Chapter 772: Mei Yangyang

In the outside world, inside the Mana Web live stream room.

Unlike the first-person perspective games Dorothy and the others were playing, viewers in the Mana Web live stream room could constantly switch perspectives to watch.

They could immerse themselves in the first-person perspectives of the Home Witch and the others, experiencing the game from a player's angle. This live stream even utilized Magic Shadow filming techniques to a certain extent, allowing one to perfectly experience every perception the players had at the time.

It was just that this time, the players' emotions weren't recorded; after all, this wasn't a Magic Shadow. The effect this horror live stream wanted was for the audience to generate their own emotions, rather than experiencing the players' emotions or anything of the sort.

This was also a common technique in the Witch World's horror live stream rooms. Often, there would be Witch streamers who, having nothing better to do, would go to various terrifying forbidden lands to start a live stream, all for the sake of letting the audience experience that immersive, real horror.

However, this kind of completely immersive stimulation wasn't suitable for everyone. Some people just wanted to watch for fun, so in addition to this first-person immersive perspective, this live stream also had a third-person "God's eye" view.

In this God's eye view, the audience could clearly see the status of each player. For instance, when the Home Witch and the Wolf Sister were confronting each other earlier, the two players inside the game didn't know the other was a teammate, but the audience could clearly see that the giant red wolf was actually Alice, knowing that this was a case of teammates killing each other.

However, these two types of perspectives also caused the audience's evaluations to diverge.

On one side were the comments from the first-person perspective viewers.

"Damn, what kind of trash game is this? Why is it so strict, starting as a mortal? How is this playable?"

"Mom, save me! How are these pig-headed monsters and snake-scorpion women supposed to be fought by mortals? Is this supposed to be a scripted death?"

"Tsk, if only they gave me a little mana, I'd blast them to pieces with one hand. But without mana, I'll just perform a face-plant on the spot."

"Whoa, the big shot is awesome! This young lady actually has skills."

"Ah, this... a mortal body can actually rival monsters? Damn, I really couldn't do this if I were in her shoes."

"Damn, what kind of hellish setting is this? This wolf is actually a teammate?"

"Damn it, it's lucky it's a big shot. If it were me, I would have really killed my teammate by mistake."

"Forget it, 'killed my teammate by mistake'? You'd be the one killed by mistake. This giant wolf is stronger than those parents in the starter village. A mortal body really can't fight this. Anyway, if I were up there, I'd definitely be killed in seconds."

"Come to think of it, I was just immersed in the Wolf Sister's perspective. This young lady is a bit terrifying. When I faced her sliding tackle, I felt like I was really about to be killed in seconds. I've been fighting on the front lines for hundreds of years, and this is the first time I've experienced such real fear of death." Because of the excellent immersion, these first-person viewers could clearly feel the insidious thrill of this horror live stream. Most of them had some self-awareness, knowing that if it were them up there, they would likely have been killed the moment they met the enemy.

However, on the other side, the evaluations from the God's eye view audience went in another direction.

"Tsk, is that it? And they call this a 'Horror Lottery'? This isn't very scary at all."

"What's this? Why are this pig-headed monster and snake-scorpion woman so weak? They look mighty, but they're not even as good as a little girl. I could do this if I were up there."

"This second level is a bit interesting, teammates killing each other. Fight, fight quickly!"

"Cut, they actually recognized each other. No fun, really boring. This game is definitely not scary at all."

"Can you give us some more exciting scenes quickly? What's scary about this?" For a time, everyone in the live stream room started arguing.

However, none of this had anything to do with Dorothy in the Haunted House World. At this moment, the Home Witch was sitting in the orphanage garden, looking from afar at a lonely little ewe not far away.

"Whoa, have I been single for too long? Why do I find a sheep beautiful?"

Dorothy blinked, deeply reflecting on herself.

First, let me emphasize, she wasn't a furry fan, but that little ewe's wool was actually pink.

Second, she wasn't a furry fan, but that little ewe's art style really wasn't the same as the other lambs. She was really that kind, the very special kind...

Finally, she really wasn't a furry fan.

Fine, so she was a furry fan. She was just that vulgar; she liked looking at faces. Although this little ewe had a sheep's face, true beauty transcended gender and species.

