The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Chen Hao glanced at the screen; several related topics were trending: #BaotianchengBuildingASealedOff#, #PengchengTycoonFallsToHisFall#, #BaotianchengHaunted#. Each one was followed by the word "Boiling".

While eating a steamed bun, Chen Siyao scrolled through the comments: "Brother, look at this one—'A friend of mine is a ghost-hunting streamer. Last night, he sneaked into Building A to stream, but he hasn't come out yet and isn't replying to messages.' A lot of people are asking if it's true."

Yang Wanqing leaned over to look: "I saw this too. Someone said that the streamer's live stream suddenly stopped last night. Before it stopped, the screen was full of black fog, and then they heard him shout 'What is that?' and then it was gone."

Chen Siyao scrolled to the screenshot of that comment. The image was blurry, showing only black, but the discussion in the comment section was very lively:

"I follow that streamer; he's quite professional and wouldn't disappear without a trace."

"He went in at 11 p.m. last night, and it's been 12 hours now. I saw that the call could go through, but no one answered."

"Holy crap, this can't be real, right?"

"What exactly is on those three floors of Building A?"

"Oh no, that streamer is probably in big trouble."

Chen Siyao looked up, her face pale: "Brother, did a streamer really go in?"

Chen Hao put down his chopsticks and said calmly, "The feng shui formation has been broken. The yin energy in that building is dozens of times stronger than outside. An ordinary person would be affected in no time if they went in. At best, they would experience hallucinations; at worst, they would fall into a coma. Even a feng shui master might not be able to leave unscathed."

Yang Wanqing swallowed hard: "That, that anchor..."

Chen Hao's tone was calm. "As long as he didn't go to the top floor, he should still be alive."

Chen Siyao quickly scrolled through the comments section, trying to see if there was any news about the streamer. Some said they had called but no one answered, some said the police had already gone in to search and rescue, and others said they had seen an ambulance downstairs. Chen Siyao continued reading the comments.

"Brother, someone saw the ambulance!" Chen Siyao handed over her phone.

"Some patrol officers tried to go in, but they quickly came back out; they couldn't provide any assistance."

"This streamer is a complete idiot; he's already banned the thread, yet he's still courting death."

"No way..."

"He brought it on himself, knowing it was haunted but still going in."

"It's a complete waste of police resources."

"Do you have any conscience? Their lives are hanging in the balance, and you're just making sarcastic remarks?"

The comments section was in an uproar.

Chen Siyao exited that comment and scrolled down. The discussion about the ghost was increasing. Some people said they felt something was wrong near Building A, some said they felt a chill down their back when passing by Building A, and some even posted photos of the 29th, 30th, and 31st floors of Building A—there were blurry black shadows behind the windows, but they couldn't see what they were.

"Brother, look at this." Chen Siyao handed over her phone.

Chen Hao glanced at it but didn't say anything.

Yang Wanqing leaned closer: "What are these dark figures? Are they those spirits?"

Chen Hao put down his phone: "Okay."

"What if they run out?"

"Not for now." Chen Hao's tone was calm. "They are attracted by that banner and will not leave those three levels for the time being."

"That banner?" Chen Siyao was taken aback. "What banner?"

Chen Hao did not answer. He stood up, cleared away the bowls and chopsticks, and went into the kitchen.

Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes. But they didn't press for answers and continued scrolling through their phones.

Discussions about Chen Hao also appeared in the comments section.

"I remember Chen Shangshen lived in this complex! On the top floor of Building B!"

"Yes, yes, yes! The High God resides in Treasure City! I saw him during the previous live stream!"

"Is the High God here? Could the High God please go and check on Building A?"

"@Chen Hao, God, please save me!"

"@Chen Hao, God of War, Building A is haunted. Can you please help resolve this?"

"Stop tagging me, the gods aren't exorcists."

"The Supreme Deity can do everything! Have you forgotten how he cured cancer with his incantation therapy?"

More and more people started tagging Chen Siyao's account, some asking about the situation, some asking for help, and some just wanting to know what had happened.

After seeing these messages, Chen Siyao hesitated for a moment, then opened her fan group and sent a message:

"Don't worry, everyone. My brother found out last night. He said he'll deal with it around noon today."

The moment the message was sent, the group chat exploded:

"The High God is about to make a move? That's great!"

"Yaoyao, please be careful!"

"The High God is going at noon? Isn't it still very dangerous before noon?"

"Don't panic, God said he would handle it, and he will."

"Can Yao Yao do a live stream? We want to see her exorcise ghosts!"

Yang Wanqing, who was watching from the side, suddenly said, "Yaoyao, look at this comment."

Chen Siyao leaned closer; it was a comment with a lot of likes:

"I live in Building C of Baotian City. I didn't sleep at all last night. There was a constant noise coming from Building A. It wasn't an ordinary sound, it was... how should I put it, it was like something was making a sound, not a human's sound, not an animal's sound, it was the kind of sound that sent chills down your spine. I recorded it, you can listen to it."

An audio clip was attached below. Chen Siyao hesitated for a moment, then didn't dare to click on it.

"Don't listen," Chen Hao's voice came from the kitchen.

Chen Siyao was startled: "Brother, how did you know what I was looking at?"

"Your expression makes it clear you're about to do something stupid." Chen Hao came out carrying a plate of cut fruit and placed it on the coffee table. "Don't listen to that, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing obediently put down their phones and started eating fruit.

Outside the window, the sunlight grew brighter. The patrol car was still parked downstairs at Building A, and the police tape was still in place. But as the sunlight shone on the windows of Building A, the shadows seemed to fade somewhat.

Chen Siyao glanced at the clock on the wall—9:30.

Two and a half hours left.

Chen Siyao stood by the window, looking in the direction of Building A. The sunlight was already quite bright, but behind the windows of the 29th, 30th, and 31st floors of Building A, vague dark shadows could still be seen. They moved behind the windows, sometimes gathering together, sometimes dispersing, as if waiting for something.

Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing exchanged a glance but neither spoke.

Her phone vibrated again. Chen Siyao picked it up and saw that the fan group had exploded:

"Someone has taken a picture of the window on the 29th floor of Building A! Look!"

The accompanying photo is taken from a distance. When zoomed in, you can see a black object stuck to the glass behind the window on the 29th floor. It looks like a human-shaped outline, but the proportions are wrong. It's too big and almost fills the entire window.

"What is this thing?!"

"My God, is this really a human being?"

"Not human. Absolutely not human."

"When will the Supreme God make his move? This is terrifying."