My name is Lin Yu, a supernatural anchor who relies on scripts and special effects to fool people. Until that day, I was broadcasting live in a haunted parking lot, planning to use remote-controlled light tubes and actors to perform a good show of "the ghost in red".
The light exploded on its own.
The assistant's distorted scream came from the intercom: "Run... It's not in the script..."
The same sentence was posted on the barrage like crazy, coming from countless weird digital IDs: [Stay].
The zipper of the suitcase at my feet was slowly opening on its own, and a pair of female hands with red nails rested on the edge.
To make matters worse, I found myself involved in a "show" that I couldn't quit. The indifferent digital "audience" promulgated the rules, the mysterious "special effects team" had ulterior motives, and the jade pendant and torn book left behind by my grandfather who was said to be just a storyteller... Turned out to be real!
Now, the live broadcast cannot be stopped and the script has completely collapsed. Under the watchful eyes of countless "audiences", I will transform from a fake heavenly master to a real rookie, relying on my grandfather's inheritance and a little bit of wit to survive in the real horror.
Because stopping means "the performance is over".
The price of termination is that my existence is completely erased.
