The fact that the witch doctor died in the dungeon has become common knowledge through player forums.
Some people were happy, since they would no longer have to worry about encountering this extremely dangerous player in dungeons.
Some people felt saddened, thinking that such a powerful player could die so easily, how long could ordinary people like them survive by relying on luck?
However, this did not dampen the viewers' enthusiasm for watching the live stream.
They certainly know this will consume their time in the real world, but seeing other players dying painfully in the dungeon, begging to survive, can temporarily distract them from their own fear of death.
A large number of players left the television set belonging to the witch doctor, which had already been turned off, and instead went to the live streams of five other players (no one paid attention to Ye Bugui in the Bronze Hall).
The most urgent situation was undoubtedly Lu Shi's live stream room, which is where the largest number of people gathered.
"Is this blogger an NPC too? He's guiding his roommate to look under the bed by telling a story."
"No, why is our Demon Lord so unlucky! All the other live streams are peaceful, but this one is always fraught with danger!"
"His roommate is already very sensitive, and now that he's heard the story, he'll definitely take action, right?"
[In the instance]
Although Xiao Gao's eyes were still fixed on his phone screen, his thoughts had already wandered off to the side.
Is there really someone under the bed?
Once this problem arises, no matter how much Xiao Gao tries to forget it, it will always linger in his mind.
It was like having a thorn in his heart, pricking him from time to time, causing him to roll over to the edge of the bed countless times, gripping the edge tightly with his hands.
At this point, all he needs to do is lower his head, and he will definitely be able to see the person under the bed.
Although Lu Shi couldn't see what was happening on the bed, he could tell from Xiao Gao's movements and the sounds he made that his roommate was only one step away from discovering him.
Will he bow his head?
What should he do if he is actually seen?
Lu Shi narrowed his eyes, thinking that he might be able to kill his roommate instantly with the ghost fire.
Yes, given the destructive power of the White Bone Ghost Fire, Lu Shi believed he could kill his roommate.
But he couldn't guarantee that this wouldn't provoke that rule-breaker waiter.
"My dear friends, I bet you're lying by your bed right now, hesitating whether to peek under the bed, right?"
Just as Xiao Gao was about to make up his mind and glance under the bed, the blogger's voice on his phone suddenly interrupted him.
He sat up on the bed in a flustered and nervous manner, subconsciously combing his long hair with his hands to cover up his embarrassment.
Xiao Gao breathed a sigh of relief. What was wrong with him? Wasn't this a common tactic in short videos? These bloggers deliberately use exaggerated statements to lure you into doing unbelievable things.
He actually believed all of this today, how stupid of him!
“If you really did it,” the blogger said with a hint of smugness, “then you should be relieved now, right? Believe me, with our country’s current surveillance network, it’s almost impossible for a stranger to appear silently under your bed.”
Xiao Gao laughed, and even Lu Shi, who was under the bed, felt an urge to laugh out loud.
Who knew that the blogger would suddenly change their tone and switch back to the same low, hoarse voice they had used when telling the story:
"But my friend, very unfortunately, actually encountered this kind of thing."
Separated by a bed frame, Lu Shi and Xiao Gao became wary again.
"When she returned home that day, everything seemed normal."
"My friend is a very energetic woman. Even after a busy day, she still has the energy to make dinner."
"But when she walked into the kitchen, she froze on the spot."
Lu Shi unconsciously pricked up his ears, seemingly intrigued by the story.
“Actually, nothing has changed in the kitchen,” the blogger chuckled. “At least my friend’s usual utensils and seasonings are all in good condition.”
"But she discovered that several of the seasonings she never used had been used. This disgusted her."
"Is he a thief? Possibly. A thief who has just stolen something and suddenly gets hungry might indeed cook a meal in the kitchen."
"But could he really possibly avoid my friend's favorite seasonings? Unless, of course, he knows what my friend eats every day."
Xiao Gao shuddered, suddenly realizing that there was a big difference between a thief breaking into the house and someone sleeping under the bed.
The former would steal something and leave, while the latter stayed here.
He hides in the shadows, knowing everything about you, while you remain unaware of his existence.
Xiao Gao's hand unconsciously reached for the bedside again. He thought that if he just looked down, the truth would be revealed.
