65: Steamed goose heart (from a private kitchen)! Get lost!

After Chen Ze and Lao Hei recovered, Song Yang once again took the lead and walked right to the front.

Having gone through the experience yesterday, he casually made his way toward the third floor.

Dai Xiaomei followed closely behind.

Chen Ze and Lao Hei watched the two people ahead, who were strolling leisurely as if they were touring their own home, and both gasped sharply.

People in both of their livestream rooms had already started laughing and mocking them.

[Seriously, Streamer, are you here to be funny? That expression just now killed me with laughter, hahaha!]

[Didn't you say you were going to show us what a real man looks like?]

[Upstairs, wasn't Song the Bold's action just now considered a real man?]

[I get it. So the Streamer really brought us to watch a real man. I thought we were watching the Streamer himself!]

Seeing that many fans in the livestream room's bullet comments seemed about to become Song Yang's fans, Chen Ze immediately panicked.

Coming here to take on this challenge was meant to gain followers, not give them away to others.

“Lao Hei, wait and follow my lead!”

Seeing Song Yang resurrect again after dying, Chen Ze constantly reassured himself that all of this was fake and there was nothing to be afraid of.

After taking a deep breath, he looked at Lao Hei beside him and whispered.

Hearing him, Lao Hei snapped back to reality and nodded with a heavy expression.

He understood what Chen Ze meant.

The two of them couldn't let Song Yang steal their thunder!

Damn it, isn't it just flashy moves?

They could do it too!

They wouldn't actually die anyway!

Exchanging a glance, the two of them also followed Dai Xiaomei down the stairs.

“Boss, hurry up!”

“They've all left!”

Because she was paired with Li Zhou, Fang Xiaolu did not follow the others down.

Looking at Li Zhou, who was still filming the surroundings beside her, she urged him.

“I know, what's the rush?”

Li Zhou straightened his phone, aimed it at the stairs, and managed to capture Fang Xiaolu, who was puffing out her cheeks while urging him.

The viewers in the livestream room also heard Fang Xiaolu call him “Boss,” and many were immediately surprised.

[The owner of the Haunted House is actually streaming personally, that's interesting!]

[By the way, who is the person speaking? She looks so cute! Where can I find her TikTok ID!]

[Are employees this good-looking now? Wuwuwu, she really looks like Umaru! I really want to fiercely pinch her little face!]

[Private Fasting Steamed Goose Heart! Get lost!]

...Looking at the bullet comments in the livestream room, Li Zhou, who was walking toward the third floor, glanced at Fang Xiaolu in surprise.

Was his little employee really this popular?

Almost half of the bullet comments were saying how cute she was and how much they wanted to hug her.

“Boss, what's wrong?”

Noticing Li Zhou's gaze, Fang Xiaolu asked curiously.

“Nothing, you...”

Li Zhou shook his head, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a scream from ahead.

Subconsciously, he took the stairs two steps at a time.

The scene shifted: in the third-floor corridor, the door to Room One had been opened.

Outside the room, Chen Ze and Lao Hei were both sprawled on the ground, staring blankly into the room.

Dai Xiaomei stood beside the two of them, holding up her phone and continuously filming inside the room.

An expression like that of the “Subway Old Man” appeared on her face; she seemed to have seen a truly unbearable sight.

Something's happening!

Seeing this scene, Li Zhou and Fang Xiaolu were simultaneously invigorated.

Li Zhou was thinking about the fright value, while Fang Xiaolu was purely curious.

The two quickly reached the doorway, and the next second, they heard Song Yang's familiar, cheeky voice coming from inside the room.

“Brothers, the Streamer is going to perform being chewed on by rats for everyone!”

“See that? The Streamer's finger has already been bitten off, but don't panic, the Streamer still has nine left!”

“Holy crap, there's a rat that doesn't follow martial ethics, biting my good brother!”

“Damn it, perverted rat, so greedy!”

A jaw-dropping scene appeared inside the room.

Song Yang was surrounded by countless rats; almost everything below his waist was a mass of wriggling black figures.

He was currently holding his phone with one hand while continuously hitting the rats beneath him with the other.

It was visible that a section of his finger had been bitten off, and his palm was covered in blood.

Yet, Song Yang didn't care at all, continuously spouting provocative remarks.

At this moment, Chen Ze and Lao Hei simultaneously swallowed hard; besides terror, there was a faint hint of admiration in their eyes!

Holy moly, how were they supposed to learn this?!

Watching Song Yang, who was laughing and joking in the midst of the rat swarm even as his 'good brother' was suffering, Chen Ze and Lao Hei felt immense respect!

They couldn't learn it, truly couldn't!

Some people are born to do this job!

It was only right that he stole the spotlight!

The wriggling black rats in the room resembled house cats, exuding an eerie aura.

Just one glance was enough to make people feel fear!

Chen Ze and Lao Hei wouldn't step half a pace into this room even if their lives depended on it, even knowing it was all fake.

“Wow! This is way too intense!”

After Fang Xiaolu clearly saw the situation inside the room, she immediately exclaimed.

Li Zhou, meanwhile, focused intently on filming.

Soon, under the astonished gaze of all the livestream viewers, Song Yang was chewed beyond recognition by the rats.

The scene was too intense, even more stimulating than when he was previously corroded by lamp oil.

Under the rats' continuous biting, large holes began to appear on Song Yang's torso.

Then, a scene that made one's scalp tingle appeared.

One by one, the rats began to squeeze through those holes, starting to frantically move around inside Song Yang's body.

This scene wasn't just unbearable for Chen Ze and Lao Hei to watch; it also made the viewers in the livestream room shout “Holy crap.”

Yet, even like this, Song Yang didn't utter a single sound!

As long as he completely died, even if his corpse remained in the room, he would resurrect in the Attic.

During this process, as long as he didn't drop his phone, it would go with him.

Therefore, in the last moments of his life, he still clung tightly to his phone.

Soon, Song Yang croaked again.

The black rats in the room began to attack the group.

Chen Ze and Lao Hei, sprawled on the ground, were scared out of their wits when they saw this.

Both shouted “Oh my god, holy crap,” but their legs wouldn't obey, and they couldn't stand up at all.

They... went limp.

But at this moment, not a single viewer in the livestream room laughed.

Because they had also gone limp... especially the viewers in Li Zhou's livestream room.

Just now, when Song Yang was being ripped apart, Chen Ze, Dai Xiaomei, and Song Yang himself, intentionally or unintentionally, turned their cameras away.

They couldn't help it; it was professional habit. Even scared stiff, their muscle memory kicked in.

But Li Zhou was the only exception.

From beginning to end, his camera remained focused on Song Yang.

Therefore, the viewers in his livestream room watched the entire process of Song Yang being chewed on, frame by frame.

[Holy crap! I almost had a heart attack watching that! That's terrifying!]

[I was originally thinking of going to try it out, but now I've decided not to go. Who can handle this?]

[Streamer, why are you still standing there? Run!]

[So many duck necks—no, so many rat heads! Streamer, hurry up and run, I'm a little scared!]