79: Fear stems from insufficient firepower 1

The Original Owner, Lin Shen, clutched the contract filled with taboos.

He set up his phone stand at the east elevator entrance of the Abandoned Renai Hospital.

Lin Shen owed a massive gambling debt.

The commission fee for this late-night exorcism live stream was enough for him to turn his life around.

He looked at the "Hospital Live Stream Rules" specifically attached by the client:

1. You must take the east elevator upstairs. If it stops midway, close your eyes and silently count to ten seconds. Do not peek open your eyes at any point.

2. If the Talismanic Incantations in the corridor are inverted and glow green, immediately return the way you came. Do not take close-up shots of the Talismanic Incantations.

3. If you hear children's laughter at 3 AM, you must hide in Room 103, lock the door, and ignore anything that reaches through the door gap.

4. If the live stream viewer count freezes at 4444 or garbled bullet comments appear, immediately shut down the stream. Remember not to hesitate.

5. Personal protective Talismans are forbidden throughout the entire process. The streaming equipment must remain on, even if you see any bizarre scenes... The elevator door slowly closed, and a hint of foul, rotten flesh mixed into the scent of disinfectant.

Lin Shen had just finished adjusting the camera when the elevator suddenly jolted to a stop. The button for the fourth floor began flashing wildly, and the door opened without warning.

He hastily closed his eyes and began counting silently, his fingers desperately digging into the elevator wall.

When he counted to seven, something cold wrapped around his headphone cord, feeling exactly like a woman's slender fingers searching for something.

His heart trembled, but remembering the rule requiring him "not to open his eyes," he forcefully suppressed the urge to look up.

As soon as ten seconds were up, the elevator door slammed shut. However, the cold sensation did not vanish; instead, it slid down his neck and into his collar.

Stepping out of the elevator, the sections of the corridor where the paint was peeling were covered in dark red Talismanic Incantations.

Lin Shen held up his phone, streaming live, and the bullet comments were full of playful taunts.

He failed to notice that the Talismanic Incantations were quietly turning upside down, the cinnabar Runes emitting a faint green glow on camera.

A viewer sent a bullet comment warning him that the Talismanic Incantations were wrong, but he thought it was a special effect. He even moved closer to the camera to take a close-up, hoping to increase his popularity.

As soon as he pressed the capture button, his phone signal instantly became chaotic.

The number of viewers in the live stream suddenly froze at 4444.

All the bullet comments turned into dense, garbled code.

Belatedly, he remembered Rule Number Four—

If the live stream viewer count freezes at 4444 or garbled bullet comments appear, immediately shut down the stream. Remember not to hesitate.

But the donation special effects in the live room suddenly exploded.

Embedded within the light and shadow of the effect was half of a bloated human face.

He was so frightened that his hand shook, and he nearly dropped his phone.

Lin Shen wanted to follow the rules and turn back, but when he turned around, he found the path he came from had become an endless corridor.

The sound of a rubber ball bouncing echoed from the end of the corridor.

Following that, children's laughter pierced the silent air, sharp like fingernails scraping glass.

Lin Shen glanced at the time on his phone; it was one minute before 3 AM.

He sprinted toward Room 103 like a madman. The laughter behind him grew closer, as if the children were chasing right at his heels.

He stumbled into the ward, locked the door, and leaned his back against the door panel, gasping for air.

Just as he calmed down slightly, he felt his shoelace being pulled by something.

He looked down and saw a pale, small hand squeezing in through the door gap, with dried blood embedded under its fingernails.

Lin Shen frantically kicked the door, but the hand gripped tighter and tighter with a strength that was not childlike.

Remembering Rule Number Three, he desperately covered his ears, trying to ignore it.

However, the laughter outside the door turned into agonizing wails.

Countless hands began slamming against the door panel, shaking the dust down in a flurry.

Suddenly, the phone's live stream signal recovered. The screen was no longer filled with garbled code,

but a uniform message: "Qualified Scapegoat."

Only then did Lin Shen notice that the ward sign had, at some point, changed to "Morgue."

He hastily tried to turn the doorknob, only to find the keyhole was completely blocked by solidified blood clots.

