Supernatural and Paranormal Research Society

After resting for two days, Chen Haoran's "livestreaming spirit" began to stir again.

He took out his phone and logged into the backend.

After a three-day hiatus, fan groups and online forums have exploded with discussion.

[Is the Berserker really being entangled? Or has he run away?]

[Hilarious! The ghost marriage challenge went wrong; I'll just delete my account for safety.]

[That's it, that's it. The stubborn streamer finally met his end.]

Looking at those pessimistic comments, Chen Haoran smirked coldly.

Fingers hovered over the screen, knuckles turning white from the force.

He can't retreat.

The Berserker's reputation must not be lost.

As long as he can still stand, the traffic will still be his!

"Li Lingyun," Chen Haoran turned his head, a long-lost ambition flashing in his eyes, "The show will premiere tonight."

"Are you crazy?"

Li Lingyun frowned: "You've only been taking the medicine for two days, and the doctor told you to rest!"

"Rest at home?"

Chen Haoran scoffed lightly: "If I rest any longer, all my fans will leave. Don't worry, I'm full of energy right now!"

He spoke with great conviction, but deep down he felt a sense of unease.

Only he himself knew that the "spirit" was less a recovery and more a strange, light-headed excitement.

Like a taut bowstring, it could snap at any moment.

……

It's 11 p.m. in the dormitory.

Draw the curtains tightly shut and turn off the main light.

Only a dim table lamp and the cold, ambient light from the computer screen remained.

Chen Haoran adjusted the microphone in front of the camera, his voice very low, creating a deliberately mystical atmosphere:

"Brothers, let's skip the pretense tonight. Let's try something different, something from overseas."

Li Lingyun, who was off-camera holding up her phone for lighting, twitched upon hearing this:

"Bloody Mary? Hao, you'd use that in the dorm..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Chen Haoran interrupted him, a wild smile playing on his lips:

"The rules are simple: say 'Bloody Mary' three times in front of a mirror, and you can summon Elizabeth's ghost. People online say it can gouge out eyes and extract souls, so today I'll use my pure yang body to show you the truth."

The live stream started on time.

The number of people instantly exceeded 10,000.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

[A living berserker!]

Why is the streamer's face so pale? Is the lighting too bright?

Stop talking nonsense and summon them now!

Chen Haoran scanned the comments, suppressing the dryness and itchiness in his throat, and forced out his signature arrogant smile:

"Who do you think you are? I'm doing just fine. Today I'll show you what cross-border exorcism really means."

"But the dorm is too crowded, and the mirror isn't at a good angle. Let's go somewhere else; the effect will be perfect."

He stood up, picked up the palm-sized round mirror with one hand, and walked towards the private bathroom inside the dormitory.

"Click".

The bathroom door was closed.

It blocked out Li Lingyun's breathing and also blocked out external noise.

In the cramped space, only the low hum of the ventilation fan could be heard.

The incandescent light bulb flickered and emitted a faint "sizzling" sound.

Chen Haoran placed the round mirror on the sink.

His face was reflected in the mirror.

Pale and with sunken eye sockets, but those eyes were unusually bright.

He took a deep breath.

With hands braced on the edge of the sink, I slowly bent down.

The face gradually gets closer to the mirror.

His reflection in the mirror grew larger with each movement.

Just as his lips parted slightly, preparing to utter the first syllable—

The light in the mirror dimmed by half a degree.

The pupils in the reflection seemed to be a fraction of a second slower than his before they fully met his gaze.

Chen Haoran's Adam's apple bobbed.

He didn't speak.

He just stared intently at the mirror, his fingertips tightening little by little.

The temperature in the bathroom was dropping inch by inch at a visible rate.

Chen Haoran's pupils contracted slightly, and the words that were about to come out were like being quenched by ice water, stuck in his throat.

His knuckles, which were braced against the edge of the sink, had turned white.

In the mirror, the young man in the short-sleeved T-shirt was staring intently at him.

But just now... the person in the mirror's pupils contracted a full half beat slower than his.

It's not an illusion.

The exhaust fan in the bathroom stopped working at some point.

A deathly silence washed over them, with only the faint notification sound of the live stream chat still stubbornly flashing on the phone stand.

[What are you doing, streamer? Did it freeze?]

Why did the conversation suddenly stop halfway through?

Judging from the streamer's expression, could he have actually seen something he shouldn't have?

"cough."

A deliberately exaggerated cough came from outside the door, sounding muffled and distant through the frosted glass.

"Hao? Is the equipment okay?"

Chen Haoran blinked sharply.

When I looked at the mirror again, everything seemed normal.

A pale face, sunken eyes, and slightly rapid breathing due to tension.

There was no delay, and nothing unusual happened.

Only the incandescent bulb emitted a very faint "buzzing" electrical sound.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and forced himself to twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Look how scared you are."

He faced the camera, deliberately raising his voice to drown out the pounding of his heart:

"With just a few simple tricks, the streamer can create an immersive horror experience for you. That's what you call professional!"

[666, that scared me to death! I thought the signal was down.]

[Host, are you really alright about what happened in Yinshan Village? I heard another one has died.]

Chen Haoran's eyes darkened slightly, but his smile deepened:

"What's there to be afraid of? This streamer may lack many things, but he certainly doesn't lack masculine energy. Don't tell me that female ghosts are just a code to traffic; even if they really exist, if she dares to show herself, this streamer will show her what it means to have pure yang energy that can overcome all magic!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a gust of cold wind swept up along the floor tiles without warning.

A cool current, carrying the scent of damp earth and aged thread, seeped straight down my spine from my trouser leg.

Chen Haoran felt his hair stand on end, and goosebumps instantly covered his arms.

His hand, which was resting on the sink, trembled uncontrollably.

He tried to remain calm and waved to the camera:

"To ensure the summoning effect, the assistant in the live stream, please check the doors and windows again and make sure they are sealed properly."

There was a two-second silence outside the door.

Li Lingyun's voice came in, clearly filled with confusion:

"Ah Hao... you closed all the doors and windows before the live stream. Is it... cold where you are?"

Chen Haoran's Adam's apple bobbed.

He did not answer.

My intuition was screaming that something was wrong, but now that the die was cast, I had no choice but to act!

Time: 23:57.

There are only three minutes left until midnight.

He ignored the commotion outside the door and turned his attention back to the sink.

Chen Haoran tilted the small round mirror and placed it against the large mirror that was originally in the bathroom.

Two mirrors, one large and one small, face each other.

There's an old saying in folklore: "A mirror should not reflect itself, for if it does, it will create an unsettling atmosphere."

When two mirrors face each other, they create an "infinite mirror" effect. However, in places with heavy yin energy, this is a "yin-locking formation" that gathers yin energy and attracts evil spirits.

Chen Haoran didn't understand any of this; he just thought the angle was good and the camera presence was strong.

He picked up two candles from the table.

One white, one red.

The red candles were leftovers from the previous ghost marriage challenge; their bodies were covered with solidified tear stains and had a faint tar smell.

"Brothers, let's get serious today."

He raised a red candle and waved it at the camera: "White candles summon spirits, red candles ward off evil. Which one to use is up to the comments."

[Red candle! Red candle!]

[The streamer is really daring! Using red candles from a ghost marriage?]

[Surrounded by beauties on both sides, he's certainly blessed!]

Chen Haoran chuckled and casually tossed the white candle into the trash can, leaving only the red candle.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."