At the sight of this, Brother Tie’s previously lifeless livestream chat instantly exploded.
The scene just now—Wang Liang effortlessly twisting Meng Ze down to his knees, then flinging him four or five meters away—had been caught by the viewers in the livestream under the light of several phone flashlights.
【Super Saiyan, Saipan!】
【What a martial arts prodigy with extraordinary bones. Please take me as your disciple.】
【See? I told you, all those muscles from the gym are fake. That fitness guy beside Brother Tie usually looks pretty fierce, but turns out he’s just for show. Now he’s getting thrown around one-handed like a doll.】
【This has to be scripted, right? How could a normal person throw a big guy that far so easily? Brother Tie’s exploration tonight is kind of interesting. They’re even playing urban-fiction tropes now.】
【Tsk, that guy’s acting is actually pretty good. The way he fell was very on point. And those screams now, in a place of urban legend like this, really fit the atmosphere. Sending a small gift to support.】
Flowers +1.
【Uh, should we call the police? I remember this place was cordoned off. Brother Tie, you’d better get out fast. Don’t get your account banned.】
【What’s that got to do with us? Just watch the show.】
【I like watching. I advise you not to meddle.】
After Wang Liang flung the fitness guy away, he noticed that Brother Tie was still livestreaming him, so he snapped his fingers. Sadako’s cold curse silently spread over.
Pop.
The image in Brother Tie’s livestream suddenly began flickering abnormally, as if the signal had become extremely unstable.
“What’s going on?”
It seemed something had gone wrong with the livestream, making Brother Tie stop caring whether Meng Ze was acting or not. He immediately looked at his phone. He was counting on tonight’s livestream to make his comeback.
In the end, no matter how Brother Tie tapped, his phone screen kept flickering with static, and the bullet comments lagged badly.
Moreover, Brother Tie didn’t know if he was seeing things, but the colored lines flashing across the screen seemed to faintly form the shape of a… woman!
Brother Tie couldn’t help shuddering and nearly threw the phone in his hand away.
Pop.
Brother Tie’s phone completely went black. A wisp of smoke even rose from the device; it was clearly unusable now.
“What the hell? What is going on? Why did my phone suddenly break?”
Brother Tie shook the broken phone in confusion, feeling as if he had run into something unclean. The phone had flickered strangely, and now, for no reason at all, it was completely dead.
The trembling fatty beside him had already sensed that something was wrong and tugged at Brother Tie’s clothes.
“Brother Tie, why don’t we call it a night and leave? Meng Ze is still screaming over there. It seems… it seems like he isn’t acting.”
Brother Tie angrily stuffed the broken phone into his pocket, forced to end tonight’s livestream. He looked up toward Meng Ze. Liu Xinxin was supporting Meng Ze as he sat up.
“Meng Ze, what the hell are you doing? What exactly happened just now?!”
Before Meng Ze could speak, Liu Xinxin, who was helping him up, checked Meng Ze’s wrist and said in a trembling voice:
“Ah, Brother Tie, Meng… Meng Ze’s wrist seems to have been twisted broken by that person. Blood… the bone is sticking out.”
“Huh? Broken?”
Brother Tie hurriedly looked at Wang Liang again and took another step back, disbelief in his eyes.
To twist a big man’s wrist into a fracture so easily and throw him four or five meters away—this was far too abnormal. Could this guy be the ghost from the urban legend?
Brother Tie and the others all shivered. They recalled that when they had first encountered Wang Liang, he had been standing alone against the wall in the darkness, without even turning on the lights. How was that something a normal person would do?
“You… are you human, or…”
Brother Tie pointed at Wang Liang, but before he could finish speaking, behind him and the fatty, right in the center of the crossroads, a cluster of strange dark-orange firelight suddenly lit up.
It was midnight.
The dark-orange firelight was extremely conspicuous in the pitch-black night, drawing everyone’s gaze.
Following the firelight, the fatty turned around. His mouth fell open, and his legs went weak. He had only just stood up earlier, but now he plopped back down onto the ground.
Although Brother Tie did not collapse, he also swallowed hard and looked in terror toward the center of the crossroads.
There, at some unknown point, a white-haired old woman had appeared, crouching with a brazier placed in front of her.
The old woman was throwing some strange things into the brazier. Flames burned, sending sparks drifting up from within.
Looking closely, the old woman’s movements as she threw things were stiff, her eyes numb and lifeless. On the skin exposed outside her old clothes were patches of bluish-purple livor mortis. Aside from the fact that she could move, she did not look like a living person no matter how one looked at her.
And what the old woman was throwing into the brazier was not paper, but some tattered, bloodstained clothes. Besides that, what she threw in also seemed to include… long strip-like objects resembling bones.
No one could tell where the old woman was taking these things from before throwing them into the brazier. Brother Tie and the others could only see that after she threw one item in, with a flip of her hand, another appeared, and she continued throwing it into the brazier, as if there would never be an end.
“This… this old woman, when did she get here? Was it when we clashed just now? How come her footsteps made no sound…”
Brother Tie barely forced out a smile, trying to say something that could make the scene before his eyes seem reasonable. But no matter how he put it, it felt strained. This scene was far too eerie.
Wang Liang stared fixedly at the old woman who had suddenly appeared at the crossroads to burn things. From where he stood, his angle of view had just happened to let him see the entire process of this strange old woman’s appearance.
This old woman and the brazier before her had just now gone from blurry to clear, gradually appearing in the middle of the road, as if they had squeezed out of the air.
She had been burning things the moment she appeared, as if she had always been crouching there and had never moved. It was only that before, she could not be observed; only at midnight did she reveal herself.
Under everyone’s gaze, in the center of the crossroads, the old woman threw something that looked like a human bone into the brazier. The sparks inside suddenly rose up like blooming fireworks.
Specks of fire quickly drifted about, enveloping the entire center of the crossroads. A few scattered sparks touched Brother Tie, who had originally been standing at the very back, but now, conversely, was the closest to the old woman.
“Ah, no!”
Brother Tie’s expression changed drastically. When these sparks, clearly not a normal phenomenon, drifted toward him, he had wanted to retreat, but his legs went weak for a moment and he was too late, causing several sparks to land on his body.
With just that slight contact, Brother Tie felt his body grow lighter. Involuntarily, he began flying toward the old woman.
Large swathes of sparks drifting through the air covered his body. They ignited on contact, completely setting his clothes, flesh, and blood ablaze, turning Brother Tie into a burning man in midair as he let out piercing screams.
Even more strangely, after the burning Brother Tie approached the old woman and the brazier, his figure gradually began to fade. Once he was within three meters of the brazier, he vanished into thin air.
As for the old woman, she continued taking out clothes, bones, and all kinds of miscellaneous small objects from who knew where, throwing them one by one into the brazier.
Firelight shone, but the surrounding air seemed to grow even colder.