booktalesy Chapter 5 Exciting!
Chapter 5 Exciting!
Jiang Rongrong casually tossed her live-streaming phone onto the bed when she ran away.
The camera was pointed at the ceiling, and at this point, only the sound of conversation could be heard in the live stream.
Lin Jinian didn't waste any words and got straight to the point:
"Now that the matter is resolved, what about the reward we discussed earlier..."
Jiang Rongrong's legs were still weak, and she was leaning against the door frame, panting. Upon hearing this, she nodded vigorously.
"Here you go! Right now! How much do you want?"
Lin Jinian thought for a moment.
That door lock looked pretty expensive; I might have to pay for it if I broke it.
And this time they really took action, using all their strength.
He held up two fingers, tentatively quoting a figure that he considered astronomical:
"Two...two thousand?"
After saying that, he still felt a little uneasy.
After all, the previous order was only 500, and this time it's quadrupled. Isn't that a bit too much?
To everyone's surprise, after listening, Song Qiaoyun picked up her phone and started operating it without saying a word.
"Ding! 2000 yuan received via WeChat."
Song Qiaoyun even breathed a sigh of relief and said in a tearful voice, "Thank you, Taoist priest!"
"Thank you so much, Taoist priest, for saving my life! Only 2000 is such a bargain!"
Lin Jinian: "..."
He looked at the balance on his phone and sighed inwardly:
It's so easy to make money off city dwellers.
We should do this business often from now on!
"Since there is nothing else, I shall take my leave."
Lin Jinian took the money and didn't want to stay a moment longer. He turned around and left, his back view extremely dashing.
Only after confirming that Lin Jinian had left the villa did the two girls dare to come out of the room completely.
Jiang Rongrong then remembered that her phone was still broadcasting live.
She rushed into the bedroom and grabbed her phone from the bed.
She was completely stunned when she saw it.
Number of viewers in the live stream: 4358!
Number of followers: 5.8
One live stream gained over 800 active followers!
This is unprecedented data for her in the past six months of live streaming!
The comments section is still flooded with messages:
"Where is the anchor? Did they just finish their performance and call it a day?"
"That Taoist priest is so handsome! Two thousand yuan for an appearance? That's so cheap, I'd like to hire him too!"
"That last transfer was so realistic, it cracked me up."
"Is the streamer alright? That scream was really scary."
Jiang Rongrong looked at the comments and felt both scared and excited.
That was so exciting!
But her mental state just can't hold on any longer.
She forced a pale smile at the camera:
"Family members... well, that's all for today's live stream."
"As for what just happened... whether it's true or false, you can judge for yourselves."
"Just think of it as watching an immersive short film."
"I'm too tired, I'm logging off now, bye!"
After saying that, the broadcast ended at lightning speed.
After putting down their phones, Jiang Rongrong and Song Qiaoyun slumped onto the bed, taking a long time to recover.
"Qiaoyun, look backstage..."
Jiang Rongrong suddenly exclaimed.
"What's wrong?"
"Today's gift revenue... is almost five thousand!"
Although both women come from well-off families and don't usually lack a few thousand yuan,
But the sense of accomplishment from earning a "huge sum" through your own live streaming is completely different!
"Five thousand yuan! That's more than I made in half a month of streaming!"
Jiang Rongrong blushed with excitement, and her earlier fear seemed to have dissipated considerably.
After they calmed down, they helped each other out of the bedroom and onto the second-floor corridor.
The lights have now been restored to normal.
As they used the bright lights,
When they saw the horrific state of the villa, their smiles froze.
A section of the second-floor stair railing was broken off.
There was a black scorch mark on the marble floor next to it.
The situation was even worse on the first floor.
The lock on the front door burst open, and the door panel cracked.
The most outrageous part was the middle section of the stairs; it looked like it had been hit by a grenade.
The tiles on several steps crumbled, revealing the cement underneath.
There was also a large area of radiating charred marks around it.
"This..." Song Qiaoyun swallowed hard.
"Rongrong, how are we going to explain this to your cousin?"
Jiang Rongrong looked at the mess on the ground.
On the verge of tears: "My cousin rarely comes back... but this doesn't seem like natural attrition, does it?"
"Never mind the explanation for now."
Jiang Rongrong looked at the red ropes fluttering all over the room and the strange scribblings on the walls.
A chill ran down my spine. "Quick! Tear all this junk off!"
"I feel like vomiting just looking at these red ropes!"
Despite their exhaustion, the two hurriedly began cleaning up the scene.
While pulling at those cheap talismans he'd bought for a few dollars,
Jiang Rongrong couldn't help but glance at the huge scorched pit.
The image of Lin Jinian's slender back appeared in my mind.
"Qingyun Temple... Lin Jinian..."
She murmured the name to herself.
The two hurriedly arranged the pile of red ropes used to create a festive atmosphere.
The bell and the cheap talisman paper were all stuffed into a large black garbage bag.
Without those gloomy decorations, the living room looked a little more normal.
However, the air still carried that lingering smell of burning.
Jiang Rongrong slumped onto the sofa, exhausted, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
Pointing to the two shocking scorch marks on the floor, he said weakly:
"Qiaoyun, let's ask the renovation team to redo these areas later."
"It would be best to replace this entire floorboard. If my cousin sees it, she'll kill me."
Song Qiaoyun was squatting on the ground, examining the deep crater left by the lightning strike with lingering fear.
Hearing Jiang Rongrong's words, she couldn't help but shiver and turned to ask:
"Rongrong, tell me... where did that thing come from?"
"This is a high-end villa area, how could there be such filth here?"
Jiang Rongrong shook her head, her face still somewhat pale:
"How would I know! If I had known there were unclean things in this house..."
"I would never choose to do a live stream here!"
"I just wanted to get into a scary atmosphere, but who knew... it would turn out to be real."
Song Qiaoyun stood up, dusted off her hands,
After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively asked:
"So...should we tell your cousin about this?"
"After all, it's her house. What if she comes back to live here in the future and something like this happens again..."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Rongrong gave a bitter smile:
"Say it? How? Tell her, 'Cousin, your house is haunted,'"
"And then a Taoist priest I invited struck it down with lightning?"
"Look, this floor was damaged by lightning?"
She sighed and continued:
"You know my cousin, she's a typical materialist, even more scientific than I am."
"If I told her that, she'd think I was either crazy or just making excuses to shirk responsibility."
"They might think this crater was created during one of my blasting experiments."
Song Qiaoyun thought about that scene and felt somewhat helpless:
"That's true. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it even if you beat me to death."