The props informed him.
To perfectly clear the instance—he must find Song Jincheng.
Originally, Yuan Wen was still thinking about who Song Jincheng was.
What if this person never appeared throughout the entire instance?
But after the program started, all questions were resolved, saving him the effort of searching.
The task of achieving a perfect clearance stood right before him.
However, Yuan Wen was now more curious; the props told him that Song Jincheng’s husband had died, yet who was the person appearing before everyone these past few days?
Did Song Jincheng not know he wasn’t his husband?
If he did know, did that mean he was a promiscuous person, someone he could easily win over?
If he didn’t know—
Could he kill that man and replace him?
As long as he maintained the appearance of being his husband, it wouldn’t matter who was inside, right?
After Master Yuande completed the rites for the deceased, several staff members attempted to carry the body outside, awaiting the police’s arrival.
They did not expect that as soon as they touched the body, it dissipated.
The bloodstains on the ground also vanished completely, as if nothing had ever happened.
In the end, everyone returned to the living room to discuss the matter together.
Meanwhile, Song Jincheng, feeling weakened from fear, returned to his bedroom.
Once back in his room, he collapsed onto the bed.
“Little assistant, I don’t want to stay here anymore.”
Song Jincheng really could not adapt to the horror instance; he felt that soon he would be mentally exhausted.
Afterwards, he did not return to the filming site, and everything was monitored by the servants in the villa.
When night fell,
A knock on the door woke the sleeping Song Jincheng.
“Sir, it’s time for dinner.”
“Got it.”
Song Jincheng replied sleepily.
Perhaps due to the events of the afternoon, everyone in the production team was in a bad mood, and the atmosphere in the villa was exceedingly heavy.
Throughout dinner, hardly anyone spoke until the clock in the villa chimed.
It was eight o’clock; the live broadcast should have started by now.
However, the live streaming did not continue that evening; the director was cautioned that certain footage could not be aired.
Thus, the director ultimately opted for a recorded broadcast, intending to cut out the unshareable moments later.
“If we wait a bit longer, we can check the bathroom; maybe we will find something.”
Quan Shang had been pondering the conditions that triggered the ghost’s killing spree since he saw the body.
If it were indiscriminate murder, it wouldn’t make sense that only one person had died so far.
That meant it had to be conditional killing.
What exactly did that person do to provoke such cruelty from the ghost?
Everyone was at a loss.
Zhao Yi was merely an amateur and hadn’t said much since encountering a real ghost.
Yuande had barely participated in the tasks.
Yuan Wen’s presence was weak to the point where others acted as if he didn’t exist.
And Ren Huan seemed to watch the show like an audience member.
Throughout the entire program, only Quan Shang was seriously trying to capture the ghost and resolve the situation.
Downstairs, the guests were preparing to uncover the ghost’s motive for murder.
Upstairs, Song Jincheng, still shaken, prepared to take a bath and relax.
Once in the bathroom, he locked the door, started running hot water, and got ready to bathe,
but for some reason, he felt a scorching gaze fixed on her.
After looking around, Song Jincheng confirmed there was no one in the bathroom.
The naive little fool thought he was just being overly sensitive.
He never considered that a gaze was indeed watching her—
not just one.
As Song Jincheng was halfway through undressing, he was abruptly interrupted by the little assistant.
“Host! Don’t take off your clothes! Put them back on and go find those guests!”
The dumbfounded little fool completely trusted the assistant.
He immediately picked up his clothes and began to get dressed again.
But just as he was halfway through, the clothes suddenly got stuck.
It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping them, leaving the fabric snagged on his shoulders.
“Uh, the clothes…”
Song Jincheng tried to evade the already suspected truth and refused to acknowledge that there was a ghost in the bathroom.
“I can’t get this on; I need to go downstairs for something…”
He muttered to herself, moving his steps toward the door.
Suddenly,
a crisp sound echoed in the bathroom.
He had locked the door herself and needed to turn the small lock before he could exit.
But the ghost clearly did not give him another chance to open the door.
He was pulled back with great force.
A chilling sensation gripped his waist.
Behind his was the equally cold sink.
There was no escape.
“Please let me go, sob sob, I haven’t done anything wrong; please don’t kill me, sob sob.”
Fear shattered Song Jincheng’s psychological defences.
Tears fell freely like they were worth nothing.
Behind Song Jincheng,
the mirror suddenly turned blood-red, as if something were about to crawl out.
A mass of red, resembling yarn, drew closer.
Just as it was about to emerge, it seemed to see something horrifying.
It swiftly shrank back.
The unseen male ghost, or rather the deceased Wei Xun, shifted his gaze from the mirror,
settling on the little wife he had trapped in front of him.
Before, he had felt nothing for this little wife.
But the day after his death, upon seeing him for the first time in his ghostly form,
he was captivated.
It felt like recovering a precious treasure.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away.
All day long, he devoured other monsters, hoping to transform into a tangible form as soon as possible.
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