Such a bizarre scene, yet it brought a smile to Su Nian's lips.
She leaned casually against the car the man had driven, watching this grim farce unfold.
She watched as the contorting ghosts devoured the man bite by bite, his wails growing louder and louder.
Without looking back, Su Nian frowned in distaste, then turned and walked away decisively.
The next day, she arrived at the Daoist Temple right on time.
A boy with a beet-red face, looking extremely nervous, poked his head in and entered cautiously.
"Master, did you hear? Tang Laosan is dead!"
Su Nian smiled, feigning confusion.
"Tang who?"
"The man from your livestream yesterday! You ended the stream, so none of us knew what happened. Then this morning, the news reported that he died in his own home!"
"And it was a gruesome death, too! Totally horrifying!"
Su Nian looked at his face, flushed red with excitement. He looked quite young, and clearly, he had a strong interest in such matters.
