Chapter 78: Transmigrated as a Fraudulent Male Streamer (2)
It was impossible to tell whether the entity had been frightened off by the black dog’s blood or if it simply hadn’t expected Cen Yu to be completely fearless.
The ice-cold hands slowly vanished from Cen Yu’s neck… Crouching down, Cen Yu took a look at his assistant and reached out to test his breathing.
“…Still breathing,” Cen Yu remarked.
As the scumbag in a short BL horror novel, Cen Yu’s approach to playing this role was exceptionally refreshing and out of the ordinary.
Much like how everyone had been rich in the last world, making Cen Yu a stingy phoenix man.
Now that he had arrived in this short horror novel, his current persona was—
The only person in the entire book who refused to believe in the supernatural.
A staunch atheist who firmly believed that no matter what bizarre or uncanny events transpired, they could all be explained by science.
Even though no one was watching him right now, Cen Yu still remembered his atheist persona. Clearing his throat, he declared—
“Looks like this villa has a distorted magnetic field. That crowd experienced hallucinations and scared themselves to death.”
As for why everyone who scared themselves to death ended up hanging, Cen Yu made a bold deduction.
“If you ask me, a burglar broke in.”
After delivering this line, Cen Yu stared speechlessly at the fat cat, unsure whether he was the idiot or if the person who wrote this persona was the idiot.
Since his phone had dropped to the floor earlier, Cen Yu picked it up and checked it, finding the screen perfectly intact. He switched on the flashlight while simultaneously opening the front-facing camera…
Through the phone screen captured by the front camera, he spotted several crouching shadows in the corner of the living room—
“Vagrants,” Cen Yu concluded, nodding as he stared at the figures. “Vagrants with nowhere else to live.”
The “vagrants”: …?
Though whatever had choked his neck hadn’t used full force, whether due to sheer strength or something else, it had left a distinct ring of marks around Cen Yu’s neck. On the camera screen, it actually gave off the uncanny impression that Cen Yu had been hanged.
“Saved some money,” Cen Yu muttered to himself. “Getting fake makeup done is pretty pricey.”
Seeing that his assistant was still out cold for the time being—
He had no choice but to drag the guy over to a spot in the living room that was out of the camera’s frame. Catching sight of those “vagrants” out of the corner of his eye, Cen Yu maintained a completely flat expression, deliberately avoiding looking in their direction.
What a joke. What if that bunch ran over and demanded money from him?!
Perhaps due to the potency of the black dog’s blood, or perhaps because those “vagrants” truly harbored no immense malice, they even shifted aside slightly to make room after watching Cen Yu haul his assistant into the living room.
Cen Yu: “…”
Pretend I didn’t see that.
He glanced at his assistant, whose eyes were shut tight and showed no signs of waking anytime soon. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a few paper talismans that Pei Hengyun had insisted he carry out of worry, shoving them onto the assistant’s person.
He then returned to the spot where he had filmed the hanged figure earlier.
Dragging out the dummy that his assistant had set up beforehand, and finding nowhere else to place it, he simply dumped it on the empty floor next to the assistant.
With all that taken care of, Cen Yu splashed a bit more black dog’s blood onto himself, grabbed a few paper talismans in his hand, and plopped down onto the floor. Reopening the livestream, he addressed the chat while panting for breath—
“I’m completely fine, brothers.”
“I’ve already subdued that thing just now.”
He pointed to the marks on his neck. “Check it out, left over from the struggle earlier.”
Once the livestream resumed—
[Holy shit!! Why did it cut out so suddenly? Did you actually run into something just now? Ahhhh, scared me to death, I’m going to pray at a temple!]
[Crap, streamer, don’t get yourself hurt! Does anyone know where the streamer is?]
[LOL, stay calm. It’s just dog Cen’s usual theatrical setup. Did you guys really think that thing was real?]
[Little Le, come on out, stop hiding! I know you were the one who hung that thing up in the first place!]
Little Le was the name of Cen Yu’s assistant. Because he occasionally appeared on camera, the regulars in the livestream knew who he was.
Cen Yu couldn’t care less. Looking at the sudden surge of viewers flooding in due to the abrupt interruption, he simply changed the livestream title to—
Haunted Villa?! Live Exorcism!
He then raised his phone, aiming the camera directly at the rope hanging overhead.
“Do you see that?” He pointed at the rope. “That thing was right here a moment ago.”
[I see it, I see it, you haven’t even removed the price tag.]
“…” Cen Yu looked up to inspect the rope carefully, and sure enough, he spotted an unpeeled plastic tag at the end of it.
This assistant turned out to be even less reliable than him!
Pretending not to notice, Cen Yu pointed at the shattered window pane. “The second I saw that thing just now, it immediately wrote my name to scare me!”
He pointed at the bloody text on the glass.
“I’m not lying to you guys about this.”
“Who else could possibly know my name?”
[Your assistant and yourself, who else?]
[Bro, can you buy some decent paint next time? Seeing it bleed color makes my heart bleed (clown)]
[How can you guys say that?! I saw it clearly just now, that thing’s face!! It was utterly terrifying!]
[Supporting Little Cen, you are the absolute best (heart)]
[Little Cen is handsome and skilled, we all love watching (flower)]
[Cen Yu didn’t pay his spammers enough, why are these hired chat accounts making zero sense (clown) (clown)]
Cen Yu glanced at the online viewer count in the livestream, watching the number break past the 30,000 mark at 2:00 AM—a massive explosion in traffic for Cen Yu, who usually streamed to only 3,000 or 4,000 people in the middle of the night.
Granted, part of the crowd had been drawn in by the grand gifts sent by “Little Yu.”
Combined with Cen Yu’s updated title, this villa was practically a must-visit spot for outdoor exploration streamers, so curious onlookers were bound to pop in for a look.
Cen Yu scrutinized the bullet chat, wanting to see if Little Yu had said anything.
Yet he found that after dropping the money and telling him to enter the villa, the guy had vanished completely… Had he stumbled upon a real big spender?
Seeing the viewer count rise and the gifts pile up, Cen Yu was just contemplating whether he should quit while he was ahead when a blood-curdling shriek suddenly echoed through the living room—
“GHOSTAAAAAAGH!!!!”
The voice sounded like his assistant, Little Le.
Before Cen Yu could figure out what the guy had seen, Little Le charged straight to his side. “BRO BRO BRO BRO BRO!!!! THERE’S A GHOST IN THE LIVING ROOM!!!!”
“IT’S LYING RIGHT NEXT TO ME!!!!!”
“…” Recalling what that thing actually was, Cen Yu—
Looked at Little Le with a complicated expression, suspecting the guy was deliberately putting on an act for theatrical effect.
Meanwhile, the bullet chat grew lively once again—
[Go check it out.]
[Streamer, hurry over!]
“…” Go check out what, check out a dummy?
Cen Yu was speechless, but he had no choice but to point the camera lens toward the living room sofa. Mouthing the words at Little Le, he produced a sound that definitely wouldn’t be picked up by the livestream—
“You’re even scared of a dummy?!”
Little Le’s face instantly collapsed into a bitter grimace. “Don’t you think I’d recognize the dummy I bought myself?!”
“Holy shit, Brother Cen, it wasn’t the dummy!!”
Trembling violently, he cowered behind Cen Yu. “Hurry up and go look!!!”
