Surviving the Haunted Realm: All My Comments Are from Ghosts

Everyone who enters the Ghost Realm is livestreamed for the living to watch.

The first time Zhou Ye went in, he discovered a livestream room in front of him that only he could see.

The viewers were all ghosts.

[Hanged Ghost: Open the door! That thing inside is starving!]

[Paper Effigy Shop Owner: Don't listen to him. Pick up the pair of dead men's shoes by the door first.]

[Red-Dressed Female Ghost: Touch those shoes, and you'd better not sleep tonight.]

[Old Liu the Gambler: Place your bets! I'm wagering this kid won't live past the rooster's crow!]

[Wang's Incense and Candles: Burial robes, spirit money, funeral wreaths, delivered anywhere in the city. Streamer, give us your name for a five percent discount.]

Zhou Ye stared at the flood of comments and fell silent for a long while.

These ghosts had more opinions than anyone.

And the worst part was, they all contradicted one another.

Some tried to trick him into opening the door.

Some bet on his life.

Some followed him around to watch the stream.

Some shoved things at him and asked him to do their bidding.

And one vicious ghost was hunting him down, but halfway through the chase, it actually ran into the livestream room and posted a comment first.

[Stop hiding.]

[I can see you.]

Zhou Ye had only wanted to make it back alive.

Until one day, a nameless little ghost he'd never seen before suddenly posted a comment.

[Brother Xiao Ye.]

[Why are you back again?]

Zhou Ye stared at those words, frozen for a long time.

Because eighteen years ago, he had been seven.

That year, he drowned and his heart stopped once.

And in the memory everyone had long dismissed as a nightmare...

There really had been a little ghost.

It had taken his hand.