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This brought a slight sense of relief to Qian Qian, but she still dared not let her guard down.
As Qian Qian stepped out of the elevator, she found herself on a strange street.
She had no idea where she was or which direction to take.
Daoist Master Wu Xie suggested that Qian Qian find a crowded place to hide and wait for dawn.
Following the advice, Qian Qian began searching the street for a suitable refuge.
During her search, she encountered several passersby.
She asked them for directions to the nearest hotel or internet café.
The friendly responses from the strangers warmed her heart.
With their help, Qian Qian found a twenty-four-hour internet café.
She quickly entered and chose a secluded spot to sit down.
Then she took out her phone and sought assistance from Daoist Master Wu Xie.
Daoist Master Wu Xie reassured Qian Qian that she should be safe now.
He advised her to stay in the café until dawn before heading home.
However, when Qian Qian looked up, she realized there was no one around!
Before her, the computer screen displayed a bloody message—
“Welcome to Hell!”
Qian Qian had pressed the button for the first floor in the elevator, but it remained motionless.
The display showed the twelfth floor without any change.
Despite multiple attempts, the elevator refused to move.
The elevator doors finally opened, and Qian Qian stepped out, realizing she was still standing at the entrance of the twelfth floor.
She understood that escaping via the elevator was impossible.
Deciding to abandon the elevator, Qian Qian chose to take the stairs down.
She ran wildly in the darkness, the motion-sensor lights in the corridor flickering on with her footsteps.
In her mind, Qian Qian silently counted the floors she descended, but when she looked up to see the number still displaying "12," she realized she had encountered the "Ghost Wall," trapped in an endless loop within the corridor, unable to leave the twelfth floor.
After enduring a long period of fear and despair, Qian Qian finally collapsed on the stairs, crying out loud.
Her body was exhausted, hungry, and overwhelmed with terror, rendering her unable to move any further.
Viewers in the comments expressed sympathy and fear for Qian Qian's plight.
They watched helplessly as she suffered, feeling both powerless and terrified, while some called for Daoist Master Wu Xie to come to her rescue.
Daoist Master Wu Xie informed Qian Qian through the comments that due to Painted-Skin Ghost's determination to take her skin, escape was not an option.
He advised her to hide at home and taught her a method: wear Black Clothing, apply Pot Ash or Mosquito Coil Ash on her face, and drop three drops of fingertip blood on a jade pendant. This would make Painted-Skin Ghost unable to see her for fifteen minutes.
Following the viewers' suggestions, Qian Qian decided to try this method.
She returned home, donned Black Clothing, applied Pot Ash on her face, and dripped fingertip blood onto the jade pendant.
The method seemed to work; Painted-Skin Ghost did not come looking for her temporarily.
Qian Qian spent the night accompanied by the comments from viewers.
As dawn broke and sunlight streamed into her room, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After thanking the viewers, Qian Qian closed the live stream.
After experiencing the Ghostly Veil and the Ghost Wall, I finally returned home.
Standing at the front door, I felt a sense of fear about going back for the first time.
I took a deep breath and cautiously opened the door.
The house was dark, with only the faint glow of the television flickering in the shadows.
My mother sat in the living room, staring at the silent screen.
She held the remote control in her hand, her expression filled with sorrow.
It seemed like she had been crying.
On the television, a soap opera was playing, showing a scene where the male lead confessed his feelings to the female lead.
At that moment, my mother was sitting sideways.
She didn’t look at me.
Yet, I felt a chilling breeze and a foul odor wash over me.
The stench made my stomach churn violently.
I quietly made my way toward the bedroom, trying not to disturb her.
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