Kapitel 14: Chapter 14: Little Snail Horn, Toot-toot-toot!
""Do you guys use scripts for your live streams?"
"Of course, how can we do live streams without a script?"
Holding a few pages of A4 paper bound together as a "script," Xu Yang curiously asked, "So when Taozi had dance live streams where her shoulder strap broke, and her breast was exposed… the wardrobe malfunction was scripted?"
The cameraman laughed but didn't respond.
He pointed to the script and explained the "story background" of the live stream: the rumored "school supernatural events" that had occurred there.
"We'll start the live stream at 12 o'clock sharp."
"By then, you hide in the grade three classroom behind…"
"We will explore the classrooms one by one. When we enter the grade three classroom, you'll burst out."
With that said,
He ran to the car and fetched a set of clothes and a ghost mask.
The clothes were covered with strips of fabric and had some small bells tied to them, making a jingling sound as one walked.
The ghost mask had a green face and fierce fangs. Feeling soft and flexible, it was clearly not a cheap item you'd find at a street stall for a few dollars.
"Act your part well. Taozi promised that if the live stream was successful, she'd give you a thousand dollars in compensation."
Checking the time, the cameraman said, "It's 3 minutes to 12 o'clock. Hurry up and hide…"
Xu Yang put on the clothes and ghost mask and headed towards the back of the school campus.
There were two rows of classrooms inside the campus, with the front row divided into two buildings.
One building had three rooms, one of which was the office, another was the school's "cultural and sports classroom," which stored books and sports equipment such as iron rings, jump ropes, soccer balls, and basketballs.
There was also a "multimedia" classroom.
Calling it multimedia may have been an exaggeration; probably there were only a few donated computers inside, which students occasionally used to practice turning on and off.
The other three rooms were for first, second, and fifth-grade classes, respectively.
Metal tags marked the classrooms on the doors, but they had rusted due to age.
There were also three rooms at the back.
These were for the fourth and third-grade classrooms.
The classrooms were adjacent to each other. At the corner near the wall was a "storage room" for the school's tools, such as brooms and janitorial supplies. Of course, its main function was storing coal for the winter.
Rural schools had no heating system, so they had to rely on stoves and burn coal to keep warm during winter.
Xu Yang hadn't forgotten the main purpose of his visit.
Playing the ghost was just incidental.
Leaning against the window of the "fourth-grade" classroom, he used his phone's flashlight to illuminate the room.
The glass on the window had long been shattered, leaving shards on the windowsill.
Inside the classroom, it was empty except for a few dusty desks. The walls showed clear signs of having been burned.
This was the very classroom where the incident had occurred.
Xu Yang then looked at the classroom door.
The door was slightly ajar.
The once green-painted metal door had turned dark brown due to oxidation and rust.
As the flashlight shone on it, it looked like dried bloodstains.
It was the height of summer now.
Yet Xu Yang felt an icy chill coming from inside the classroom.
Having practiced the Divine Ascension Scripture, Xu Yang understood that this was due to long-term inhabitation of Yin spirits and malevolent beings in the classroom.
"Seems like what I read online is true… there really are ghosts here…"
Anyway, Taozi hadn't started her live stream yet, so Xu Yang took a stroll inside the storage room next door.
Inside, there were heaps of miscellaneous items and remnants of coal at one corner.
Next to the coal was an iron hammer, which was probably used to break the coal back in the day.
Xu Yang picked up the hammer and weighed it in his hand.
It was quite hefty!
The hammer's handle was a hard iron tube, about a foot long, welded firmly to the hammerhead.
"Nice!"
"When I come out wearing the ghost mask and waving the iron hammer menacingly, the show's effect is guaranteed to be great!"
Xu Yang, holding the iron hammer, slipped into the "third-grade" classroom.
The third-grade classroom was similar to the fourth grade one, except that the walls had no burn marks. Scattered wooden desks and chairs filled the room, and the teacher's podium and blackboard were relatively well-preserved. Dust-covered portraits of famous people and quotes still hung on the walls.
At the back of the classroom was a "learning area," which could be considered a crude blackboard display.
It featured students' outstanding assignments and artwork, some of which had been torn off, with remnants still stuck on.
Xu Yang crouched down in the far corner of the classroom, took out his phone, and opened Taozi's live stream.
She had already resumed broadcasting.
With the help of powerful beauty filters, all of Taozi's flaws were concealed as she flaunted her sexy figure in front of the camera, her fair skin captivating the eye.
Her tone was a mixture of coquettishness, feigned nervousness, and a touch of mystery as she addressed the camera, "Family in the live broadcast room, we have arrived at the rumored Dawa Elementary School. It's currently June 19th, 2023, 23:57 at night, almost midnight."
"Some new friends might ask, why do we choose this time to live broadcast?"
"Because midnight is the time when the yin and yang intersect. It is said that at this time, yin entities and malevolent beings come out to hunt. This is the time when it is easiest to encounter ghosts!"
"Alright, please follow Taozi as we explore together..."
She then "cautiously" entered the school's "office" and deliberately created a tense atmosphere throughout, making sounds like "ah" and "ya" from time to time, stirring the emotions of many lsp viewers.
Especially since she had a great figure.
The clothes she wore prominently displayed her "career line."
Every time she was "frightened," she quivered vigorously, her fair skin making quite a sight.
"Tsk, tsk!"
Xu Yang marveled .
No wonder this woman became popular!
Soon.
Footsteps sounded .
It seemed that Taozi and her team had finished "exploring" the front row of classrooms and were now walking towards the back row.
Xu Yang put away his phone and gripped the hammer tightly.
According to the "script," Taozi and her team would come to the third-grade classroom next, and all he had to do was rush out.
Taozi would be so scared that she would run away in a panic, and Xu Yang would symbolically chase her for a while. In her "confusion," she would choose to go offline, thus attracting more views and attention.
At this moment.
A burst of reading rang out from the neighboring classroom.
"Inscription on the West Forest Wall, Su Shi."
"Seen from one side, it's a ridge; from another, it's a peak, with varying views from near and far, high and low."
"Unaware of Mount Lu's true face, simply because we're in the midst of it."
Xu Yang couldn't help but say, "Not bad, this female anchor knows how to create a good live streaming effect; her arrangements are spot on..."
"Wait!"
"This reading, it sounds like several kids are reading together, I didn't see anyone in the fourth-grade classroom just now!"
"Is it a pre-arranged sound equipment set up by them..."
"Or real ghosts???"
Xu Yang tightly gripped the hammer in his hand .
He couldn't trust his judgment and had to wait for the female host's next move.
At this moment.
Taozi and her group also heard the reading.
The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room suddenly increased!
"Holy shit!"
"The sound of reading!"
"There are really ghosts!"
"Wife, run quickly..."
A cold chill surged from the soles of their feet to their heads!
Taozi gritted her teeth, trembling, not knowing whether her reaction was real or fake as she looked at her assistant and whispered, "What's going on?"
Assistant: "....."
The young assistant had no idea what was happening.
Could it be true, as the rumors said, that this school was haunted?
Impossible!
This can't be!
There are no ghosts in the world, haven't we explored so many rumored haunted places and never encountered a ghost?
She comforted herself like this, whispering back, "Could it be the one pretending to be a ghost who caused this?"
Just then.
The reading suddenly changed to a nursery rhyme.
"Little conch horn, blowing drip by drip."
"The seagulls spread their wings and fly upon hearing it."
"Little conch horn, blowing drip by drip."
"The waves laugh softly upon hearing it..."
Geschenke
-- Geschenk
erhalten Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein