Playing the Villain in a Supernatural Game [Metaphysics]

[Writing is hard, so please support the official version. Jinjiang charges just three cents per thousand characters QAQ] [My next story will be This Ghost Story Is Real. Please add it and my author page to your favorites~] Sheng Xieyang accidentally picked up a phone. From then on, every place she entered had a chance of turning into a horror game stage. The bosses in the games all met different ends, and every one of them was vicious. Charcoal-Burning-Level Clubber: "This person has a weak birth chart. They're hin suited to be possessed." The Prettiest Red-Clad Ghost for Ten Miles Around: "Heh heh, a newcomer has arrived. We can have an extra serving tonight." I Have No Head, but I Know I'm a Good Girl: "What a beautiful head. I've finally found one that suits my looks. I'm so happy~" In response, occult expert Sheng Xieyang laughed. "One comes, I tear one apart. Two come, I tear both apart. This is a perfect chance to help boost the underworld's reincarnation rate." The bosses: "???" Did you get our script mixed up with yours? Don't come any closer!! 1. Please add my author page and story to your favorites, sweet little angels. Kisses =3=~ 2. My author page has other completed stories. If you're interested, click my name to check them out. I'm busy with work, so updates are relaxed. I recommend letting the story build up before reading. Writing is hard, so please support the official version, thank you~ Here's the next story I'm planning to write. If you're interested, please add it to your favorites~ This Ghost Story Is Real: Visit my author page on the app or mobile site to see it. On desktop, click: Blurb: When Lin Yanzhu received a fan challenge, he was polishing a piece of porcelain handed down by an elder in his family. The comments flooded in, demanding a livestream of the family heirloom. He smiled and turned the camera. "This is a blue-and-white vase decorated with the Eight Treasures. There's a crack on the base..." The vase suddenly tilted three inches toward the camera. The comments abruptly filled with "Look at the mouth of the vase!" In the close-up, five ashen fingers were slowly reaching out from inside it. The livestream was quickly taken down, but search interest still exploded. While Lin Yanzhu was baffled, he received a private message from Xie Qingluan: "Mr. Lin, what you were polishing wasn't an antique." Before the young man in a Taoist robe knocked on his door, Lin Yanzhu swore he was still a cheerful successor to socialism. That was until he watched the security footage and saw the Eight Treasures vase wandering down the hallway at midnight, its mouth stained with blood. And that was only the beginning. One strange thing followed another. In a promotional vlog he filmed at a museum, the figures in a painting of court ladies moved one inch closer to the edge each night. At a sculpture village he visited, an unfinished clay sculpture suddenly grew a beauty mark beneath its eye, exactly like Lin Yanzhu's. Even his family seemed a little strange... Standing before a roaring statue of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, Lin Yanzhu was on the verge of collapse. "Taoist Priest Xie, you always say we should believe in science. Then can you explain why all thirty-seven of these Buddha statues are staring at me??" Xie Qingluan replied calmly, "Science is... the evolution of AI face-swapping technology. Look how realistic their special effects are." Lin Yanzhu touched a fragment from the flying Guanyin statue and thought in despair: Was I really supposed to be polishing not an antique vase that day, but my shattered worldview and dusty soul?! Theme: