Is there a ghost?

"Ghosts!" Wen Qing's scalp tingled in fear.

"Hahaha! Look closely, Wen Qing!"

"LOL, Wen Qing, are you trying to be funny?"

"No way, is the streamer really this timid?"

Wen Qing suddenly realized something. She focused her gaze and noticed that the shadows of the trees outside were swaying, giving the illusion of a human figure. It was just her scaring herself.

She laughed awkwardly, her face turning red. "I was just testing you guys! I knew it was just the shadow of the trees!"

Pouting her lips, Wen Qing spoke in a spoiled manner. "Hahaha! Is the streamer fooling herself?"

"I'm in love, I'm in love. The streamer's pouting face is so adorable!"

"Are you focused on that, guys?"

The barrage of comments kept coming, creating a harmonious atmosphere in the comment section.

"Alright, let's continue exploring the second floor!" Wen Qing picked up her phone stand and resumed her adventure. "Look, this is the third-grade classroom. Tianwang Elementary School has three third-grade classes. Let's go to Class 3 and check it out!"

With her phone in one hand and a flashlight in the other, Wen Qing moved from one classroom door to another, illuminating the doorplates.

"Oh! Here it is!" Suddenly, she stopped at the entrance of a classroom. The doorplate faintly displayed the words "Class 3." However, the inscription had become very blurry over the years.

She opened the door and entered the classroom. Inside, she saw neatly arranged desks and chairs, a wooden podium, and a rudimentary blackboard. As Wen Qing walked through the aisle with her phone's light, she felt a little nostalgic. It was as if she could hear the sounds of studying from over ten years ago.

Suddenly, her gaze settled on one particular desk. She directed the flashlight towards the desktop and noticed that compared to the other desks, this one had some faint markings made with a permanent marker.

"Mother... pig? Bitch? Whore?"

She found a few slightly clearer words, but none of them were pleasant.

"Oh my! Could this be Wang Kexin's desk?"

"These words were definitely written by her classmates who bullied her!"

"That's outrageous! How can third-grade students be so malicious?"

"Do they even realize how much harm these words can cause to an underage child?"

The comment section was filled with people cursing the seven deceased children responsible for the bullying.

Wen Qing fell silent. She could almost envision the suffering that Wang Kexin had endured. Suddenly, she felt a chill down her spine. She turned slightly, but there was nothing to be seen.

"Oh, it's just that the window wasn't closed!" Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, there seems to be something in the drawer!" Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of something in the drawer. She reached in and pulled out a dusty group photo. She used a tissue to wipe the photo clean.

"It's a group photo of Class 3!" "Hey, look, isn't that Wang Kexin?" Under the photo, there were corresponding names, and although they were blurry, Wen Qing quickly found Wang Kexin.

She was a girl with a clear face but an extremely silent expression. Wen Qing stared at the photo, feeling as if the Wang Kexin in the picture was staring back at her. She gasped, feeling a bit scared.

"Uh... there's nothing interesting in this classroom. Let's go!" She shook her head, intending to leave.

However, this action attracted mockery from the viewers in the livestream chat. "Is the streamer scared?" "Wen Qing, just admit it if you're scared!" "Wen Qing, you can't handle this!"

But at this point, Wen Qing had made up her mind to leave. "It's getting late. Let's not waste time here! We still need to go upstairs!" She closed the door and walked out of the classroom. She continued along the corridor and soon arrived at the staircase.

"Oh, that's the teachers' office over there!" Wen Qing thought for a moment. She hadn't been to the teachers' office yet and wanted to take a look. She decided to go there and started walking towards the teachers' office.

However, at that moment, she was horrified to see a figure standing in front of the teachers' office. "Ah!" She screamed in terror, her legs trembling. "Hahaha, this is hilarious! Is the streamer scared again?" "Wen Qing, don't scare yourself!" "Once is enough, why do it again? If you can't handle it, don't do paranormal livestreams!" But this time, Wen Qing didn't pay attention to them. She slowly pointed her flashlight forward. In an instant, the chat room exploded. "Holy shit!" "Holy shit!" "Holy shit!" Countless "holy shits" flooded the chat. "Streamer, run! It's a real ghost!" "This is a real ghost, run!" "We're doomed, the streamer will die young!" The figure in front of her was short, with hair falling loosely over their chest. They stood silently, and their face was indistinguishable. Wen Qing was so scared that she sat down on the floor. "Streamer, do you have garlic?" "Streamer, bring out your cross!" "Streamer, protect yourself with mercury!" "Streamer, please take out your sanitary pad!" Various suggestions kept pouring in from the chat, but Wen Qing ignored them all. At that moment, someone with the username "AlwaysSlackingAlwaysEnjoying" spoke up.

"I see, it's a Groundbound Spirit. No need to pay attention to it, just don't go to the teachers' office!" As soon as this statement was made, people in the livestream chat immediately started asking questions.

"How do you know? Are you a paranormal expert?"

After all, one couldn't joke around with someone's life. But just as Wen Qing was about to run out of Tianwang Elementary School, a gust of wind blew, and the main gate closed shut. Soon after, the windows also closed.

"Jié jié jié jié! Jié jié jié jié!" Sinister laughter echoed from all directions, filled with an eternal sorrow. Wen Qing was petrified with fear.

"What is a Groundbound Spirit?"

"Isn't the streamer a supernatural being? Can't they just use a couple of moves to get rid of the ghost?"

But Wen Qing didn't want to engage with these people who were just seeking excitement. She quickly asked, "Excuse me, sir, what is a Groundbound Spirit?"

Ye Li was taken aback. Wen Qing didn't even know what a Groundbound Spirit was? And she had the audacity to do a paranormal livestream? So he spoke up, "A Groundbound Spirit is a type of supernatural entity, considered to be the weakest, categorized as E-level. They can only move within a certain range."

"They usually don't harm people without reason, as they are focused on fulfilling their own wishes. However, in some cases, when a Groundbound Spirit's wish remains unfulfilled for a long time, they can develop resentment and transform into malevolent spirits."

"It's best to avoid provoking them and take a detour when encountering a Groundbound Spirit. Moreover, judging by its appearance, that particular Groundbound Spirit is likely close to transforming into a malevolent spirit."

Ye Li explained in one breath, and Wen Qing listened intently. The viewers in the livestream chat were also impressed.

"Wow, this guy is so knowledgeable!"

"Look at him, he must be either a spirit slayer or an expert in the supernatural!"

"Impressive, impressive! I admire you!"

The chat was filled with compliments, and Wen Qing couldn't help but think that this person must have some real skills in real life.

"So, what should I do? Sir!" She pleaded for help.

"The best choice for you now is to turn around and leave, go home, take a shower, and get a good night's sleep."

"This school is not ordinary, overflowing with supernatural energy. I don't know where you found the courage to come here."

Upon hearing Ye Li's words, Wen Qing broke into a cold sweat. If even this person said so, it must be true!

She couldn't help but look around, fearing that she had already attracted the attention of something sinister.

She seemed to see a chaotic dance of malevolent spirits and a howling mob right before her eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave, I'll leave!" Trembling, Wen Qing quickly got up, hurried downstairs, and ran towards the exit of Tianwang Elementary School without looking back.

At this moment, the viewers in the livestream chat didn't have much to say.