8: Mom no longer has to worry about me not being able to empty my bladder completely.

Tianfeng Haunted House became popular.

More accurately, Song Yang became popular.

Black and white photos of Song Yang were posted on TikTok, accompanied by the caption:

Rest in peace, don't do the electric twerking in your next life.

"What's going on? I remember this person was an outdoor Streamer, right?"

"Why did he suddenly die?"

An uninformed netizen scrolled through a post published by a Song Yang fan, and, not knowing the truth, typed out a question.

Soon after, someone replied to his comment.

"Buddy, you don't know yet, this guy was scared to death!"

"Scared to death? No way, is that true?"

This netizen was clearly skeptical, expressing doubt.

However, more and more of Song Yang's fans began posting his black and white photos on TikTok.

One person makes a path, three people make a tiger.

Gradually, some skeptical netizens eventually had no choice but to believe.

Soon after, as Song Yang's livestream replay became available, various abstract videos also began appearing on TikTok.

"An ordinary Haunted House, a Streamer buried in the cemetery is no more!"

"Phoenix Dance of Nine Heavens electric twerking, suona and white cloth, weeping relatives!"

"A Streamer danced at a grave, but then foamed at the mouth and seemingly passed away. Behind this, is it the distortion of human nature, or the decay of morality? Let us walk together into today's TikTok Law Talk, 'The Mysterious Tianfeng Haunted House.'"

"Yay! Ever since I went to Tianfeng Haunted House, Mom no longer has to worry about me having urinary incontinence!"

..."Ah!"

With a cry of alarm, Song Yang suddenly opened his eyes.

The next moment, a green light entered his vision.

"Am I... in the underworld?"

"Wuwuwu, so what the bullet comments said was true. There are some things you might not believe, but you must have reverence."

"Mom, I'll never dance at a grave again!"

"No, I'll never do any more exploration livestreams!"

"Wuwuwu!"

Looking at the blurry, eerie green light before him, Song Yang felt a wave of sorrow.

He never thought that after a lifetime of wisdom, he would actually crash and burn in a small Haunted House.

"Brother Yang, what are you saying?"

"What do you mean, no more livestreams?"

Just as Song Yang was in despair, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

His assistant poked his head out, looking at his boss with a puzzled expression.

"Boss, you didn't electrocute my Brother Yang into aFool, did you?"

"Why is he talking nonsense?"

The next second, another head popped out.

Li Zhou, holding the defibrillator in both hands, was about to give Song Yang another jolt.

"Chotto matte!"

Song Yang reacted, shouting loudly.

Stretching out his hand, he rubbed his eyes.

His vision gradually cleared, and a sign reading 'Safety Exit' came into view.

The green light had come from it.

"I'm not dead?"

Sitting up abruptly, Song Yang looked around.

The cemetery was gone, and the terrifying zombie was also gone.

His assistant stood by, full of confusion, Li Zhou held the defibrillator, eager to try again, and not far away, a little loli in a blood-stained nurse's uniform covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't scare me!"

Seeing Song Yang's dazed expression, the assistant was quite frightened.

He stepped forward, waved his hand in front of Song Yang's eyes, his tone anxious.

"What... what happened to me?"

Song Yang's mind, still stuck in the cemetery, clearly hadn't recovered.

He looked at his assistant, asking somewhat confusedly.

"What else could it be? You were scared unconscious."

Seeing that Song Yang could still speak, Li Zhou put down the defibrillator, walked over with a smile, and said.

However, upon seeing him approach, Song Yang seemed to remember something, and his entire body trembled instantly.

"You... don't come over!"

"Your Haunted House has zombies... You... you actually keep zombies!"

Well, his reaction was exactly the same as the assistant's before.

Li Zhou stopped in his tracks.

As if he had expected this, he clapped his hands directly.

The next moment, a terrifying figure suddenly jumped out from behind Li Zhou.

"Gak!"

Seeing this figure, Song Yang's throat immediately made a duck-like gasping sound.

As if remembering some bad memory, he shivered, as if about to faint again.

Fortunately, the assistant reacted quickly, gave a thumbs up, and aimed a one-finger Zen at Song Yang's philtrum.

"Don't be nervous, this is just a prop."

Looking at Song Yang, who seemed to be scared out of his wits and had lost his usual demeanor, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Li Zhou's face.

To be honest, he actually felt a little sorry for Song Yang.

Before, whether it was him, or Fang Xiaolu, or the audience in the livestream room, no one had truly faced the zombie's strongest form.

Only Song Yang, in front of him, not only almost kissed the zombie face to face.

He even received a close-range evil corpse roar service.

You know, the assistant had previously fainted directly from that roar even in the monitoring room.

From another perspective, Song Yang truly deserved to be called the man who dared to dance at a grave.

Li Zhou estimated that in that situation, if it were anyone else, they might have really been scared to death by the zombie.

Song Yang only being scared unconscious was actually a very good performance.

"Pro... prop?"

"Re... really, really?"

He didn't know if his speech was affected by the assistant pinching his philtrum.

Song Yang's voice trembled and was also a bit muffled.

Heaven knows how much psychological pressure he had endured before.

The moment he turned his head and saw the zombie, Song Yang felt as if his heart had stopped beating.

And after the zombie roared, he even seemed to see his great-grandmother, who had passed away many years ago, waving at him.

Fear invaded the deepest part of his soul, making him unable to breathe.

If it hadn't been for Li Zhou's sudden shout at the end, he might have actually achieved the feat of suffocating himself on land.

"Of course it's real. If it wasn't a prop, do you think you'd still be lying here now?"

Li Zhou coughed, speaking without a trace of redness in his face or a skip in his heart.

The assistant also nodded at this point, saying to Song Yang, "Brother Yang, this is a zombie robot NPC that the boss custom-ordered at a high price. It's awesome."

Seeing that Song Yang still seemed a bit skeptical, Li Zhou stopped dawdling and clapped his hands again.

"Come, little zombie, give him a show!"

As his voice fell, the zombie once again displayed its laser electronic eyes.

As its eyes switched between red and green, wisps of white mist slowly emerged from the holes on its body surface.

"It really is a robot?"

Seeing this scene, Song Yang finally relaxed.

Among everyone present, only he knew how terrifying this tall zombie was when it unleashed its full aura.

He pushed away the assistant's hand, and Song Yang tremblingly stood up.

Looking at Li Zhou in front of him, he opened his still pale lips.

Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, a violent knocking sound came from outside.

"Listen up, everyone inside, you're surrounded!"

"Open the door quickly!"

????

Inside the lounge, except for the zombie, all four people turned their heads with bewildered expressions.

Before they could react, the lounge door was kicked open.

Li Zhou seemed to remember something and suddenly shouted, "Don't move!"

As his voice fell, a blinding flashlight beam struck.

Then, the next moment, he was directly pinned to the ground by two police officers.

"This guy, he actually stole our lines?"