Boom!

A thunderous sound resounded.

The clock downstairs slowly began to strike, exactly twelve times.

The corners of the room no longer dripped water, but a thick fog filled my house. In this fog, I once again heard the sound of a woman crying.

The bloody handprints on the wall reappeared, gradually forming a distorted woman's face.

"Tongtong, where are you? Mom made soup for you!"

I heard my mom's mournful voice from outside the room.

The high heels walked on the ground, making a piercing sound.

I quickly placed my live streaming phone in front of the computer, took out another spare phone from my pocket, opened the room door, and ran downstairs from the second floor.

Little did I know that the situation on the first floor was even worse!

The dense fog had completely filled the house, and there were traces of fire everywhere. A pungent smell filled the air.

I covered my abdomen and coughed heavily, desperately trying to unlock the door latch in front of the main door.

But no matter how hard I pulled, the door wouldn't open.

My mom's voice resounded from upstairs again, "Tongtong, where are you?"

I hurriedly hid in the study, curling up under the bed, and opened my phone to enter the live streaming room.

In the live stream, my mom walked into my room with the soup.

Her steps were very stiff, her body straight, and the white color on her face was gone, replaced by patches of purple and green skin.

My mom placed the bowl on the table, turned her head, and her head rotated 360 degrees along her neck.

"Tongtong, my Tongtong! Where are you?"

The live streaming room instantly filled with red comments.

A Feng: [Oh my god! Where did the host go? Did she die?] (Note: These are comments from other viewers in the live stream)

Dong Ge: [This must be the latest AR technology! Otherwise, why hasn't the official shut down this live stream?] (Note: These are comments from other viewers in the live stream)

I was terrified too, and instinctively wanted to call Jujuozi, but my live streaming phone was left in the room!

It was only on that phone that I had his number.

"Tongtong, are you still blaming Mom?"

My mom sat silently on the bed, unable to see me.

After a long time, her body began to shake violently, and her hands tightly clutched her own face.

"Tongtong!"

My mom suddenly raised her head, and a piece of her facial skin was completely peeled off by her hands. Two eyeballs instantly shed tears of blood.

The live streaming room erupted in screams.

Suddenly, the screen in the live streaming room turned black. Just as I thought it was being blocked, Jujuozi's voice rang out again, "Ghosts don't cry, but if they do, something is wrong! Run! Your mom is going to kill you! I've calculated that there's still a glimmer of hope in the northwest corner of your house! I'll be in your neighborhood soon! You must hide!"

As Jujuozi hung up the phone, my mom's face appeared on the camera again.

"So you've hidden, huh!"