80: Fear stems from insufficient firepower 2

As soon as Lin Shen stepped out of the abandoned Renai Hospital, his phone grew hot from the explosion of messages in the livestream room.

The 500,000 online viewers hadn't yet recovered from the shock of the "Gatling Ghost Massacre."

The bullet chat had already scrolled through hundreds of thousands of messages.

Gift effects, from Rockets to Carnivals, piled up like a small mountain.

Even the platform officials sent a private message,

asking if he wanted to hold an exclusive livestream special.

[System Notification: New scene "Midnight Haunted House" unlocked, located in the western outskirts of the city.]

[Rumor has it that a century-old fierce ghost is hidden within the house, having devoured twenty-seven intruders. Will the Host proceed?]

Lin Shen looked at the System notification,

then scanned the screen full of bullet chat in the livestream room:

["Requesting a continuation!"]

["Streamer, hurry to the next haunted place!"]

["Hurry up, hurry up! The beast sleeping inside my body has awakened!"]

...Lin Shen smiled slightly and directly brandished the gold gatling gun at the camera:

"Family, I just unlocked a new dungeon."

"The Midnight Haunted House. They say the ghosts inside are even fiercer than those in the hospital. Shall we go?"

The bullet chat went crazy instantly:

["Go! You must go! Even the gatling gun is out, what fierce ghost is there to fear?!"]

["Charge, Streamer! I've already pulled up my stool and prepared my snacks!"]

["Twenty-seven intruders? Just right for the Streamer to use the gatling gun to avenge them!"]

["The Top Supporter gifted fifty Rockets! He said if the Streamer goes, he'll gift another hundred!"]

["Hahaha, the people who said the Streamer would wet his pants are probably apologizing frantically now, right?"]

...Lin Shen smiled and shouldered the gatling gun,

casually hailing a taxi:

"Driver, to the Midnight Haunted House in the western outskirts, top speed!"

The driver was stunned for a moment,

looking at Lin Shen shouldering the "prop gun."

Thinking he was filming a short video, the driver smiled and stepped on the gas:

"Young man, you've got guts,"

"that place is very wicked,"

"no one dares to go near it at night!"

Lin Shen didn't explain,

waving the night view outside the window at the phone camera:

"Family, wait a moment and I'll show you what it means to truly 'dismantle a haunted house'!"

The number of people in the livestream room was still rising,

quickly breaking through 600,000.

The platform directly gave him a front-page recommendation,

with a resounding title:

"The ghost-slaying war god Lin Shen Sets Out Again! gold gatling gun Challenges Midnight Haunted House, Full Livestream!"

Half an hour later,

the taxi stopped at the end of a dirt road in the outskirts.

Before him was a dilapidated two-story building with peeling walls and windows covered in thick dust.

Half of a rotten wooden door hung at the entrance, and the words "Shen Residence" were carved on the lintel.

The script was twisted, looking as if written in blood.

The surroundings were overgrown with weeds, and a sinister wind blew in gusts, making the grass rustle—it was even more eerie than the abandoned hospital.

Lin Shen paid the fare, shouldered the gatling gun, and got out of the car.

Just as he reached the entrance, the System notification sounded:

[Detected Midnight Haunted House Core Ghost]:

[Century-old Fierce Ghost Shen Qingqiu]

[An executioner during the late Qing Dynasty while alive, turned into a fierce ghost after death.]

[Specializes in using a ghost blade to sever souls and can control all resentful spirits within the residence.]

[Additional Ghosts: Twenty-seven resentful spirits of those who died wrongfully (controlled by Shen Qingqiu, no independent consciousness)]

At the same time, a low, cold laugh came from inside the house,

the sound penetrating the wooden door with a bone-chilling coldness:

"Another one coming to seek death..."

Lin Shen directly kicked open the wooden door.

With a "clatter," the wooden door hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He walked into the courtyard shouldering the gatling gun and raised an eyebrow at the phone camera:

"Hear that? This ghost is quite arrogant. Today, I'll let it know what the number one biochemical killing machine is!"

The bullet chat instantly flooded the screen:

["!!! That cold laugh made my spine tingle! The Streamer didn't even change his expression?"]

["The door kick was awesome! The Streamer's Aura is even fiercer than a ghost's!"]

["Go in quickly! I can't wait to see the gatling gun fight a fierce ghost!"]

["The Top Supporter gifted another eighty Rockets! He said if the Streamer finishes this in ten minutes, he'll gift two hundred!"]

...The courtyard was filled with waist-high weeds, and over a dozen skeletons were scattered among them.

Some still gripped broken peach wood swords, and others had rusted copper coins embedded in the gaps of their bones.

They were clearly people who had tried to exorcise the evil before, only to end up as snacks for the fierce ghost.

Lin Shen glanced at the skeletons, his eyes turning cold:

"Don't worry, I'll avenge you today."

Just as he reached the door of the main room, over a dozen ghost blades glowing with green light suddenly flew out, their blades wrapped in black Qi, heading straight for his face!

Memories of being torn apart by ghosts in the hospital in his past life flooded his mind.

Instead of being afraid, Lin Shen became even more excited.

He directly activated "Ballistic Lock,"

aimed the muzzle at the incoming ghost blades, and pulled the trigger!

"Da da da da da—"

The gold gatling gun spat out tongues of fire, and the gilded bullets precisely struck every ghost blade.

Only the crisp sounds of "ding-ding dang-dang" were heard. The moment a ghost blade was hit by a bullet,

the black Qi instantly dissipated, and the blade snapped, falling to the ground and turning into black smoke.

The bullet's aftershocks swept through the weeds in the courtyard, instantly charring them,

and even the few small resentful spirits hiding in the grass were riddled with holes.

Shen Qingqiu's roar came from the main room:

"You seek death!"

Immediately after, twenty-seven blood-covered resentful spirits rushed out of the room.

Some were missing limbs, some had their bellies sliced open with intestines dragging on the ground,

their eyes were two black holes, and they let out shrill roars as they pounced toward Lin Shen.

These spirits were controlled by Shen Qingqiu, having long lost their reason, leaving only the instinct to kill.

Lin Shen sneered, activated "Area Splash," and swept the gatling gun's muzzle.

The gilded bullets formed a web of fire, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard.

The spirits were only halfway through their pounce when they were hit by the bullets.

Their bodies were instantly blown to pieces, black Qi rising from their wounds as they let out screams of agony.

"Watch closely, family. These are the controlled resentful spirits. Today, I won't just kill the fierce ghost; I'll also help set you free!"

Lin Shen shouted while firing, the bullets precisely avoiding the core souls of the spirits, only dispersing the black Qi controlling them.

Sure enough, the black Qi on the spirits hit by the bullets gradually dissipated, and their eyes regained a hint of clarity.

One of them, a girl wearing a Republican-era school uniform, looked at the gatling gun in Lin Shen's hand and spoke with a choked voice:

"Thank... thank you..."

After saying that, her body turned into a beam of white light, slowly ascending, completely liberated.

The other spirits were the same; after the black Qi dissipated, they all turned into white light and left.

Lin Shen became more proficient as he fought, the bullets of the gold gatling gun pouring out as if they cost nothing.

All twenty-seven spirits were rescued in less than five minutes.

Only charred weeds and skeletons remained in the courtyard.

The number of people in the livestream room broke through 800,000.

The bullet chat was scrolling so fast the image couldn't be seen clearly:

["!!! The Streamer's attention to detail is amazing! He actually only dispersed the black Qi and didn't hurt the souls!"]

["That Republican-era girl just now! Was she saying thank you? I'm crying!"]

["This is true ghost slaying! Not just killing evil, but saving the good! The Streamer's perspective has truly broadened!"]

["The Top Supporter directly gifted two hundred Rockets! He said the Streamer is a modern-day Living Bodhisattva!"]

["800,000 people online witnessing redemption! This livestream is so meaningful!"]

...Lin Shen shouldered the gatling gun and kicked open the door to the main room.

The room was pitch black.

Only on the grandmaster's chair in the center sat a man wearing late Qing Dynasty official robes, his face pale and his eyes blood-red.

He held a rusted ghost blade in his hand.

It was indeed the century-old fierce ghost Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu sneered, and the ghost blade in his hand suddenly grew larger.

The blade was wrapped in thick black mist, and the temperature of the entire room instantly dropped to the freezing point:

"You destroyed my Foundation and saved my spirits. Today, I will make your Soul Fly Away and Spirit Scattering!"

He swung the saber violently, and a huge black Saber Qi headed straight for Lin Shen.

Wherever the Saber Qi passed, the floor cracked into deep gullies, the walls were split with large fissures, and even the air was trembling.

Lin Shen's eyes narrowed, and he directly activated the "Divine Judgment" skill.

The gold gatling gun instantly upgraded.

The runes on the barrel lit up with a dazzling golden light.

The muzzle glowed with a holy white light, and the bullets' power increased a hundredfold!

"Da da da da da—"

He pulled the trigger, and the gilded bullets, wrapped in white light, shot toward the black Saber Qi like a waterfall.

With a loud boom, the Saber Qi was instantly blown apart, and the bullet aftershocks headed straight for Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu hadn't expected Lin Shen's firepower to be so fierce and hurriedly used his ghost blade to block.

But the gold gatling gun's bullets carried evil-breaking properties and a hundred times the damage, directly piercing through the ghost blade.

A bullet grazed his shoulder and struck a blood hole into his chest.

"Ah—"

Shen Qingqiu screamed in pain, black smoke rising from the blood hole in his chest.

He looked at Lin Shen in disbelief:

"What kind of weapon is this? How could it break my ghost blade!"

"Being backward means getting beaten. This is the power of technology!"

Lin Shen roared, charging forward with the gatling gun, aiming the muzzle at Shen Qingqiu's head.

Shen Qingqiu hurriedly got up to run,

but Lin Shen had activated "Ballistic Lock," and the bullets followed him as if they had eyes.

Shen Qingqiu dodged left and right in the room, tables and chairs being blown to pieces by the bullets.

The walls were riddled with holes, and even the dust on the beams fell in showers from the ballistic aftershocks.

He tried to escape through the wall,

but the gold gatling gun's bullets could ignore walls,

piercing directly through the wall to hit his back, creating another blood hole.

"You can't escape!"

Lin Shen fired as he pursued.

Shen Qingqiu's body was soon covered in blood holes, black Qi constantly rising from the wounds, his face growing paler and paler.

Knowing he couldn't win, he suddenly turned around, a small ghost blade appearing in his hand, heading straight for Lin Shen's phone camera.

He wanted to destroy the livestream equipment to make Lin Shen lose the support of his "audience."

But Lin Shen was already prepared, sidestepping the ghost blade,

and pulling the trigger at the same time, a burst of bullets directly piercing through Shen Qingqiu's wrist.

Shen Qingqiu's ghost blade fell to the ground, his wrist smoking with black Qi, unable to be raised again.

"You think I only know how to shoot ghosts?"

Lin Shen grinned and gave an OK sign to the phone camera:

"Family, don't be afraid. This guy can't hurt you!"

The livestream room exploded instantly:

["!!! The Streamer's reaction is so fast! He almost got ambushed by the ghost!"]

["Hahaha, is this fierce ghost too weak? He's being chased and beaten by the Streamer!"]

["If that saber had hit the lens just now, I definitely would have been startled! Streamer, protect our screen!"]

["The Top Supporter gifted three hundred Rockets! He said with this reaction speed, the Streamer could go pro!"]

["900,000 people! Streamer, kill this fierce ghost quickly and break a million!"]

...Lin Shen stopped talking and set the gatling gun on the ground, aiming the muzzle at Shen Qingqiu's head and pulling the trigger.

