Livestream: While Others Flirt, I Catch Ghosts - Chapter 17
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Chapter 17: Desperate Escape
[Translation By Divinity]
Seeing the two men with their eyes rolling back, Dong Jianren didn’t dare to linger. He turned and sprinted toward the building’s exit.
He hadn’t run far when his legs gave out. A bone-chilling coldness enveloped him, as if freezing the blood in his veins.
With great effort, he turned his head, and a pale face with empty eye sockets stared directly at him.
He wanted to shake it off, but he couldn’t control his body.
His vision darkened, and a thin layer of ice began to form on his temples. His consciousness started to fade, but a fierce will to survive surged within him, his heart screaming.
At that moment, a strand of black hair floated out from his body, condensing into a ghost with long, flowing hair in mid-air.
The ghost then fiercely pounced on the shadow on his back.
Dong Jianren regained control of his body and watched as the ghost tore at the shadow, causing it to wail in agony.
Just as he rejoiced in his survival, more shadows swarmed towards him.
Seeing this, Dong Jianren’s eyes widened in terror.
‘The talisman! I still have the talisman!’ He gasped, biting his tongue hard. The pain jolted him, and with a thought, a talisman appeared in his palm.
The moment he held the Maoshan Protective Talisman, he slapped it onto his chest. A blue light, visible only to him, instantly enveloped him.
The numerous ghostly shadows lunging at him crashed into the blue light. Like moths flying into a flame, their black smoke dissipated upon impact.
At the same time, the blue light around him began to crack, eventually shattering into countless specks of light that vanished into the air.
He didn’t dare to waste any time and bolted towards the exit.
When he burst out of the emergency building, he was surprised to find that the ghostly shadows hadn’t followed him. They were merely roaring silently in the lobby.
Not daring to stay any longer, he continued running in the direction he had come from. Seeing the familiar wilderness again, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His legs trembled uncontrollably, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.
“Damn, I haven’t run like this in years. I almost ran my brains out.”
Dong Jianren cursed between breaths, pulling out his phone from his pocket.
He saw the live stream chat in an uproar.
– Five-Star General MacArthur: “The streamer’s playing it too risky! My heart almost stopped!”
– Elderly Young Pioneer: “I’ve already called the police! I can’t believe the Third Mental Hospital is involved in organ trafficking!”
– Two-Faced Black Tiger Pure Love Boiling Sheep: “Streamer, hang in there! Don’t die on us!”
– Crispy Leather Swallow: “Speaking of which, are those two people also mentally ill? They’re not chasing the streamer, just standing there twitching.”
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Dong Jianren knew why they said those two people were suddenly twitching. He had seen the reason after applying the Century-Old Green Bull Tear to his eyes, but he couldn’t explain it. If he did, he might be captured and dissected by the authorities.
Just as Dong Jianren was about to interact with the audience in the live stream, a sense of unease suddenly gripped him.
Thoughts raced through his mind.
‘What did I forget? The ghosts couldn’t chase me out of that building, and there’s no immediate danger to my life. What could it be?’
Suddenly, his pupils constricted as his eyes darted to the live stream page.
The exchange point balance beneath his avatar was only 500, the amount he received after completing Main Quest 1.
This meant he hadn’t completed Main Quest 2, which was to successfully escape the Third Hospital. He hadn’t heard the system notification for completing Main Quest 2.
That meant he hadn’t truly escaped the Third Hospital, and danger could still be lurking.
Dong Jianren quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket and sprinted away.
As he ran, a rumbling sound from behind confirmed his suspicions.
A pitch-black pickup truck, like a roaring beast, was speeding towards him. Behind the wheel was the man in glasses he had seen in the operating room.
Looking at the black pickup truck, Dong Jianren suddenly recalled the writing on the cardboard in the art room.
[The monster with four eyes is still waving its tentacles! I saw it! It ate Tutu’s head. The white jar is still spitting fire! Wherever it points, blood spurts out! The black horse can never get enough to eat! My good friends were all put into its belly!]
The four eyes referred to the man in the white coat who took the patients’ organs. His waving tentacles were his surgical tools, and the white jar was the surgical lamp above the operating table. Wherever the light pointed, the man in glasses would remove an organ. The black horse was this black pickup truck chasing him, the vehicle used to transport the organs. That’s why the cardboard said, “My good friends were all put into its belly!”
‘Damn it! I thought it was abstract art, but it turned out to be damn realism!’