My Fiancé Went Ghost-Hunting at the Hospital with the Green Tea, So I Tore Them to Pieces

The platform manager took our team to livestream a paranormal investigation at an abandoned hospital.

My fiance Jiang Hao’s childhood friend, Qiao Manman, insisted on playing the pen fairy game in the middle of the night, saying it would get viewers more excited to send gifts.

She didn’t know that the hospital’s three basement levels had once been an infectious disease isolation ward. The structure had long since corroded and was dangerously unstable.

Watching them fantasize about becoming famous and wealthy once their livestream went viral, I gave a cold laugh.

In my previous life, I had desperately tried to stop them, warning the manager that the building was unsafe and could collapse at any moment.

He called off the livestream on the spot, and the promised ten-million-yuan signing bonus went up in smoke.

But Qiao Manman wasn’t willing to give up. In a fit of pique, she sneaked in late at night with Jiang Hao and several team members. The structure collapsed, and they were all buried alive in the third basement level.

When they died, the livestream equipment was still running. The footage showed their terrified faces as they were swallowed by concrete.

Jiang Hao’s parents blamed me for everything. They joined forces with Qiao Manman’s fans to subject me to online harassment, until I was driven to jump off a building and die a tragic death on a freezing winter night.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Qiao Manman proposed going to the third basement level to play the pen fairy game.