Su Feng walked up to the white-clad ghost and studied her intently, like a delinquent eyeing a vulnerable girl at night.
The ghost: "…"
For the first time, it felt the invasive weight of a human gaze.
[Honestly, the streamer's scarier than the ghost.]
[The ghost's already lost the intimidation game.]
[How are you all just accepting ghosts exist!? THIS IS A GHOST!]
[Ghosts? I just wanna know if we can dissect it.]
The ghost hung its head, hair obscuring its face, exuding an icy aura that hinted at imminent violence. Su Feng ignored the danger and reached out to brush its hair aside.
"Girl, this gloomy look doesn't suit you. Show off that pretty face!"
Underneath the hair was a bloody, skinless visage—muscle exposed, eyes bulging, staring hatefully at Su Feng.
Su Feng: "…"
He gently lowered its hair. "No wonder you hide it."
The ghost: "…"
Su Feng suddenly remembered the live streaming. "Mods, blur this lady's face, please!"
[Too late. Pants already wet.]
[WHY WOULD YOU LIFT A GHOST'S BANGS!? I DROPPED MY FOOD!]
[Is the streamer mentally ill? Who does this!?]
[The best way to conquer fear is to face it. OORAH!]
"Your face… isn't ideal, but don't give up! Modern tech can fix anything!" Su Feng patted the ghost's shoulder reassuringly.
The ghost trembled, as if suppressing something.
"Save… save…"
"What?"
Su Feng leaned closer. The ghost screamed: "SAVE ME!"
The cry startled viewers, but Su Feng remained unfazed.
"How?"
The ghost hesitated, then shrieked: "Fire! Everywhere! The room… my body… BURNING!"
Flames erupted across the villa—walls, floors, and the ghost's body.
"I'm on fire! Please… take me out!"
Her desperate plea carried genuine anguish. Su Feng's teasing demeanor vanished.
"Alright. Let's go."
Ignoring the illusory flames, he gripped her hand. Fire crawled up his arm, mimicking real pain. When he tried to pull her forward, her hand froze like an anchor.
The ghost collapsed, legs charred and crushed. "It hurts! The beam fell… I can't move!"
"I'll carry you."
Su Feng crouched, cradling Torchic with one arm. "Climb on. I've got you."
The ghost stared, stunned, before clinging to his back. Flames engulfed them both, agony searing through Su Feng's body. Step by step, he trudged toward the exit.
To viewers, they looked like two human torches.
[You got this, Feng-ge! Almost there!]
[Correction: The villa's finally evicting this menace.]
[Mad respect! Carrying a ghost? You're my hero!]
[Why's he shaking? Ghosts weigh nothing!]
Three steps… two… one…
Su Feng grabbed the doorknob. Instantly, the flames vanished. The ghost's weight disappeared.
He turned to find only a confused Haunter and retreating Gengars.
"Haunter…"
"Geng…"
Haunter gave him a conflicted glance before fleeing. Su Feng chased it upstairs to the charred rocking chair room.
Haunter cowered in a corner, hiding in shadows.
Su Feng approached softly. "It's over, Haunter. Those memories… you don't have to relive them."