Chapter 475 - 484
A faint, almost imperceptible sense of threat made the female ghost shudder. Her eerie, floating figure seemed to flicker, on the verge of shattering.
The female ghost froze, no longer trying to float forward to warn the old man. But in the livestream chat, the viewers watched this scene in horror.
Any livestream connected to Su Nian’s would develop a strange magnetic field, allowing viewers to see most ghosts. Right now, the every move of these two ghosts was being watched by hundreds of thousands of people.
But the man at the center of it all, the old man, remained completely oblivious.
The old man carefully picked up the bones and placed them in a plastic bag. When the first bag was full, he pulled a second one from his pocket.
He periodically wiped the sweat from his brow. Searching for a ghost’s bones in such a bizarre setting was both strange and terrifying, but he had no other choice.
When the old man finally finished gathering the bones and looked up, he once again felt a cold chill wash over him.
He didn’t think much of it, assuming it was because the female ghost was nearby. In reality, he hadn’t noticed that the female ghost had silently distanced herself from him, unwilling to get any closer.
"Alright, where do you want me to put these bones?"
The female ghost silently pointed off to the side, and the old man walked in that direction.
"So if I put these away nicely, I can leave, right?"
the old man asked, but there was no reply from behind him.
The old man’s figure grew more and more distant from the phone’s camera, until he was just a blurry dot.
"Mmm..."
A faint, barely audible "mmm" seemed to drift from behind him.
The old man didn’t think much of it. ’Maybe this ghost just doesn’t want to walk with a living person like me,’ he thought.
’I’ve heard that ghosts have a strong Dark Aura, while men have strong vital energy. Maybe it’s afraid I’ll overwhelm it.’
The old man walked a little farther, found a suitable spot, and laid the skeletal remains down.
He arranged them neatly, strictly following the shape of a human body.
’This should be good enough. Can I go home now?’
"Can I leave now?"
Once again, a faint, indistinct "mmm" drifted from behind him.
Seemingly taking this as confirmation, the old man didn’t hesitate. He immediately turned around and decided to pack up his things and go home.
The old man thought to himself: ’Old lady, you will not believe the terrifying thing that happened to me today!!!’
’Who would’ve thought I’d go out for a perfectly normal fishing trip and end up catching a ghost? I’m finally getting away from it all. I can’t wait to be home!’
The old man couldn’t help but break into a run. His back felt colder and colder, and somehow heavier.
He ran all the way back to his night-fishing spot and, in a blind panic, started packing his things, not even taking a moment to say hello to Su Nian on the screen.
He was completely focused on packing, but he subconsciously rubbed his shoulders and neck.
"My back and shoulders feel a little sore."
he muttered to himself. Meanwhile, the viewers in the livestream chat, who had seen everything...
...were frozen. The bullet comments were completely blank. Not a single person dared to say a word.
They watched as the ghost slowly climbed onto the old man’s shoulders, its pair of pitch-black, eerie hands resting on them.
Its head slowly nuzzled against the old man’s, its chin resting on the crown of his head, while its hands remained on his shoulders. It just floated there, clinging to the old man’s back.
Yet the old man didn’t notice anything was wrong.
After a long moment, a viewer tried to warn him in the bullet comments: "Sir, there’s something dirty on your back."
The old man just nonchalantly patted his back.
"Probably just got some mud on it when I was digging earlier."
The helpful viewer: ...
The old man looked at his screen, a bit puzzled. The bullet comments, which had been bustling with activity just a moment ago, now showed only that one sentence.
He even checked the viewer count. Yep, still hundreds of thousands. ’So why is only one person sending comments?’
Seeing that someone had broken the silence, the other viewers also wanted to warn the old man.
But they abruptly noticed that the ghost, its chin still resting on the old man’s head, was now slowly pulling its lips back into a grin, revealing a set of sharp, white teeth.
Clinging to those teeth were bits of scarlet flesh, a horrifying and grotesque sight.