The unsettling, bone-chilling cold in the room grew more intense.
At the same time, small, blood-red footprints began to appear one by one on the white wall,
as if an invisible infant was crawling eerily across its surface.
The ghastly chill seemed to cling to her pores, a persistent irritation that followed her like a shadow.
Su Nian started her live stream again. At this hour, plenty of night owls were still awake. Thanks to the fanbase Su Nian had built, a flood of viewers poured into the stream in just a few short seconds.
The cold air seemed to pass right through the screen, making many of the viewers shiver involuntarily.
[Why is the streamer suddenly live again?!]
[Are there footprints on that white wall, or am I seeing things?]
[And wait, does it look like someone is hanging in the kitchen?!]
[That's not all, look! It looks like there's someone outside the window too!]
[What the hell is going on? Is someone else looking for a death wish?]