"Da da da da da—"

The gilded bullets, wrapped in white light, shot frantically at Shen Qingqiu.

He didn't even have time to scream before his head was turned into a honeycomb, and his body was instantly torn apart by the ballistic aftershocks, turning into a cloud of black smoke.

In the black smoke, countless small white lights flew out.

These were the souls of the twenty-seven intruders devoured by Shen Qingqiu.

They circled in the air once, bowed to Lin Shen, and then slowly dissipated, completely liberated.

When the last wisp of black smoke dissipated, the System notification sounded:

[Congratulations to Host Lin Shen for successfully slaying the century-old fierce ghost Shen Qingqiu and rescuing the souls of the twenty-seven victims, completing the "Midnight Haunted House" dungeon.]

[Reward: gatling gun Upgrade · Ten Thousand Ghosts Extinction (Deals thousand-fold damage to ghost groups, with a purification effect.)]

[Unlocked new scene: Bloody Campus (Choice to proceed or not). Livestream popularity has broken one million; obtained the title "ghost-slaying war god."]

Lin Shen put down the gatling gun and waved at the phone camera.

Sweat ran down his cheeks, but he smiled exceptionally brightly:

"Family, it's done! Midnight Haunted House, cleared!"

The livestream room boiled over instantly; the number of people broke one million, and gift effects piled from the top of the screen to the bottom. The platform officially popped up a banner—

[Congratulations to Streamer Lin Shen. The number of online viewers has broken one million, making him the platform's first top-tier "Ghost-Slaying" streamer!]

The bullet chat flooded the screen frantically:

["Awesome! A million viewers witnessed the birth of the ghost-slaying war god!"]

["I'm crying! Those devoured people are finally free! The Streamer has immense Karma!"]

["gatling gun YYDS! Fierce ghosts are just little brothers in front of the gatling gun!"]

["The Top Supporter directly gifted five hundred Rockets! He said he'll cover the Streamer's livestream expenses for a year!"]

["Bloody Campus! Streamer, hurry to the Bloody Campus! We haven't seen enough!"]

["In the future, whoever says ghosts are scary, I'll slap Lin Shen's livestream replay on their face! When the gatling gun sounds, all ghosts go cold!"]

["The Streamer is my god! I'm going to be a fan for life!"]

...Lin Shen looked at the screen full of "Awesome" and "War God," picked up his phone, and filmed the Midnight Haunted House behind the camera.

The originally eerie and dilapidated building now looked exceptionally peaceful under the moonlight, and the bloodstains on the walls gradually faded away.

The weeds began to wither, as if all evil had been purified by the gold gatling gun's bullets.

Shouldering the upgraded gold gatling gun, he turned and walked out of the Shen Residence.

Behind him was the now-peaceful Midnight Haunted House, without a trace of a strange Aura left.

And his livestream, because of this "Midnight Haunted House Ghost-Slaying Battle," directly hit the number one spot on the trending searches across the entire internet.

The topics #LinShenGatlingGunSlaysCenturyOldFierceGhost# and #OneMillionViewersWatchGhostSlayingOnline# saw their view counts instantly break 100 million.

Just as Lin Shen reached the end of the dirt road, he saw a luxury car driving toward him.

The car window rolled down, and a man in a suit leaned out, holding a contract:

"Mr. Lin, I am the platform manager. I'd like to sign an exclusive livestream contract with you. An annual salary of 100 million, how about it?"

Lin Shen smiled and shook his head, pointing at the phone camera:

"No rush, I still have to take my family to the next dungeon."

He shouldered the gatling gun and walked toward the direction of the Bloody Campus, his back looking exceptionally upright under the moonlight.

In the livestream room, a million viewers were still frantically typing "War God."

And his gold gatling gun was already poised and ready,

prepared to welcome the next even more satisfying ghost-slaying battle.

After all, for Lin Shen,

slaying all ghosts with a gatling gun,

setting all the wrongfully dead free,

and letting the family in the livestream room watch with satisfaction was the most enjoyable thing.

And this was just the beginning.