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Chapter 409 Infiltration
—To be honest, Mi Jing has always considered herself a top streamer.

Although he only has a few thousand fans, his monthly income is meager and he relies entirely on his family for support, and even his girlfriend doesn't seem to like him much, he still firmly believes that he is a great streamer.

All difficulties are temporary, and all setbacks can be overcome. Given time, I will definitely get a million followers and show you!

Those who despise me and insult me, I'll make them all kneel down and sing "Conquer"!

Imagining the prosperous future, Mi Jing wrapped her coat tighter around herself, and whether it was her imagination or not, she felt the surroundings growing colder.

You can't blame him; after all, he's tried many methods to attract attention.

Mukbang, silliness, goofiness, Down syndrome.
This time, they finally chose a cemetery for the paranormal adventure.

However, he still had some intelligence. Although this place was supposed to be a memorial cemetery, it didn't contain many famous people. It only buried some revolutionaries from the late Qing Dynasty. Naturally, the city didn't allocate much funding, and now the huge cemetery was extremely desolate, with only the eerie wind echoing and some kind of birds and beasts making faint but continuous cries.

At first glance, this place looks just like the legendary haunted land.

But Mi Jing wasn't afraid at all; on the contrary, she became even more excited.

There is no other reason.

This time, the number of views has reached a new high!

—It was definitely the right choice!
Watching the barrage of comments constantly scrolling across the screen, Mi Jing felt increasingly excited.

Although most people just watch for fun and don't even tip, what's that saying again?

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step! As long as you get off to a good start, why worry about not getting a lot of traffic later on?

"Brothers, let's give it a shot! Once we get enough gifts, I'll keep exploring deeper—and let me tell you, this is a notoriously haunted place in the city, I'm taking a huge risk this time."

However, there were some people in the comments who didn't get along with him.

"Host, why does my search result show this as a memorial cemetery in TY City?"

Are there still such serious people in this world?

Mi Jing was taken aback, then quickly retorted.

"This is indeed a memorial cemetery, but it's full of wandering souls, so..."

But another person immediately countered in the comments.

"But I just looked it up on Baidu, and these are all the revolutionary martyrs buried here, aren't they?"

Are these guys deliberately here to cause trouble?
However, before he could refute, those people started spamming again.

"Filming videos in a martyrs' cemetery? Are you desperate for fame?"

"Any locals here, can anyone contact the police station to report this?"

"Why bother with that? Just report it to the platform."

"Report to the platform +1".

"Report to the platform +2".

"Report to the platform +3".

"Report to the platform +4".

"Brothers, I've submitted it. Did I do it correctly?"

Looking at these guys who seemed to enjoy making things worse, Mi Jing felt a surge of anger rising to his head—but these were potential bread and butter sources, so he could only swallow his anger and bear it.

He quickly put on a smile again.

"Brothers, don't get me wrong. These are indeed the graves of revolutionaries, but they have little to do with us. They were all people from the Qing Dynasty. Otherwise, how could this place be so desolate?"

"So, revolutionaries from the Qing Dynasty can be blasphemed at will? I've reported it."

"Report +1"

"Report +2"

"Report +3"

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Mi Jing's veins were throbbing as he watched, but amidst the barrage of comments, he caught a glimpse of something different.

"Hey streamer, what's that thing next to you?"

The characters were deep red, even appearing somewhat mournful.

Is this guy deliberately trying to scare people?
But Mi Jing still turned her head to look, and then
Suddenly, I was filled with fear and shock.

Right next to him, an old woman had appeared, though he didn't know when.

In the dim light of the streetlamp, the old woman's exact appearance was unclear, but she must have been quite old. She was leaning on a cane, her body hunched over, and looking at him with cloudy eyes.

In an instant, countless ghost stories from childhood to adulthood flashed through her mind—thinking of the tragic fates of those victims, Mi Jing felt a wetness in her crotch.

The old woman stared at him for a while, then slowly spoke.

"Young man, what are you doing in the cemetery so late at night?"

—That's it, this is the standard opening scene of a vengeful ghost seeking revenge!
Mi Jing stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence, but just as he was about to urinate, the old woman spoke again.

“You bunch of young people always do weird things. You have nothing better to do than wander around the cemetery. Let me tell you, the cemetery is already closed. You'd better leave while the lights are still on.”

What?
A question mark popped into Mi Jing's mind, and she blurted it out.

"you are?"

The old lady's gaze at that moment was as if she were looking at a lunatic.

"A cemetery keeper, huh? You think I'm like you, without a proper job?"

Mi Jing froze on the spot for a moment, while the old lady glanced at him a couple more times, then smacked her lips, put her hands behind her back, and walked back.

The four large characters "Cemetery Management" on the back of the vest shone brightly under the streetlights.

"I feel like I'm a complete idiot, really."

Mi Jing glanced at her phone and, as expected, found it was flooded with a bunch of mocking comments.

—Well, at least it gets some traffic, right?

Quickly composing herself, Mi Jing smiled and spoke again.

"That was just a minor accident, brothers, wait a moment, let me..."

However, another blood-red barrage of comments flashed by.

"Hey streamer, look next to you, what's that?"

You son of a bitch, do you think I'd fall for your tricks again?

Despite saying that, Mi Jing still glanced discreetly to the side.

Nothing there, safe.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put on a smile, and was about to say something to that person—when the red text flashed by again.

"Hey streamer, look what's next to you?" Is this never going to end?
Mi Jing is human too, and he gets angry just like everyone else. Moreover, he has the pride of a 'big streamer,' so he finally couldn't help but speak up.

"I'm telling you, if you keep sending these kinds of comments, I'll permanently ban you!"

Otherwise.

The crimson barrage of comments didn't stop; instead, it grew even more numerous.

"Hey streamer, look what's next to you?"

"Hey streamer, look what's next to you?"

"Hey streamer, look what's next to you?"

In just a few seconds, the red color had filled the entire screen.

At this moment, Mi Jing finally sensed that something was wrong.

He frantically tried to close the software, but for some reason, it was stuck there like glue. He immediately tried to turn off the phone, but even after he had almost pried the button off, it still wouldn't shut down.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and smashed his phone on the ground with all his might!
The screen hit the weed-covered bluestone, flickered a few times, and finally went dark.

But before Mi Jing could breathe a sigh of relief, the screen suddenly lit up again, and a sound like a scream came from it.

"Hey streamer, look what's next to you?"

"Hey streamer, look what's next to you?!"

"Hey streamer, look what's next to you?!"

In the end, it became like a mournful scream.

Mi Jing was no longer able to move. Overwhelmed by fear, he trembled and glanced to the side.

A pale and strange face was staring intently at him.

Then, he opened his mouth and let out that silent laugh.

It’s over.

This time, heat finally rose from his crotch, and Mi Jing's final thought was...

—Dad, Mom, wife, if I survive this, I will definitely find a proper job and never become some kind of lousy live streamer again!

However, at that moment, a voice suddenly spoke up behind him.

"In the middle of the night, is he crazy, running around in a cemetery like that?"

what?
Before he could react, he felt a foot kick him hard in the buttocks, and then he felt as if he were flying through the air.

The strange face tried to scream, but then a hand grabbed it and applied a little force.

The thing that almost killed Mi Jing was reduced to ashes.

Mi Jing turned her head and saw only an ordinary face in the dim light.

Then, she fainted.

Zhou You really didn't expect that after rushing to his destination, he would encounter such a mess.

"There are so many people courting death these days. Sneaking into a cemetery at night? Or a half-abandoned graveyard? Do they really think they have too much time on their hands?"

He shook his head, looking at the unconscious Mi Jing, not intending to pay any attention to him—after all, there were people patrolling the cemetery, and this guy, dressed so thickly, wouldn't freeze to death anytime soon—but just as he was shaking his hand, intending to shake off the human face remnants, he suddenly froze.

Then, he lowered his head and examined it carefully.

Originally, he thought he had just stumbled upon some kind of wandering ghost or evil spirit that was harming people—though rare in this degenerate age, it wasn't entirely nonexistent—but after taking a closer look, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

This thing is pitifully weak, but it seems, perhaps, should, probably, possibly.
Is it some kind of supernatural disturbance?

"Wait a minute, how did this thing get into reality?"

Zhou You watched the dust drift away in the wind, his face showing an expression as if he had eaten feces.

"Is it something that already exists in reality, or did I bring it out because of my temporary departure this time?"

After thinking it over for a long time, Zhou You still couldn't come up with any clues, so he simply put it aside for the time being.

—Forget it, this mission has a time limit, and even if it really is related to me, I can probably handle it by finishing this script.

He hurried towards the depths of the cemetery, but before leaving, Zhou You glanced at Mi Jing's phone.

The device wasn't turned off, and there were no blood-red bullet comments; there was only a broken screen and a line of small text below.

'Number of viewers watching online: 0'

That's a kind of horror, isn't it?
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The cemetery wasn't large; after circling around a few times, Zhou You found the burial grounds.

As he expected, weeds were everywhere. Although there were signs of tidying up, since there were only a few elderly people working at the cemetery, they could only do a simple cleaning on weekdays and couldn't manage anything else.

Stepping on the uneven ground, Zhou You glanced around and saw Feng Qianlin's burial place.

—A small cemetery, occupying just over a meter of land, with an even more ordinary stone tablet in the middle, on which Feng Qianlin's name and style name are engraved in simple strokes.

Zhou You was once again certain that this was not the same experience he had in his script.

Even if Feng Qianlin died, he still had his colleagues in the Revolutionary Party. Even if his colleagues didn't care about him, he still had close friends like Chen Xun. And at the very least, his elder brother was still alive at the time. Given their relationship, there was no way they would have watched Feng Qianlin's grave fall into such a state.

But the name is indeed correct, and
Looking at this tomb, Zhou You always felt a sense of familiarity, and even a slight sadness.

He gently tapped the tombstone, pondered for a few seconds, then took out a pack of cigarettes, lit them, and stuck them into the soil in front of him.

Even if the person in this tomb is not the same one he experienced, at least they all sacrificed for a new era, and they are all worthy of respect in any case.

After using incense instead of cigarettes, Zhou You looked at the lifeless tomb and hesitated again.

But the question is, what should we do next?
Feng Qianlin said he left himself a letter, but didn't tell him how to find it. He couldn't possibly rely on Chen Xun—it was already after 2000; even if Chen Xun were alive, he'd probably be ashes by now.
Should we dig up this grave?

Indeed, it was just a cenotaph; there were no real remains inside. And given Feng Erye's personality, he definitely wouldn't mind if I dug up his grave—but I couldn't be sure, and I couldn't get over it in my heart.
Otherwise.

Just as Zhou You was struggling with this, he suddenly remembered something.

He rummaged through his backpack and found a piece of human bone—the very culprit that Feng Qianlin had given him before parting and forced him to write the script.

The moment the bone was taken out, it suddenly moved and emitted a faint, hazy light, as if it had identified its target and pulled Zhou You toward it.

Finally, when the skeleton came into contact with the tomb, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The weed-covered ground suddenly transformed into smooth marble, and the dusty tombstones became bright and clean. Incense smoke curled and candlelight flickered everywhere—it had become a proper family cemetery.

At the innermost part of the altar, however, was not an offering, but a letter that had already turned yellow as the faint light of the bones appeared.

Zhou You was only stunned for a moment before quickly snatching the letter away—just a few seconds later, the light on the bone suddenly went out, and everything returned to its original desolate and dilapidated state.

"What was that just now? A hallucination, or something else?"

But soon, Zhou You shook his head, giving up on dwelling on these things, and casually unfolded the letter.

What caught my eye was Feng Qianlin's familiar handwriting.

"Those who are ordained by Heaven, seeing this letter is as seeing myself."

(End of this chapter)