You Said It Was a Fake Ghost Hunt, So Why Am I Really Going In?

I was livestreaming a ghost hunt at its most thrilling moment, following the script and tossing out a fake talisman, when the coffin suddenly exploded.

A withered hand landed on my shoulder, and the stench of decay hit me full force.

The comments were still going wild: “Those special effects are insane!” “That fake blood smells strong, huh?”

My legs gave out and I collapsed, but my hand moved on its own, drawing a golden talisman in midair.

As the whole internet erupted, a private message appeared in my inbox:

“Fellow cultivator, that Five Thunder Spell you used on stream… who did you study under?”

The scariest part was that I didn’t know a thing about Taoist magic!

Only when a century-old flying corpse burst out of its coffin did my body move faster than my mind, stepping through the authentic Seven Star Footwork.

The day Uncle Jiu came knocking, the System activated.

From then on, by day I was a paranormal influencer with tens of millions of followers; by night, Uncle Jiu had me cramming the Maoshan Precepts.

When the gates of the underworld burst open and a million evil ghosts charged toward my livestream…

I raised my selfie stick, consecrated and ready: “Folks, tonight’s script is… hell mode.”