Dorothy felt that this little ewe's score was probably nearing 18 points.

However, such a beautiful little sheep seemed a bit aloof. There wasn't a single lamb around her, and she had no intention of playing with the other lambs. She just sat alone on a swing, beautiful in her solitude.

Hmm, that actually matched her name quite well.

Grandma Sheep had just introduced her to the lambs in this Lamb Yard. Of course, she had also briefly introduced the names of these lambs to her.

It was just that she couldn't be bothered to remember names like Little Xi, Little Fei, or Little Lan. She only remembered the name of this pink-haired little ewe—Little Mei.

Of course, Dorothy also took the opportunity to give herself the name "Little Shuai," using this name to introduce herself to the lambs.

There was no help for it; who let her not even know what "she" was called until now? She couldn't just call herself Little Di; that sounded like she was inferior right from the start.

However, according to Dorothy's observation, Little Mei didn't actually want to be beautiful in solitude; she was more like someone who had been ostracized.

Fine, maybe "ostracized" wasn't accurate, as usually, it was when someone was hated by everyone that they were ostracized.

But the reality was that Little Mei was adored by all the other lambs. After all, her beautiful face had attracted even Dorothy, who was face-blind and couldn't distinguish the beauty of sheep faces, so it was only natural that these lambs in their restless youth would be moved.

It was just that everyone liked Little Mei, but there was only one Little Mei, so a silent struggle unfolded among the lambs.

Hmm, the other lambs seemed to have secretly agreed that beauty could only be possessed by the strong, so until a winner was decided, no one was allowed to approach Little Mei; "jumping the gun" was not permitted.

Oh, by the way, Dorothy was currently truly being ostracized by everyone. As for the reason for the ostracization, it was one word—ugly.

There was no help for it; who let everyone have a sheep's head while the Home Witch had a human head?

From a sheep's aesthetic perspective, she, this hairless monkey, was truly ugly.

However, Dorothy didn't really care about this.

After all, this wasn't her body, but Adi's. What did it matter to Dorothy if Adi was ugly?

Hilarious.

Besides, the Home Witch wasn't the type of person who cared much about her own appearance. If she were really afraid of being ugly, she wouldn't dress up as that inconspicuous, dowdy girl every day.

This damn beauty would only delay her progress in studying hard. Who relied on their face to make a living if they were a serious person? Could anyone who relied on their face to make a living be serious?

Sooner or later, she, Dorothy, would make people think of her talent first, not her face.

Moreover, Dorothy was an adult; naturally, she wouldn't get truly angry because of this kind of childish ostracization.

Right?

Fine, actually, she was still a bit angry. After all, as everyone knew, Master Dorothy's pettiness wasn't much larger than Lord Demon King's.

Laugh.

Looking at the group of lambs not far away who were deliberately avoiding her and gathering together to play, the Home Witch decided to let them experience the sinister nature of society in advance.

So, she immediately moved her short legs and ran to the side of the lonely Little Mei.

You guys can go play by yourselves; I'm going to jump the gun first.

Of course, the lambs not far away also saw the Home Witch's actions, but they had no intention of coming over to stop her. On the contrary, they all looked at her actions with disdain or the anticipation of watching a show.

After all, everyone had agreed that no one could jump the gun because everyone was evenly matched, and they were afraid that others would seize the initiative, affecting the fairness of this Lamb Yard's strongest selection competition.

But this hairless monkey was too ugly. Did she even deserve to have designs on Little Mei?

Go wash up and sleep, you ugly monster. Don't you even know how to look in a mirror?

That was what the lambs were thinking in their hearts.

Children's hearts were mostly pure, daring to love and hate, loving clearly and hating purely.

However, Dorothy wasn't panicked at all about this. She just walked to Little Mei's swing as if she were strolling in a leisurely courtyard, and then revealed a smile.

"Hello, Little Mei, I'm very happy to meet you."

The Home Witch said so.

And that beautiful little ewe had originally been bored, sunbathing, but the shadow that suddenly blocked her front made her raise her head, looking somewhat stunned at the girl who had suddenly leaned over.

However, she had no intention of paying attention to this person who was trying to strike up a conversation, until...

