Scrolling through the Bullet Screen:
"Wow, this haunted house is quite luxurious."
"This decor clearly belongs to a wealthy family."
"Weren't we told it's a haunted house? Why is it so bright?"
"Upstairs, even haunted houses need lights; they can't be completely dark, right?"
According to the script, a supernatural event will occur next.
The furniture in the villa will move on its own without any wind.
This is operated with fishing lines.
When I first entered, the staff had already set up the fishing lines.
Under Brother Xi's direction, white cloths began to gently sway.
I cooperated by showing a terrified expression.
The camera captured my reaction.
The responses in the Bullet Screen were also intense.
"Wow, this Host has some acting skills."
"This expression is incredible."
"Oh my gosh, I was so scared I almost peed myself."
"Upstairs, what does a few drops of your urine have to do with me? Just don't splash it on me."
Brother Xi directed me through the earpiece to interact with Bullet Screen.
At the same time, he signaled for me to find an opportunity to turn off the main lights in the hall, leaving only the corridor lights on.
This would create a more atmospheric setting.
Following Brother Xi's instructions, I turned off the main lights.
With a "click," the lights dimmed.
Only a few corridor lights remained, casting a faint glow.
In the dim light, I continued to explain the legends of the villa.
But as I spoke, the main lights above suddenly began to flicker.
"Brother Xi, what's going on?"
I whispered quietly to Brother Xi.
His voice in my earpiece was very calm: "It's nothing, continue."
I had no choice but to keep explaining.
However, as I spoke, the flickering of the main lights grew more rapid.
With a final "pop," it was completely extinguished.
Only the flashlight emitted a faint glow.
The dim beam swayed in the darkness.
Accompanied by my explanation, the bullet screen became even more intense.
"What just happened? Why did the light flicker so fast?"
"I don't know, could it really be a ghost?"
"Don't scare me, I'm timid."
"Hahaha, you're scared but still watching Horror Live Streaming?"
I raised the camera and pointed it at myself.
The bullet screen was scrolling wildly.
"What’s going on?"
"Why did the light go out?"
"It can't be out of battery, right?"
"There wasn't a power outage; it was just on and suddenly went out. Could it be haunted?"
"Haunted?"
"Yeah, didn't you know? A woman died in this villa before."
"A woman died?"
"Yes, I read somewhere that this woman had a terrible death. There wasn't a single good piece of flesh on her body, and her face was covered in blood. When she died, she was holding a doll in her arms, and her blood flowed down the stairs, staining the floor red."
"Oh my, don't scare me."
"I'm not trying to scare you. This villa used to be in the suburbs, and the nearby residents all knew about it. There were reports of a child's crying at night; you could still hear a child crying. Eventually, the villa was sealed off."
"Child's crying?"
"Yes, it was from the doll that the woman was holding on the night she died."
"Oh my, stop talking. I'm getting goosebumps."
In the bullet screen, there was a frenzy of discussion.
I noticed someone typing in the bullet screen: "How did the lights go out? Was there a power outage?"
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