bit creepy.

The eerie BGM in their ears, the faint smell of blood, and the vague presence of something standing behind the screens.

But Sun Yong and the others had challenged many Haunted Houses before, and their courage had been somewhat honed.

This Yellow Springs Road, in their eyes, was nothing special.

"Do you believe me? When we reach the end, something will definitely pop out from behind that screen."

"I'm tired of these Haunted House tropes."

Sun Yong took the lead and walked towards the end of the passage.

Hearing his words, the others also smiled and nodded.

The group paid no attention to the Haunted House beneath their feet.

From what they had seen so far, it was no different from other Haunted Houses.

At most, some NPC or prop might suddenly pop out later.

"Wait, why do I feel like those things in the picture look familiar?"

"Huh, isn't this the Haunted House that scared the Streamer to death before?"

"Could it be that the Streamer, unwilling to die, has returned to the world of the living to livestream his death replay for us?"

"True death replay!"

Although the headless college students looked a bit eerie, they weren't terrifying to the point of being unacceptable.

Soon, the audience in the livestream room regained their composure.

Someone noticed that the screens and the narrow passage in the picture were very familiar, very much like the Haunted House Song Yang had challenged before.

"Sigh, the Streamer already said it, the Streamer isn't dead, isn't dead, isn't dead!"

"The scene you are seeing now is indeed the Haunted House the Streamer challenged before."

"And those, uh... those headless people, like the Streamer before, are all here to challenge the Haunted House."

"Due to some privacy issues, the Streamer can't just film other people's faces, so everyone just has to make do with this."

Song Yang explained a few sentences to the livestream room.

Seeing that the college students in front were about to reach the end, he quickly called his assistant behind him to follow.

"So, the exciting thing you mentioned before, Streamer, is specifically livestreaming others challenging a Haunted House?"

"What's so exciting about that? We've already seen all this last time, it's boring."

"The person upstairs, I disagree with what you said. Did you forget about that zombie last time?"

"Exactly, I didn't get a good look at that zombie last time before the livestream room closed. Streamer, Streamer, can you let me see it clearly this time?"

"No offense, bad luck go away!"

The bullet comments in the livestream room began to change.

Some people thought Song Yang livestreaming the Haunted House again was meaningless.

But there were also those curious about the zombie, wanting Song Yang to show it to them carefully this time.

Of course, some people still didn't believe Song Yang was alive... but most people started to believe Song Yang wasn't dead.

After all, that cheeky tone was still the same as before.

Song Yang gestured to his assistant to keep up while aiming the camera at the group of college students in front.

He didn't really care about the fans who said livestreaming the Haunted House was meaningless.

He believed that the moment these people saw the terrifying butcher, they would immediately change their minds.

"By the way, which area did the boss put that terrifying butcher in?"

Looking at the group of college students who were about to reach the end, Song Yang suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask Li Zhou where he put that terrifying butcher.

Although he knew the other party was fake, the thought of its crimson eyes and violent killing intent still made him feel a little unnerved.

"Oh, my pure and foolish college students, begin to experience what true fear is."

"Run, run to your heart's content!"

"Hehehe!"

In the monitoring room, Li Zhou let out an evil laugh as he watched the group about to reach the end of Yellow Springs Road.

The monitors were installed above everyone's heads, providing a full view.

On the monitoring screen, a tall figure could be clearly seen standing behind a screen not far in front of the college students.

The figure stood motionless, like a statue.

On its face, two crimson glows flickered faintly.

Even through the screen, one could feel a strong sense of violence and killing intent!