Chapter 67: Midnight TV, Coffins and Ashes Building

Chapter 67 - Midnight TV, Coffins and Ashes Building Note: Don't Forget to join my Patreon.com/flokixy to get access to +70 Advance Chapters or unlock the full story from the shop support so I can bring more Chapters for you Due to the fact that Yāo Yāo personally employed Taoist methods during this live broadcast, the popularity of the stream far exceeded previous sessions. The overwhelming number of participants caused delays in the lottery system, resulting in a lag of over ten seconds before it finally succeeded. To everyone's surprise, the person drawn this time was a man—much older than the previous "fated one," likely in his early thirties. His face appeared haggard; stubble covered his chin, and his hair was messy, resembling a bird's nest. However, upon seeing the successful connection, his eyes lit up as if he had found salvation. "Master, save me!" He didn't even wait for Yāo Yāo to ask what he wanted to consult about, immediately shouting for help. The viewers in the live chat were stunned. [Just when I thought the last fated one—a sister—had such a tragic situation, I hoped this one would have better luck.] [Now it seems like things are going to get serious!] [Indeed, the fated ones in this livestream must have strong hearts. One wave after another—it's too thrilling.] "This uncle, please tell me your situation first, and then I can see how best to assist you!" Yāo Yāo cleverly took control of the conversation, her large, sparkling eyes shimmering with an almost magical allure that inexplicably calmed the nerves of the fated one. Taking a deep breath, the man slowly recounted the strange occurrences he had been experiencing since moving into his new home. It started shortly after he relocated. He began hearing murmurs in his ears. Initially, he assumed it was tinnitus and visited a hospital, where doctors found no major issues but suggested stress-related fatigue and prescribed some sleep aids. For several days, the medication seemed to alleviate the symptoms, leading him to believe he had recovered. But recently, the tinnitus returned with greater intensity—and worse yet, something far more terrifying occurred. His eyes brimmed with palpable fear as he continued. "These days, my TV keeps turning on by itself. I never watch TV, and there's no one else living with me." "I keep dreaming about groups of old men and women surrounding me, chattering away." "I can't understand a word they're saying, and every time I wake up from these nightmares, I fall back asleep only to dream them again." This had severely disrupted his life. Each morning, he woke up feeling as though he'd been subjected to sleep paralysis, leaving him increasingly fatigued and unable to function properly at work. In fact, he hadn't been able to go to work at all recently—which explained why he was watching the livestream. "Master, I'm definitely being haunted by something unclean! You have to save me!" Because of these eerie events, his girlfriend, who had visited a few times, suddenly broke up with him, cutting off all contact without warning. When he went to her apartment, he discovered she had moved out, leaving him devastated. The reason he bought this house in the first place was because their relationship seemed stable—he even envisioned marriage. Now, not only had she left, but the house itself felt cursed. If it turned out to be a haunted property, selling it anytime soon would be impossible. The fated one sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face alongside snot. "Uncle, please calm down first, then show me around your house." After hearing his description, Yāo Yāo furrowed her brows. Based on what she heard, the situation was indeed abnormal. But when she examined his astrological chart, she saw no signs of heavy yin energy or possession. Even the faint traces of negative energy were minimal. This suggested that whatever supernatural presence existed, it likely didn't intend harm—at least not directly. However, the recurring incidents with the TV and dreams hinted at something else entirely: perhaps warnings or messages meant for him. Since the disturbances began after moving into this place, they should start by investigating the house. "Alright, I'll show you around." Realizing now wasn't the time for tears, the fated one composed himself and began guiding Yāo Yāo through the rooms using his phone camera. Starting from the living room, then the bedroom and bathroom, he quickly showcased every part of the apartment. At this point, some viewers noticed something odd. [Wait, why is there no kitchen? Does this guy not cook at all?] "That's right—I'm firmly committed to takeout and dining out. My ex-girlfriend didn't like cooking either. When we looked at this unit, the real estate agent mentioned that none of the units in the building came with kitchens. They offered a discount of several thousand yuan, so I thought it was a great deal and signed the contract." As the fated one explained, the audience froze in disbelief. [I mean, I get that someone might not need a kitchen if they don't cook, but why does the entire building lack kitchens? What was the developer thinking? Are they only targeting customers who don't cook?] Most young couples buying homes are preparing for married life, which naturally includes cooking meals. Very few people rely solely on takeout or dining out like this fated one. Such a design choice clearly defied market trends. Any rational businessman wouldn't make such a foolish decision unless... unless the building had other purposes. Initially complacent, the fated one realized the absurdity of the situation once pointed out. It simply didn't add up. Just then, Yāo Yāo spoke again. "Uncle, please check the corridor outside your door." "Okay." Obediently stepping outside, he switched his phone camera to rear view so Yāo Yāo could see more clearly. With the full picture revealed, the audience collectively gasped. [Whoa, I don't know why, but just looking at this floor plan gives me the creeps!] [It feels so eerie. Why is the hallway designed so narrow?] [And the doors are way too close together. Isn't it awkward bumping into neighbors constantly?] At first, the fated one wasn't overly concerned, but one comment struck him hard. [If the layout is this cramped, how come I've never seen any neighbors?] That was when it hit him. There were four units on his floor, yet since moving in, he had never encountered another resident—not even anyone from other floors. A coincidence here or there could be explained, but never meeting anyone? Something wasn't right. Could the entire building be filled with haunted properties? Was the developer trying to pull a fast one? Thinking about this possibility made the fated one furious, his expression twisting into a bitter grimace. Still clinging to hope, he asked hesitantly, "Master, did I buy a haunted house?" Looking into his hopeful eyes, Yāo Yāo shook her head unexpectedly, causing the man's eyes to light up briefly. But before he could rejoice, she added solemnly: "Uncle, while it's not a haunted house, it's certainly not a good one. If I'm correct, this should be what we call a 'coffin building.'" "A coffin building?" The phrase threw him off completely. He'd never heard of such a term before. Pausing briefly, Yāo Yāo chose her words carefully. "In simple terms, aside from you, the other 'residents' in this building aren't living people—they're ashes of the deceased!" Wh-what?! The fated one froze, staring at the tightly spaced doors around him. Goosebumps erupted across his skin. At that moment, an icy draft swept through the open windows, sending shivers down his spine.