Free Web NovelChapter 437: Chapter 439: Your Dear Old Dad
At some point, Sword Wandering the World felt a chill creep up his back, scale his spine, and wrap around his neck.
Sword Wandering the World shivered. He suspected his eyes were playing tricks on him, and it took him a long moment to process what he was seeing.
His eyes widened as he stared at his phone. He saw a figure standing beside him, wreathed in mist.
The figure was blurry, but its outline was clear. This was no hallucination!
He swallowed hard, wanting to take a drink of water to calm himself, but the hand he reached out with was shaking uncontrollably.
He finally managed to touch the cup on his bed, but his hand trembled so much that water spilled all over his blanket, not that he noticed.
The whole situation was terrifying and bizarre, something beyond normal comprehension. He shivered again, feeling a deep fear that made him want to look away.
But his eyes kept darting toward the figure against his will. Gripped by terror, he suppressed the urge, not daring to turn his head in the slightest.
Scenes from horror movies flashed wildly through his mind.
Recalling those horror movie scenes, he could already picture it: the moment he turned his head, he would see a deathly pale face staring right at him.
He trembled, feeling like he was about to wet himself.
’I could cry, but the tears won’t come. Where’s Dad? Dad, where are you? Come save me!’
Trembling, he tried to bring the cup to his mouth, but his hand refused to obey. Before the cup even touched his lips, all the water had spilled.
He couldn’t stand it anymore. Bracing himself as if he were facing death, he thought, ’Just one look behind me. Just one!’
He was both curious and terrified. In this eerie atmosphere, he finally made his decision.
He whipped his head around for a quick glance, then immediately snapped it back.
The live comments were already going wild.
[Whoa, I saw it! It really looks like there’s a ghost!]
[Holy shit, am I even supposed to be seeing this?]
[That’s a ghost, alright! It’s just a gray blur, but you can tell it’s human-shaped. I can’t really see it clearly, though!]
[It looks like an old man to me. You can vaguely see his clothes... why does it look like a worn-out leather jacket? Only old guys wear jackets like that.]
[No way, don’t say scary stuff like that!]
[You guys are overthinking it. What if it’s his father?]
But right now, Sword Wandering the World was in no state to read any of this.
He had trembled as he glanced back, and trembled as he turned away again. The viewers in the livestream were all curiously asking what he had seen.
What had he seen?
Seeing the screen full of questions, Sword Wandering the World took a deep breath and gave a bitter smile.
In reality, he had been so terrified that when he quickly turned his head, he had kept his eyes squeezed shut. What could anyone expect him to have seen?
He was a little embarrassed and turned his pleading gaze toward Su Nian on the screen.
’This is too scary! I’ve never experienced anything this intense in my life!’
He took a deep breath, planning to muster his courage and look back one more time, but his courage was already spent.
He no longer had the strength to do it. He tremblingly tried to turn his head, but his neck felt so stiff that he couldn’t move it at all.
At this thought, he heaved a deep sigh.
He tried to console himself. ’It’s definitely an illusion. It has to be an illusion!’
But was it an illusion? Did he even need to look to know the answer?
It was displayed bright and clear right in front of him. Even though he didn’t dare look behind him, the feed on his screen hadn’t missed a single frame.
The thought made him tremble even more. He felt snot and tears about to stream down his face. The physiological reaction to his fear caused waves of tears to flow, blurring his vision.
But he didn’t dare move an inch. ’In a situation like this, not being able to see is probably a good thing,’ he thought, terrified he would actually see the ghost.
[Host, you have to help him! I have a bad feeling that ghost is going to squeeze him to death!]
[Damn, this is so scary!]
[Even if the ghost doesn’t strangle him, I think it’s going to scare him to death!]
Sword Wandering the World sucked in a sharp breath. He stared ahead anxiously, his pupils constricting, not daring to make the slightest sound.
He was terrified of attracting the ghost’s attention. Who would have thought there was actually a ghost in his house—and that it would actually appear!
Even though everyone online was saying how amazing and powerful this host was...
...they were separated by such a great distance. What good was her power now!
Sword Wandering the World’s heart sank to the abyss. He was scared out of his wits.
According to the iron-clad laws of ghost movies, the ghost was probably climbing onto his back right now, or had already crept up beside him without him noticing.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt an icy chill envelop him. A wave of cold air washed over him, like being hit by an air conditioner on full blast in the middle of winter, making him shiver from head to toe.
Under this psychological pressure, he now felt something cold slowly press against his body. ’Don’t tell me the ghost really is climbing onto my back?’
The more he imagined, the more terrified he became. He couldn’t be bothered with his own strange thoughts anymore and stammered at Su Nian, "Host, quick, save me!"
After crying out for help, he had another thought. ’She’s so far away, how can she possibly save me?’
He started crying again, "Dad, hurry! Come save me!"
A grown man was crying, snot and tears streaming down his face in the livestream, yet not a single viewer mocked him.
Instead, they were all on the edge of their seats for him. Recently, livestreamed ghost-hunting and fortune-telling had become extremely popular on this platform, which had also attracted a large number of Daoists from so-called "proper" sects.
This led to many weird, bizarre, and hilarious clips.
However, a ghost suddenly appearing in a livestream was still a relatively rare event.
Witnessing such a legendary moment, the viewers were a mix of nervous, excited, and a little scared. Meanwhile, a group of long-time fans who believed in Su Nian’s abilities watched on calmly.
As the man at the center of it all, Sword Wandering the World trembled even more. The ghosts in movies were the absolute worst.
Especially the ones that suddenly jump out in your face, or quietly crawl up from your ankles, or were even lying on your back at that very moment.
The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. He was in his own room, yet right now he didn’t even dare to turn his neck.
When calling for Su Nian proved fruitless, he decided to just let it all go. Throwing all caution to the wind, he started wailing for his father.
He firmly believed that his dad would protect him!
Su Nian gave a helpless smile. "Stop wailing. The one standing next to you is your dear old dad."
Hearing this, the ones who turned pale with shock were the viewers—and, of course, Sword Wandering the World himself.
He took a trembling glance. ’This blurry figure... could it really be my dad?’
He couldn’t quite believe it.
But then he started wailing again, looking at Su Nian. "How is that possible? Why would my dad want to harm me? He’s my own father!"
Before Su Nian could speak, a familiar, heavy hand slapped him on the back.
It was the same slap he remembered—a hand as big as a cattail fan, a bit tan, broad, thick, and firm.
The blurry figure had solidified at some point and now roared, "You really are an idiot! You can’t even recognize your own father!"