At this moment, the room lights began flickering, and a row of women in red dresses slowly emerged from the corner.

Their faces were bloated and pale, their features blurry—they were the exploration Streamers who had gone missing over the years.

The woman at the front slowly raised her hand. Lin Shen recognized the bracelet on her wrist.

It was the relic of the client who had hanged himself at the hospital entrance three days ago.

He tried to shut down the live stream, but the phone screen was scalding hot, and he couldn't press anything.

The women in red dresses surrounded him, their icy fingers poking into his skin. He could clearly feel the intense pain of his muscles being torn.

His screams were drowned out by the children's laughter.

The last image captured by the phone camera was Lin Shen's eyeball being gouged out by a small hand,

and his body being slowly ripped apart by those women.

The moment the live stream signal cut out, another skeleton wearing Streamer attire was added to the bottom of the east elevator shaft.

Like the other fourteen skeletons, a strand of dry black hair was wrapped around its wrist.

The next day, someone found Lin Shen's phone at the hospital entrance.

The recorded live stream playback only contained the first half; the second half was entirely black screen,

with only wave after wave of laughter, looping endlessly, chilling listeners to the bone... [End of Plot Summary]

[The Original Owner Lin Shen's Wish: Slaughter all fear!]

"Oh, that's somewhat interesting."

Qin Jiuge finished reading the plot and was deeply intrigued. He said to system 001:

"Give him a gatling gun System and let him have some fun!"

..."I... I actually experienced Rebirth!"

Lin Shen suddenly opened his eyes, his palm still clutching the moldy "Hospital Live Stream Rules."

The phone stand was stably set up at the east elevator entrance of the Abandoned Renai Hospital.

Hundreds of bullet comments had already flooded the screen.

This was the exact moment he had just arrived here.

"What the hell? Didn't those red-dressed monsters tear me into pieces?"

He instinctively touched his face; his skin was smooth and warm, without any lingering pain from being ripped apart.

The next second, a cold, mechanical voice exploded in his mind:

[Invincible Gatling Gun System Activated]

[Host: Lin Shen]

[Current Available Weapon: gold gatling gun (Infinite Ammo - Evil-Slaying Attribute)]

[Skills: Ballistic Lock - Guaranteed Hit on Ghosts, Area Splash - Ignores Walls.]

Simultaneously, a heavy sensation suddenly appeared in his right hand.

A gold-plated gatling gun materialized out of thin air.

Dark gold Runes were carved onto the gun barrel.

The muzzle shone with a sharp, cold light.

Lin Shen froze for two seconds.

When his consciousness first awakened, Lin Shen only remembered a string of words: "Take it and enjoy yourself, child."

Immediately, towering rage ignited in Lin Shen's eyes!

The intense pain of being tormented and torn apart by ghosts in his previous life was still churning in his bones.

Now, it was his turn for revenge!

He crumpled the "Hospital Live Stream Rules" into a ball and threw it onto the ground.

He grinned at the phone camera, showing his stark white teeth:

"Folks, no exorcism today. We're switching to ghost slaughter!"

The screen instantly erupted:

[??? Did the Streamer grab the wrong script? He just said he'd follow the rules, so why did he pull out a gatling gun?]

[Hahahaha, this prop is quite realistic. gold gatling gun? Is the Streamer preparing to play CSGO?]

[Stop pretending. He'll definitely wet his pants when he encounters the slightest disturbance later. I bet fifty cents!]

[Upstairs +1. Where would an abandoned hospital get a real gun? It's just a prop to grab attention.]

...Lin Shen ignored the bullet comments.

He shouldered the gatling gun and pressed the elevator button.

The east elevator door slowly closed.

The scent of disinfectant mixed with the foul stench of rotten flesh arrived as expected,

exactly as it had in his previous life.

He sneered,

and immediately rested the gatling gun on his shoulder, aiming the muzzle at the elevator door.

Sure enough, just as they reached the third floor, the elevator jolted abruptly.

The button for the fourth floor flashed wildly.

The door opened with a creak.

Before the cold "hand" from his previous life could wrap around his headphone cord,

Lin Shen pulled the trigger!

"Da da da da da—"

The gold gatling gun spewed fire, and the gold-plated bullets shot out the door with a piercing whoosh.

