When a rotten ghost hand was suddenly stuck outside the classroom window, my phone automatically started live streaming.
The barrage flooded the screen like crazy: "Anchor, run! This is the red level!"
"The reward is 10 billion coins! Please live for five more minutes!"
My legs felt weak and I wanted to turn off the live broadcast, but the system prompt sounded coldly:
"The higher the audience's fear level, the higher your survival rate."
The ghost hand suddenly smashed the glass, and the barrage exploded instantly:
"Holy shit! Anchor, look at the ceiling behind you!"
