“Shshsh~ shshsh~”
Countless strands of black hair spread across the corridor walls and ceiling, completely covering the hallway.
We Asians have a deep-rooted fear of black hair that comes from the depths of our souls.
No one knows where this superstition originated, but it’s deeply imprinted in the genes of every Asian.
On the floor lay a huge pool of scorpion blood mixed with dirt, and two footprints stretched all the way to the end of the corridor.
Staring at this eerie and terrifying half-corridor, even the demon Xu Bei felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.
Not a single step he had taken before was as frightening as this place.
He recalled how the scorpion BOSS initially had invisibility powers, and just now, that long-haired female ghost had disappeared while flying—that was invisibility, wasn’t it?
He had thought the BOSS’s invisibility was broken, but it turned out it was meant to be used right here.
That long-haired female ghost must be hiding somewhere.
Maybe even right beside him, watching him closely, ready to ambush at any moment.
“Brother Xu, I’m sleepy. I’m going to sleep first,” the little parrot said, her voice trembling with fear.
“Xiao Sun, you’re not scared and trying to run away, are you? Not going to accompany me to finish this run?” Xu Bei exclaimed.
“No, Brother Xu, I have school tomorrow. I’m tired and sleepy,” Xiao Parrot replied.
“Well, then go to sleep quickly,” Xu Bei said, and finally logged Sun Xiaohui off.
After all, she was still a student, had work in the afternoon, and came home to play games with him for a few hours in the evening. Being a girlfriend to this extent was already going above and beyond.
“Brother Xu, you can enter the system and open your own livestream room, pull up a small window. That way, you can see the chat messages and look up guides online. I’m logging off now,” Xiao Parrot added.
Then, Xiao Parrot vanished from Xu Bei’s shoulder, indicating that the second account was offline.
Xu Bei suddenly became a lone warrior. No doubt, with the help of Little Sun’s second account, his understanding of the game had made a quantum leap.
But back in the game, Xu Bei stared down the gloomy path ahead, swallowing hard and unable to move forward.
A demon afraid of ghosts?
If this got out, he’d be mocked by peers for life!
“Heh heh heh, scared? No need to feel ashamed, it’s human nature.”
Suddenly, a sarcastic voice came from beside him, startling Xu Bei.
He turned to see none other than Dao Xia Qujing, the teammate who radiated the glow of a companion but did disgusting things behind the scenes.
“You ungrateful bastard, why are you still hanging around?” Xu Bei naturally gave him a cold glare and cursed him out.
“Supporters who get matched in only disappear after we defeat the BOSS together. But even if I leave, there are still hundreds of brothers queued up in our group waiting for you. Every brother matched to your world to cause trouble comes with a red envelope reward. I was lucky to snipe you today, so I got a small bonus. Several livestream guilds have teamed up with a bounty on you!” Dao Xia Qujing explained, ever so thoughtful.
“Get lost!” Xu Bei huffed with rage.
Anger made him forget his fear, and ignoring Dao Xia Qujing, he strode boldly into the long-haired female ghost’s domain.
Surely, nothing was scarier than being persecuted by capitalists—not even ghosts.
He bore no grudge against that scorpion female ghost; their conflict was simply a matter of opposing stances, a desperate fight to survive (and earn money).
But toward this capitalist’s lapdog standing before him, he harbored boundless hatred.
What enraged him most was that the lapdog stood right in front of him, constantly undermining and taunting him, while Xu Bei couldn’t smash his dog head with a single punch.
There was nothing more disgusting in the world than this! Could anything be worse?
Well, actually, yes.
Xu Bei had witnessed the most disgusting thing on Meteor Street.
A brother caught his wife cheating in bed, but was beaten by the lover instead, and in the end, the lover walked away without losing a single hair.
For a man’s dignity, that was a terrible blow.
Right now, what he was fighting for was the dignity of an ordinary person.
Though it looked like playing a game, he was actually fighting against a giant capitalist company.
“You bunch of self-destructive corporate dogs, watch closely how I clear this game.”
With this thought, Xu Bei was filled with power. No demon or ghost was to be feared. He was the most terrifying demon.
“You know nothing. You’re just lucky. Everyone only sees you as a clown.”
“You really show your true face, huh? Do you understand how hard our line of work is? How long do you think you can stay popular? I bet you won’t last more than a week!”
“I’ve seen too many small streamers like you—good at the game but without backing, you’ll never get popular!”
“In the end, you’ll sell your soul and become a shameless henchman like me!”
Dao Xia Qujing, losing his cool, suddenly snapped, pointed at the back of Xu Bei’s head, and loudly retorted, babbling on and on.
The livestream industry was already saturated. The cake had been sliced into so many pieces there was no more glory left.
Top streamers took 99% of the market, leaving only 1% for the thousands and thousands of small streamers to fight over.
Many small streamers couldn’t even support themselves. What could they do if they only knew how to play games?
The answer was simple: become a henchman like Dao Xia Qujing, selling their souls for money.
Just like he said, selling your soul to the livestream guild management company.
“Pah! All you do is blame the heavens and complain. You’ve only fallen this low because you’re not strong enough. Don’t you feel pathetic at all?” Xu Bei tidied his messy bangs, scornful, took a few steps, then turned back to rant at the guild lapdog.
“Ah…” Dao Xia Qujing froze.
“What’s that expression? You’re a dog but can’t even bark at someone else?” Xu Bei continued his tirade, thoroughly enjoying himself.
But just as he turned back to press forward, he suddenly saw a deathly pale face almost pressed against his own, black hair spreading out like tentacles.
“Ah~~~~~!”
The arrogant streamer from a moment ago now screamed in terror, losing all dignity, utterly humiliated.
Xu Bei immediately took off running—the absolutely correct choice. In a punishing game facing unknown enemies, running was the right call.
But very soon, he felt an invisible force pulling him, making it impossible to move even half a step.
A familiar sensation! A familiar power!
He had been killed several times before by that merciless ghostly hand. How could he not recognize it?
And now, that distance far exceeded the one and a half meters Sun Xiaohui had predicted!
The female ghost could absorb him from over five meters away!
“I’m going all out!”
Xu Bei gritted his teeth and faced the scorpion female ghost head-on.
The pale-skinned ghost stretched out both hands, sharp strands of hair spreading like a spider’s web, ready to slice him into pieces.
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