He really intends to do that.
But fear also arises at the same time: what if someone actually did it?
“My friend realized that she had a roommate who never showed up. They never met, but the other person knew her preferences.”
“My friend was terrified, so she started searching the house. Eventually, she came to the bedside.”
"In my friend's mind, the bed is the safest place. As soon as he gets home and lies down on the bed, all his troubles disappear."
"But now, when she sees that bed, all she feels is fear."
"Under that dark, narrow bed, there might be someone hiding."
"He listens to your phone calls with other people, he knows your complaints in private, and he will suddenly pop out when you are asleep."
“My friend just stared at that bed for a long time, and guess what, she never dared to look down at it.”
Xiao Gao touched his ear shyly.
"Then she moved," the blogger suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, "and we became roommates. Of course, my friend still doesn't know I exist!"
Lu Shi rolled his eyes, but Xiao Gao was startled.
"Damn it, it's a ghost story!" Xiao Gao shouted.
It's just a ghost story, Xiao Gao comforted himself.
How could there be someone under his bed?
When Xiao Gao got up to take a shower, he didn't strip naked and run into the bathroom as usual. Instead, he grabbed a set of clean clothes and ran in quickly.
Lu Shi twisted his body uncomfortably. After being off the bed for so long, Lu Shi suspected that his bones were about to fall apart.
Fortunately, his roommate, like the heroine in a ghost story, chose to comfort himself.
As long as I don't look, nothing bad will happen.
Lu Shi waited patiently until Xiao Gao came out of the bathroom.
To Lu Shi's surprise, Xiao Gao did not go straight to bed after leaving the bathroom, but instead went to the wardrobe.
Lu Shi quietly turned to the side, pressed his head to the ground, and saw Xiao Gao's back.
The long-haired boy is changing his clothes right now.
He took out a green dress from the wardrobe. The boy's smooth hands held up the sheer dress, his eyes filled with undisguised joy.
"Now it's Miss Gao's happy time again."
Xiao Gao smiled slightly, took off his white t-shirt, revealing his excessively thin back.
Then, to Lu Shi's astonishment, Xiao Gao had already put on the green dress.
He walked to the bathroom mirror, looked at himself in the dress, and lowered his head shyly.
"Miss Gao looks beautiful today!" Xiao Gao said shyly, cupping her fair face in her hands.
Lu Shi couldn't understand it, but he was greatly shocked. He had almost never seen a cultivator like this in the cultivation world.
But what he saw through the gap—Xiao Gao's back view after she put on that long dress—was actually quite beautiful.
"Sigh," Xiao Gao chuckled before sighing, "I can only amuse myself with this. If I wear it out, I'll be sent to the hospital tomorrow."
As the clock struck midnight, Xiao Gao took off her long dress, lay down on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.
...
Ye Bugui's roommate also turned off the desk light at 12 o'clock.
Ye Bugui was already a little sleepy at this point, but he couldn't go to sleep yet.
My roommate changed his clothes and lay down on the bed.
Not long after, Ye Bugui heard his roommate's soft and even breathing.
"Is she asleep?" Ye Bugui couldn't help but wonder.
Footsteps sounded again outside the corridor, accompanied by a man's shouts.
"It's midnight! The apartment is offering free late-night snacks. Residents who need them can come downstairs to pick them up!"
A waiter was pushing a small cart slowly down the corridor.
This person kept repeating himself, managing to wake Ye Bugui from his sleepiness.
He touched his empty stomach; he was indeed a little hungry.
But Ye Bugui hadn't forgotten one of the apartment's rules: no one was allowed to leave the apartment after midnight.
It was just shouting, Ye Bugui forced himself to shift his attention and block out the shouts at the door.
The waiter wandering outside the corridor seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the outcome. Instead of just shouting slogans, he opened the lid of a stone pot on a cart.
In an instant, the aroma from the stone pot wafted through the door and reached the noses of every player.
Lu Shi's saliva was flowing rapidly; he bit his lip, his body almost uncontrollably crawling out.
Suddenly, Xiao Gao's phone fell off the bed.
The light from the screen almost blinded Lu Shi.
A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 29
☪ Good Family Apartment 4