Part 1The Ghost in the Livestream

My husband took me and his childhood sweetheart on a live-streamed exploration of an abandoned mental asylum.

Halfway through, I felt a shadow following us.

Just as I was about to warn them, the writhing shadow dragged me into the darkness.

No matter how I screamed and struggled, it was useless. My husband made no move to save me.

Watching the viewer count skyrocket, he smiled happily at his childhood sweetheart, Sophie.

"Great! After this stream, my media company will be saved!"

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Netizens were discussing fervently in the live chat.

"Eighty years ago, the staff at this asylum suddenly went mad and disappeared with the patients. Could this shadow be their residual spirits?"

"Bold to stream in such a creepy place. I think this woman is doomed."

"What a miserable scream. I want to see how she is now."

I could confirm that the thing in front of me was definitely not a "residual spirit" as the netizens claimed. It was a deformed beggar.

The beggar, whose bones were twisted, could only crawl on the ground. Covered in filth and lice from years of not bathing.

I had unintentionally intruded on his territory during the stream, and he suddenly attacked, tearing at my clothes in a frenzy.

Meanwhile, my husband, Julian, stood by and watched, leaving me to face him alone.

At that moment, I felt that death would be a relief.

I don't know how long passed before I felt the person leave me.

Through the haze, I heard Sophie's voice, "Don't worry, I've driven away the spirit. You're safe now."

I opened my eyes slightly to see Julian pointing the camera right at me.

My clothes were torn to shreds, and he was exposing me, naked and vulnerable, to the public.

Ignoring my head shaking in protest, he pushed further, zooming in for close-ups.

The bite marks on my collarbone, the bruises on my waist, the purple marks on my thighs—all were laid bare for everyone to see...

At this moment, viewers flooded the stream, and the view count hit its peak.

People commented on my broken body, discussing whether I would survive the day.

My heart felt like it was being gnawed by thousands of ants. I never expected that agreeing to be a guest on Julian's stream would lead to this disaster.

A metallic taste rose in my throat. I couldn't hold it back and spat out a mouthful of blood, losing consciousness amidst a deafening ringing in my ears.

"Look, she's dying."

"She asked for it. Serves her right!"

Netizens chatted excitedly, but they didn't see my final outcome.

Julian turned off the stream just in time.