Chapter 800

"Ah? No, don't! Sister Hui, I was wrong, I won't talk nonsense anymore."

"Is that so? Then hurry back to your area."

Hearing this, Chu Youyou seemed to have mastered the skill of teleportation, and in the blink of an eye, she was far away.

"So powerful!? Is this the power of deducting money? Learned it, learned it."

Fang Yang was simply amazed; what kind of method was this!

"Alright, alright, today's matter is indeed my problem. Since that's the case, why don't we have a meal together? Oh, don't drink this time, otherwise..."

Li Hui held her forehead, seemingly thinking of something embarrassing.

"That sounds good."

Fang Yang nodded in support. Drink? Although he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, he would rather not drink if he could, otherwise, he would have to accompany them in acting.

"Good, good, I want to eat..."

(Tsk tsk tsk, sure enough, I knew this was something they acted out, and now they're eating together?)

(You're still concerned about this? Hurry up and look at the screen! It's too, too exciting! Awesome!)

I don't know when, but Fang Yang had already turned on the livestream, and it was still the same old way, with the pinhole camera attached to his collar.

Although the routine was old, it worked.

Fang Yang sat on the sofa again, waiting for the two of them to finish their final work.

"Hmm... stealing shots is not advisable."

Saying this, Fang Yang nodded, and then turned off the livestream.

Crisp and neat, with no intention of dragging things out.

"Ah? No? Really turned it off? This kid is good!"

Fang Yang's decisiveness made the fans itch with anger.

"Let's go, let's go, Brother Yang, let's set off. This time, let Sister Hui bleed a little!"

Looking at the extremely expectant Chu Youyou, Fang Yang just smiled and shook his head. Young people, being lively is normal. If they weren't lively and the whole person was lifeless, that would be abnormal.

Just as Li Hui said, this meal really didn't have any alcohol. After eating, Fang Yang left directly. He hadn't seen the latest news about the haunted house yet.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Fang Yang fell into deep thought while looking at the information in the folder.

"Hiss, this is going to be difficult."

Seemingly feeling that the information on the paper was tricky, Fang Yang shook his head, and this scene was seen clearly by the fans.

(Yo? Is Brother Yang out of inspiration and doesn't know how to film? That's fine, even if you film casually, we will watch it seriously.)

(That's right, Brother Yang, keep it up. If there's really no good plot, don't think about it. We won't mock you for false advertising.)

(God damn false advertising, upstairs, watch your mouth, say more if you can.)

Fang Yang glanced at the message area and ignored it. They didn't believe in the existence of ghosts and gods in this world, or rather, there hadn't been such things for a while, so many people wouldn't believe it. He didn't care; anyway, his livestream was about his work process, and as for what happened, that wasn't his concern.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow."

Fang Yang leaned against the chair and muttered to himself. To say this house was easy, it definitely wasn't that easy.

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But... to say it was difficult, it didn't seem like much trouble either, which made Fang Yang unable to judge the danger of this place.

(Oh my, is Brother Yang worried because the plot isn't thought out? At worst, let that beauty drag it out for a few more days. We won't have any objections.)

"Go, go, go, you guys are probably hoping for that, right? A bunch of old perverts, only knowing how to watch positive energy and do lewd things."

Fang Yang cursed, but it had no effect at all. Many people in the livestream were even proud of it; they were simply shameless!

Looking at the shameless persistence of the fans in the livestream, Fang Yang didn't doubt at all that if he didn't turn off the livestream, they could write a book, with the title "On the Things the Streamer Thinks About Day and Night to Film Horror Blockbusters."

"This generation of netizens is too hard to lead. Why don't they believe what I say? That thing is real!"

Fang Yang covered his face; he really had no other way. Since they didn't believe it, then they didn't believe it. In the future, when the world is occupied by the supernatural, presumably they will have to believe it then.

"... However, these guys were right about one thing, it's really a headache."

Fang Yang, who couldn't figure it out, decided not to think about it anymore. Let it be, he just lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Fang Yang didn't go out to prepare any props to deal with the supernatural. Instead, he relaxed and ate and drank at home all day. It wasn't until night fell that Fang Yang set off helplessly.

He didn't bring much, just the box he spent a lot of money to get from Jiuyang and the small gadgets with great power he got from the monk.

"I am truly stupid!"

Fang Yang got out of the car and stomped his feet hard when he saw the house in front of him. This was inside a house; if he used these area-of-effect weapons, he would lose his job in minutes.

"Master, that monk! He's just a money-grabbing scammer!"

Fang Yang kept cursing, but since he still had a job, he could only see if he could meet that monk again in the future.

"Forget it, let's go in first."

(Hahaha, sure enough, you got scammed, right? I told you that monk was likely a scammer.)

Ignoring his painful mood, Fang Yang walked straight toward the house.

"No? This, would anyone really take a fancy to this house?"

Looking at the tattered cloth strips tied to the door, Fang Yang pulled them off with disgust, revealing its original rusty appearance.

After wasting a lot of effort, Fang Yang finally opened the door.

"Here... is unexpectedly not bad. Although there is a little dust, it looks like it's cleaned regularly."

Fang Yang walked around the house casually. Hmm, although the air had a strange smell, it was far from the pungent smell of the previous house.

"Achoo~"

Fang Yang sneezed hard, and then his body trembled involuntarily.

"I give up, are these houses cold because they are too heavy or because they haven't been ventilated for a long time? Why is every one of them so cold?"

Feeling the two temperatures inside and outside the door, Fang Yang really wanted to bask in the sun outside. It was too cold.

(Brother Yang, endure it, after all, the path was chosen by yourself.)

Seeing this message, Fang Yang smiled faintly and agreed.

"Yes, the path was chosen by myself. Since I chose it, I have to finish it."

Fang Yang sighed and walked toward the bedroom.

"Not bad."

Looking at the various furniture in the bedroom covered with square cloths of various colors, presumably there was very little dust on them.

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Comparing it like this, this house was simply a favorite son!

Drip~

Fang Yang held his breath and looked outside the door. No one.

"Did you... hear any sound?"

Fang Yang, who didn't hear the sound again at this moment, suspected he had misheard and could only try to ask for help from the fans' sensitive ears.

(It seems... I did hear it, what about you guys?)

(Ah? Was there? My nephew asked me a question just now, I didn't pay attention, what happened?)

"Is that so?"

Fang Yang was a bit dazed. Asking was in vain. After all, some fans thought he was self-directing and acting, so presumably, they would always join the ranks of those who really didn't hear the sound.

Checking the house one by one, he finally found the room where the strange sound came from.

"Hmm... is it here?"

Fang Yang leaned down and pressed his ear tightly against the door, finally hearing the dripping sound faintly.

Bang~

He kicked the door open with dominance, the door lock was directly scrapped, and Fang Yang, who used too much force, also fell to the ground, clutching the leg he used, wailing in pain.

"My god, this door is really hard to open, it hurts me to death, ouch."

Fang Yang, who lay on the ground for a long time, stood up with the help of the wall and walked inside, stumbling.

In the kitchen, the dripping faucet was the culprit making the sound.

"Is this... broken?"

Fang Yang looked at the faucet with little water output and was a bit curious. Logically speaking, when the staff found a fault while cleaning, they should have reported it, right?

Otherwise, wouldn't people be able to press down the price everywhere when they come to see the house?

"Hmm... forget it, anyway, it's none of my business."

Fang Yang shook his head. Li Hui and Chu Youyou didn't know what kind of fingerprints they had forced him to press in secret. Since that was the case, he didn't need to help them wholeheartedly. He just needed to survive until the next day.