A horrific shriek was heard, followed by the crisp sound of shattering bones outside the door.

A black shadow was instantly riddled with holes, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

In the corridor outside the elevator,

the strands of black hair that had been hanging down were caught by the residual shockwave of the bullets,

instantly charring and carbonizing before falling in a rustle.

The live stream room instantly fell silent. The next second, bullet comments flooded the screen:

[He really shot it? That sound! That recoil! Isn't the Streamer afraid of getting arrested?]

[!!! Holy crap! What was that thing? Was that a black shadow just now?]

[That shriek just now wasn't a special effect, was it? It's making my scalp crawl!]

[Holy cow, holy cow! Look at the floor near the Streamer! Was that hair floating by? It was hit by the bullets and instantly burned away!]

[Seeking attention? Can seeking attention produce this kind of effect? I don't believe it!]

[The production value is great! Realistic gun, realistic ghost—I like it!]

[Not bad, an excellent show.]

...Lin Shen glanced at the bullet comments.

A cruel smile played on his lips:

"Folks, that was just an appetizer. The best is yet to come."

The elevator door closed again, heading straight for the seventh floor.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of blood rushed out.

Sure enough, the Talismanic Incantations on both sides of the corridor began quietly turning upside down.

The cinnabar Runes glowed with a faint green light.

In his previous life, he had triggered the crisis precisely because he took a close-up of the Talismanic Incantations.

This time, Lin Shen didn't even look, simply shouldering the gatling gun and walking forward.

"Da da da!"

Another burst of bullets swept across, instantly shredding the Talismanic Incantations on the wall.

The moment the green light was extinguished, countless sharp roars erupted from the depths of the corridor.

Over a dozen black shadows drilled out of the walls.

Some were faceless, some had twisted limbs, and others dragged broken intestines as they lunged toward Lin Shen.

"Perfect timing!"

Lin Shen's eyes sharpened. He activated "Ballistic Lock," and the muzzle automatically tracked every black shadow.

The gold gatling gun's bullets seemed to have eyes, accurately piercing the skull of every ghost and monster.

The bullets sparked as they hit the ground, incidentally blowing open the wall plaster,

revealing the skeletons embedded within—the very explorers who had gone missing in his previous life.

“These bones, you couldn't rest in peace in the previous life, but today I will help you get revenge!”

Lin Shen roared, unleashing full firepower.

Bullets poured down like rain, and the black shadows were blasted into black smoke one after another.

The skeletons embedded in the wall, under the effect of the Evil-Slaying Bullets,

slowly detached, fell to the ground, and turned into white ash, as if finally finding peace.

The number of viewers in the live stream began to skyrocket,

jumping directly from a few thousand to thirty thousand.

The barrage of comments was too fast to read clearly:

[My heavens! Those black shadows are ghosts, right? They were instantly turned into smoke by the gatling gun?]

[Is the Streamer a deity? That marksmanship! Every shot hits!]

[I just took a screenshot! Look, there are Runes on the bullets! They aren't ordinary bullets!]

[Mom asked me why I'm kneeling while watching the live stream! The Streamer is too fierce!]

[The one who bet fifty cents earlier, come out! Does your face hurt? This is called peeing your pants in fear? This is a God of War!]

...Lin Shen charged forward continuously.

The sound of a bouncing rubber ball came from the end of the corridor,

accompanied by the sharp, grating laughter of children.

In his previous life, this laughter drove him mad with terror,

but now he only found it irritating.

He followed the sound and saw around the corridor corner,

a dozen blood-soaked “children” gathered around a rubber ball.

Their faces were grayish-blue, and their eyes were two black holes.

These were the exact things that had chased him in his previous life.

“Laugh your mother's head off!”

Lin Shen cursed,

and immediately activated “Area Splash.”

He aimed the muzzle at the ground and pulled the trigger.

The gold gatling gun's bullets exploded upon hitting the floor.

A gilded shockwave spread out from the impact point,

instantly covering the entire corridor.

Before the “children” could react, they were thrown into the air by the shockwave.

Their bodies were torn apart by the bullets while suspended mid-air,

and the rubber ball was pulverized into dust.