"Audrey, it's me."

The Home Witch said so.

And upon hearing this, the little ewe finally raised her head in astonishment, then looked with pleasant surprise at the girl in front of her who was actually somewhat unfamiliar.

She still didn't speak, but Dorothy could see the surprise and closeness revealed in Little Mei's eyes.

"Senior Sister, is it you?"

This was what this Junior Sister Sheep wanted to express at this moment.

"Mm, it's me."

Dorothy nodded and then opened her arms.

And Audrey Sheep, having received confirmation, didn't hesitate at all to throw herself into the arms of the Senior Sister she had reunited with.

She was timid by nature and didn't dare to play in haunted houses, let alone this kind of abnormal haunted house.

Upon discovering that she had lost her mana and witch body, becoming a mortal, and had also fallen into a situation of being all alone, she was truly terrified.

She felt very insecure.

Fortunately, now that Senior Sister had come, the sun had risen, and the little fox's sense of security was instantly maxed out.

Wuwuwu, the feeling of having a Senior Sister is really great.

Audrey Sheep buried her head in Senior Sister's arms, thinking so peacefully.

It was just that she didn't see the dumbfounded look on the other lambs not far away, whose jaws were almost dropping to the ground.

Of course, Dorothy saw this scene; after all, this was exactly what she wanted to see.

Hilarious, a bunch of little brats, dumbfounded, right? I made your unattainable goddess throw herself into my arms in just three sentences.

The Home Witch revealed a smug smile on her face.

Well, although she was actually cheating, an adult playing games with children and cheating was a bit too scummy, but it didn't matter; after all, bullying the small with the big was truly happy.

Besides, even if she hadn't appeared, this group of little guys would have ended up with nothing even if they competed to the end.

Does anyone really think that if you defeat all your competitors, the goddess will definitely go with you? No way, no way?

Anyone with the mindset of treating the goddess as a prize for the winner was already out of the game from the very beginning.

They didn't even have the most basic respect.

But forget it, it seemed too early to talk about this with a bunch of little brats. How would children understand this? Just like how a little boy's way of expressing his liking for a little girl might very well be to constantly tease her.

Hilarious, carrying the starting line and running in the opposite direction of the finish line.

"Alright, this isn't the place to talk. Let's go somewhere else."

The victorious scummy witch looked at the lambs not far away whose eyes were red and who were gnashing their teeth in hatred, then took the hand of the Junior Sister Sheep in front of her, preparing to change locations to exchange information.

Since Audrey had been "born" in this orphanage from the very beginning, she should have already collected quite a bit of useful information.

Dorothy still had some trust in this point; after all, this Junior Sister's ancestral profession was that of an intelligence agent.

And upon hearing this, Audrey naturally didn't refuse. She stood up directly and pulled her Senior Sister's hand, walking straight toward her room.

Leaving behind a group of dejected lambs, crestfallen and looking as if their parents had died.

Wuwuwu, why, why did they work so hard every day, yet Little Mei wouldn't even look at them, but this ugly hairless monkey made Little Mei throw herself into her arms in just three sentences, and even took her back to her room?

Damn it, I can't figure it out. Where did they lose?

"Maybe it's because she has a grandmother who is the director."

Suddenly, a lamb said so.

Afterward, the other lambs suddenly realized, all feeling it made a lot of sense. Then, their gazes became even angrier. Looking at the back of the hairless monkey being pulled into the room by the goddess, their eyes turned blood-red.

Sheep pupils were already terrifying, and added to this bloodshot red...

It was lucky the Home Witch didn't look back at this moment, otherwise, she might have really been startled.

And after the two arrived in Audrey's room, the little ewe took out paper and a pen from the desk and started writing.

It was this scene that made Dorothy frown slightly again.

No way, paper and pens were precious items these days. Why would this dilapidated orphanage have these things? Wasn't it supposed to be so poor they couldn't even afford to eat?

However, before she could think too much, Audrey in front of her had already finished writing furiously.

She flipped the paper in her hand and showed it to Dorothy.

"Senior Sister, you must be careful. There is a demon in this orphanage that eats sheep."

Mei Yangyang reminded her. ===== CHAPTER 773 =====