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Sun Fan appeared calm, loudly proclaiming, "Brothers in the livestream, I’m now inside the house, everything seems normal. Let’s continue exploring and uncover the truth behind the ghost rumors of this villa! As soon as I entered, everyone, please give me some likes!"
As he spoke, Sun Fan reached for the wall and turned on the lights.
The villa had been uninhabited for a long time, but the electrical system still worked. The moment he pressed the switch, a massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling illuminated the room.
This allowed everyone to see the interior of the villa clearly.
Luxurious decor, high-end furniture, and valuable paintings adorned every corner, showcasing the villa's opulence and sophistication. However, it had not been maintained, and a thick layer of dust covered everything, making it appear somewhat messy.
After turning on the lights, Sun Fan stood still for a few seconds. When nothing unusual happened, his courage returned. "I told you those ghost stories were fake; look at me now!"
He then turned to the camera and said to Ruan Fuxi, "You said this villa is haunted? Where are the ghosts?"
Ruan Fuxi smiled lightly. "Who says they haven't appeared? You just can’t see them."
"Unless they’re hanging around your neck or sitting on the sofa doing their makeup in front of a mirror—what do you think that is?"
Sun Fan was convinced she was just trying to create suspense. Just as he was about to respond, a loud clatter echoed from behind him.
It was the sound of the villa's front door slamming shut.
Sun Fan turned to the cameraman and asked, "Why did you close the door?"
The cameraman's voice trembled slightly as he replied, "Brother Sun, it wasn't me. I haven't moved at all."
Sun Fan frowned at his words. "Then it must have been the wind."
The photographer's voice trembled even more. Just a moment ago, there had been no wind outside. Sun Fan frowned at his reaction, feeling a bit dissatisfied. After all, they had been on this supernatural adventure for quite some time; why was he still so timid? Wasn't that just undermining their own spirit? It was just the wind—he simply hadn't noticed it earlier.
The photographer wanted to argue but, seeing Sun Fan's expression, ultimately said nothing. Ruan Fuxi glanced at the closed door, raised an eyebrow, and chose to remain silent. Since Sun Fan believed it was just the wind, then it must be the wind.
At that moment, Sun Fan's eyes were drawn to the luxurious sofa, and he couldn't help but feel a bit tempted. He sat down directly on it. Ruan Fuxi looked at the female ghost beside him and couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly she had chosen her spot. With just a turn of her head, she could easily lean in for a kiss; Sun Fan really knew how to pick his places.
As soon as Sun Fan sat down, he felt a chill beside him and instinctively grabbed a nearby cushion. Ruan Fuxi chuckled softly. Hearing her laughter, her viewers in the live stream couldn't help but be curious.
"Ruan Jie, what are you laughing about? Is there something wrong with that sofa?"
"This villa looks luxurious and extravagant, but why do I feel so uneasy?"
Ruan Fuxi was quite fond of her viewers in the live stream and replied, "It's not just Sun Fan sitting on that sofa; as for what else is there, you can guess." Her gaze then fell on the cushion that Sun Fan was holding. "As for this cushion, it was involved in a murder case that took place in this villa—the victim was suffocated with this very cushion."
As soon as Ruan Fuxi finished speaking, Sun Fan's movements froze. He was caught in an awkward position—neither sitting comfortably nor standing up, holding the cushion yet unsure whether to put it down or not. If he moved now, wouldn't that mean he believed Ruan Fuxi's ghost stories?
But if he didn't move, listening to Ruan Fuxi's words would really make him feel uncomfortable.
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