The laughter came to an abrupt halt,

replaced by successive screams of agony,

which eventually all turned into black smoke and dispersed.

The number of viewers in the live stream instantly surpassed fifty thousand,

and the gift effects kept flashing nonstop:

[Hahahaha, the Streamer cursed well! That laughter gave me goosebumps, it needed to be cursed!]

[Area Attack! This skill is amazing! A whole group of ghosts instantly vanished!]

[The Top Supporter sent ten Rockets! Streamer is awesome!]

[I recorded the screen! This is definitely the best live stream of the year! No contest!]

[Streamer, hurry up and charge! Kill all the ghosts in this rotten hospital! I'll send a Carnival!]

...Lin Shen carried the gatling gun and fought his way to the entrance of Room 103.

In his previous life, he was grabbed here by a hand reaching through the door crack,

and was trapped and torn to shreds in the “Morgue.”

Now, he was going to personally destroy this haunted place.

He kicked open the ward door.

Inside, it was indeed not a normal hospital room.

White Shrouds covered the floor,

and in the corner, more than a dozen “corpses” covered in white cloth were stacked.

These were the Red-Dressed Women from his previous life.

Hearing the commotion, they slowly lifted the white cloths.

Their swollen, pale faces turned toward Lin Shen, features blurred, black blood trickling from their mouths.

The woman in the front raised her hand; the bracelet on her wrist was glittering, identical to the one worn by the client in his previous life.

She opened her mouth and made a sound like fingernails scraping glass:

“Sac... ri... fice...”

“Substitute your mother's head!”

Lin Shen immediately pulled the trigger.

The gold gatling gun's bullets roared out,

and the very first shot accurately blew up her bracelet.

The moment the bracelet shattered, the woman let out a bloodcurdling shriek, and her body began to swell as if about to explode.

Seeing this, the other Red-Dressed Women rushed forward.

Some dropped black hair from the ceiling,

others stretched out ghastly pale hands, clawing for Lin Shen's throat.

Lin Shen sneered, shifting left and right, his muzzle continuously sweeping.

The gilded bullets pierced through their bodies.

Every bullet carried the Evil-Slaying Attribute,

hitting them like a searing hot branding iron, instantly causing black smoke to rise.

“Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da...”

The gatling gun's muzzle flash illuminated the entire ward.

The Shrouds caught fire instantly when struck by the bullet trajectory.

In the flames, the bodies of the Red-Dressed Women were riddled with holes, one after another.

The black hair was burned to ashes by the fire,

and the bloodstains on the walls were splattered by the bullet impacts.

Lin Shen shot with increasing ferocity.

The intense pain of being torn apart by them in his previous life,

the agony of having his eyeballs gouged out by small hands,

all transformed into rage that poured out of the muzzle.

One of the Red-Dressed Women tried to flee by phasing into the wall.

Lin Shen immediately adjusted his aim.

The bullets penetrated the wall,

accurately blasting her out of the wall,

and her body turned into black smoke mid-air.

Another woman tried to imitate the crying of a child to distract him.

As soon as she opened her mouth, a burst of bullets tore through her throat, silencing her forever.

The number of viewers in the live stream had already surpassed one hundred thousand,

and the comments were completely insane:

[!!! It went through the wall! The bullets can actually penetrate walls!]

[So satisfying! So cathartic! Those ghosts gave me the chills just now, but now they're all blown up!]

[The Streamer is my god! From now on, I am your loyal fan!]

[The Top Supporter sent twenty more Rockets! Streamer, hurry and kill them! Don't let any survive!]

[I just searched the news for Renai Hospital; fourteen people have gone missing over the years! The Streamer is taking revenge for them!]

...Lin Shen fired the last burst of bullets.

All the Red-Dressed Women in the ward had been eliminated.

Only piles of charred black ash remained on the ground.

He took a breath, carrying the gatling gun as he walked out of the ward.

He suddenly recalled the skeletons at the bottom of the elevator shaft in his previous life.

There was one last place left to clear.

He immediately carried the gatling gun toward the elevator,

and pressed the button for the basement floor.

The elevator doors opened, and a stronger stench of decay assaulted him.

