5: Hey streamer, I see a dark aura around your eyes, you probably don't have many days left.

fright value + 8

fright value + 14

fright value + 16

... In the monitoring room, Li Zhou suddenly heard a series of system prompts.

fright value?

With a slight raise of his eyebrow, Li Zhou's gaze fell on Song Yang, who was currently livestreaming on the monitor.

Soon, he figured out the origin of these fright values.

He hadn't expected that he could also gain fright value when people watching the livestream were scared by the Haunted House.

"The Streamer is so brave, but his fans are a bit lacking."

Li Zhou smiled, an idea forming in his mind.

If new employees arrived in the future, he could invite Song Yang or other Streamers for an evaluation.

Inside the Haunted House, Song Yang, who had just walked through the narrow passage, inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.

He glanced back, a little puzzled, but didn't pay it much mind.

The props Li Zhou had meticulously arranged were indeed a bit childish for him.

To prevent his fans from getting bored, Song Yang switched to high-speed mode.

The Yin-Yang Blood Pool, Human Flesh Hanging Pigs, Eerie Mirrors... he quickly passed through each area.

Of course, while passing through, he didn't forget to continue mocking his fans.

In the monitoring room, the system prompts in Li Zhou's ear never stopped.

At first, hearing the fright value accumulate, he found it somewhat novel.

But after a while, it started to feel a bit noisy.

"System, turn off the prompts!"

Rubbing his ear, Li Zhou finally felt a lot quieter.

"Boss, my Streamer seems to have reached the last area, right?"

"Your Haunted House doesn't seem like much."

Seeing Song Yang easily clear all obstacles and reach the final area, the assistant couldn't help but tease him again with a smile.

Li Zhou, however, curved his lips, a mysterious smile appearing on his face.

"Don't be in a hurry; let's talk about it once he truly passes."

The last area of the Haunted House was the Graveyard of a Hundred Ghosts.

Rows of graves were lined up, and behind them, dilapidated coffins were placed.

Under the dim light, one could vaguely see something lying within those coffins.

Song Yang had chosen the dead end, and at the end of the dead end was a graveyard, which was quite logical.

"Yo, brothers, look what I found?"

As soon as he entered the graveyard, Song Yang's eyes lit up.

He aimed his camera at the rows of graves and said with emotion, "Old fans of the livestream room should know that the Streamer's first outdoor adventure was dancing on a lone grave in the wilderness."

"I know that! It was from then on that the Streamer got the nickname 'Beast'."

"How does that saying go? There are some things you might not believe, but you should maintain a sense of reverence. I always feel like the Streamer's glabella is dark; he probably doesn't have many days left (manual dog head emoji)."

"Upstairs, that's the lighting effect of the Haunted House!"

"Speaking of which, why does the Streamer's tone sound like he's returned home?"

"Ah, a brother in the bullet comments got it right; the Streamer really feels like he's come home right now."

Song Yang looked at the bullet comments, a mischievous, characteristic expression on his face.

"How should I put it? It's like seeing his first love; that sense of familiarity just naturally arises."

"The Streamer originally planned to quickly pass through this Haunted House and win the boss's ten yachts."

"But seeing these graves, the Streamer remembered that midnight back then, when the Streamer was playing DJ under the moonlight, dancing on the graves."

"That was the Streamer's lost youth."

"No, the feeling is here; the Streamer can't hold back!"

Song Yang became more and more exaggerated as he spoke, his expression reaching some kind of critical point.

Finally, to Li Zhou's bewildered gaze, he actually jumped directly onto a grave.

Then, dynamic DJ music started playing in the graveyard.

Li Zhou listened carefully, and it was actually "Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens"!

"Sorry, Boss, Brother Yang really has an inexplicable affection for graves; it's hard for him to control himself."

"Please forgive him, please forgive him."

The assistant seemed accustomed to Song Yang's behavior and immediately spoke to Li Zhou with some embarrassment.

"It's fine, those graves are all props and won't be damaged by stepping on them."

"It's just that your Streamer is truly unique; he's even doing a twerking dance."

The scene was a bit of an eyesore, so Li Zhou turned his head away.

For the first time, he felt an urge to hit someone.

In the livestream room, the audience was also amused by Song Yang's outrageous antics.

They had seen people screaming for their mothers in Haunted Houses, but they had never seen someone playing "Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens" and twerking in a Haunted House.

The main thing was... he was actually pretty good at it.

Song Yang was slightly plump, and his fleshy backside was like it had a small electric motor, almost shaking out afterimages.

If he didn't work as an outdoor Streamer, becoming a dance Streamer would probably also have a lot of potential.

"Who understands, my friends? The Streamer I follow is actually twerking on a grave!"

"Streamer, Streamer, I see you have great dance talent and you're very handsome. Do you have any thoughts about venturing into the singing and dancing scene to give Kun Kun a hard time?"

"Finally out, thank you, Streamer!"

"Ah, my eyes, my eyes!"

... The bullet comments scrolled rapidly, diverse and varied.

One might think this was a dance livestream room.

No one knew that as Song Yang was passionately reminiscing about his past youth, in the coffin behind the grave he was dancing on, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened.

A wisp of white mist, visible to the naked eye, slowly crept out of the damaged coffin and then sank into the ground.

Everywhere it passed, it was as if an early winter had arrived, covered in frost.

The entire graveyard was gradually enveloped in a pale white hue.

Recalling Li Zhou's earlier instructions, a human-like determination flashed in the eyes of the zombie lying in the coffin.

To serve its first customer in its life well, it had even released its rare extreme Yin energy.

Opening its mouth, it let out a soft groan, and then stood straight up from the coffin.

On the grave, Song Yang danced with increasing fervor.

He placed his phone directly in front of the grave, then, lost in the moment, he held his hands to his ears, shaking his head and wiggling his hips, making them blur with motion.

The audience in the livestream room was initially watching with great interest, but soon, someone noticed something was amiss.

"Huh, why do I feel like something is standing up behind the Streamer? It looks so tall!"

"It's probably some kind of dummy prop; I don't see any real employees in this Haunted House."

"In the Streamer's current state, even if a real ghost came, he'd probably drag it into twerking."

"Hahahahaha, you're crazy!"

The bullet comments initially joked and didn't pay much attention.

However, some sharp-eyed viewers quickly noticed.

Above the tall dark shadow, two scarlet lights suddenly lit up!

The zombie that had risen from the coffin stared at Song Yang, who was constantly shaking his butt in front of it, and for a moment, it froze in place.

In the past, when it appeared, humans would either be so scared their legs turned to jelly and they fell to the ground, or they would wail and howl and turn to run.

This customer in front of it was not only unafraid but was also calmly performing a strange dance.

Indeed, this job was not that simple.

Thinking this, the zombie completely stopped pretending.

Its Qing Dynasty official uniform suddenly developed holes, and its flesh gradually became scorched and rotten.

Its eyes turned into black holes, oozing a sickly green liquid.

Black smoke also emerged from the corners of its mouth, and its entire corpse shriveled up again.