A low, deep roar came from the bottom of the shaft,

more terrifying than the sounds of all the previous ghosts combined.

“You're the last one! Come out!”

Lin Shen yelled down the shaft.

A massive black shadow slowly rose from the bottom of the shaft.

It had no limbs, only a colossal head,

its face covered in countless dense eyes.

The face of a missing person was reflected in every single eye.

This was the source of all the ghosts in the hospital,

the “Ghost Entity” controlling everything.

The black shadow let out a deafening roar.

The black hair at the bottom of the shaft frantically spread upwards,

attempting to wrap around Lin Shen's body.

Lin Shen's eyes narrowed.

He rested the gold gatling gun on the edge of the elevator,

aimed the muzzle at the black shadow's head,

and took a deep breath:

“Family, witness the moment of miracle!”

He violently pulled the trigger.

The gold gatling gun, with its Infinite Ammunition, unleashed its maximum firepower.

Gilded bullets poured down like a waterfall,

all directed at the black shadow's head.

The black shadow's eyes were blown out one by one, emitting bloodcurdling screams.

The skin on its head began to crack,

and black blood streamed down the fissures.

“Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da sa da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da—”

The gunfire lasted for a full ten minutes.

The black shadow's head was riddled like a beehive,

finally exploding with a crash, turning into black smoke that filled the air.

The black hair in the shaft bottom lost its power, instantly charred and carbonized, falling down in rustling clumps.

Fourteen skeletons were revealed at the bottom of the elevator shaft,

the missing explorers from over the years.

A wisp of dry black hair was wrapped around each of their wrists.

At this moment, the black hair all turned to ash, and the skeletons slowly dissolved into white ash, scattering with the wind.

When the last wisp of black smoke vanished,

the System notification sounded:

[Congratulations Host Lin Shen, for slaughtering all the ghosts in the Abandoned Renai Hospital]

[Reward: gatling gun Upgrade - Divine Judgment (Deals hundredfold damage to ghosts)]

[New Scene Unlocked: Midnight Haunted House (Option to proceed)]

Lin Shen put down the gatling gun and flashed a V-sign at the phone camera:

“Family, mission accomplished! All the ghosts in this rotten hospital are gone!”

The live stream instantly erupted,

Gift effects completely covered the screen, and the viewer count surpassed five hundred thousand.

The barrage of comments poured down like a waterfall:

[Awesome! Too awesome! The Streamer has become famous in one battle!]

[Half a million people witnessing a ghost-slaughtering scene! This is a historic moment!]

[I'm crying! Those missing people can finally rest in peace!]

[The Streamer is the modern A mythological figure, often depicted as a ghost catcher! No, even fiercer than A mythological figure, often depicted as a ghost catcher! A mythological figure, often depicted as a ghost catcher uses a sword, the Streamer uses a gatling gun!]

[The Top Supporter sent one hundred Rockets! Saying he wants to sponsor the Streamer's next live broadcast!]

[Begging the Streamer to start a fan group! I want to join! I want to be a dedicated fan!]

[If anyone ever says abandoned hospitals are scary again, I'll shove this live stream playback in their face! Before a gatling gun, all ghosts are little brothers!]

[Hahaha, all Fear Stems from Insufficient Firepower. Streamer did great!]

...Lin Shen grinned, looking at the screen full of “Awesome.”

Sunlight shone through the hospital windows, dissipating all the gloom.

He hoisted the gold gatling gun, turned, and walked out of the hospital.

Behind him was the Abandoned Renai Hospital, completely restored to peace,

with not a trace of eerie aura remaining.

Meanwhile, his live stream, thanks to this “Gatling Gun Ghost Slaughter,” shot straight to the top of the trending searches across the entire network.

The headline prominently read:

“Shock! Live Stream from Abandoned Hospital Reveals Real Gun Ghost Slaughter! gold gatling gun Massacres Countless Ghosts! Is this the distortion of human nature or the degradation of morality? Netizens Exclaim: God of War!”

From then on, Lin Shen became the network-famous “Ghost-Slaying Streamer.”

Countless people waited eagerly for his next live stream,

and his gold gatling gun became the nightmare of all ghosts.