As the sun set, night fell.
Visibility decreased, and the cold moonlight cast down.
Bringing a hazy glow.
In such an environment, it was easy to think of bad things.
For example: ghosts.
Or, a dark and windy night for murder.
What's more, in this place full of graves?
But, some people just made a living from it.
"Monkey, is this the place?"
Four figures stopped in front of a grave.
Three men and one woman, all carrying tools.
Some were watching their surroundings, while others were examining the grave from all sides.
Still others were confirming the location of the entrance.
The speaker was the tall man in the lead.
Sturdy build, with a rough, stern face.
Also known by everyone as 'Boss'.
Beside him, a shorter, skinny man, like a monkey, looked around.
Then he nodded, "Boss, this should be it."
According to the information they received, there should be a sizable tomb here.
It belonged to an official from the past.
And many things were buried with him.
Once the location was confirmed, Boss nodded, "Then let's get to work."
Upon hearing this, the other three began to move.
One secured the position, while others prepared their tools.
They had been surveying this area for the past few days.
Without much talk, they quickly dug a hole nearby.
Leading to the actual burial chamber below.
Monkey, being small and agile, was the first to jump in.
Then came Boss, the woman in black, and finally, the fourth man.
...
"Wow, grave robbing! It makes my hands itch."
"They look quite skilled, probably have a lot of practice."
The viewers in the live stream felt their hands itching at the sight.
—Wanting to make a call.
Just as they were thinking this.
A comment popped up below: "Public Security Bureau: Our hands are also itching."
Catching them red-handed was the most satisfying.
Catching them with the goods.
The viewers: "Quickly retract my little hands."
"Are you guys upstairs trying to learn a few tricks? Warning: you'll end up in jail (doge)."
...
In the live stream—
The four figures wandered around the tomb.
Monkey muttered as he walked, "I didn't expect this guy's tomb to be so well-built."
It was winding and twisting; one could easily get lost.
The woman in black, looking around, casually said:
"Wealthy people like this usually pay attention to feng shui. The intricacies inside are far more than what we have now."
Boss's voice came from ahead: "Be careful, there might be traps inside."
Mentioning traps, the woman in black became visibly more interested, her expression livelier.
She loved researching these things!
Just as she was thinking, the man behind her tugged at her, "Sister Gou."
Sister Gou replied without looking back, "What is it?"
The man tugged at her again but didn't say anything.
Sister Gou became annoyed, "We're doing important work, stop pulling at me!"
The man pursed his lips and mumbled, "Sister Gou, look at me..."
Sister Gou rolled her eyes. Seeing that Boss and Monkey ahead weren't paying attention.
She stopped and looked at the man behind her, "Fourth, what exactly..."
Before she could finish, her voice suddenly caught in her throat.
Her eyes widened, pupils constricting.
Her body tensed up instantly.
Fourth's face was covered in eyes, many eyes.
Dense and numerous, almost filling his face.
Fourth, unaware of what was happening, scratched his cheek and said:
"Sister Gou, my face is a bit itchy. Can you see what's wrong?"
Sister Gou snapped back to reality, her voice stiff, "Don't move yet."
"...There's something dirty on you, I'll get something to wipe it off for you."
She stiffly reached into her waist pouch.
Then quickly took out a small bottle filled with black dog blood.
Stepping back, she seized the moment and splashed the bottle onto Fourth's face.
Sizzle—
The black dog blood landed on the dense eyes, immediately burning them.
Streaks of blood flowed from those eyes.
"Ahhh— Sister Gou, what did you do!"
Fourth fell to his knees in pain, wanting to cover his face with his hands, but afraid to touch it due to the agony.
The pain seemed to connect to his soul, causing him to howl uncontrollably.
"Ahhh— Sister Gou! Sister Gou!"
These cries made Sister Gou, who was running towards Boss, glance back.
At that sight, her heart trembled.
She saw Fourth lying on the ground, his skin melting away as if dissolving.
Revealing the flesh beneath.
From the flesh, more and more eyes emerged.
Rolling and looking around.
He had clearly become a vessel for a ghost!
Sister Gou gritted her teeth and did not stop.
Whoosh—
Ahead, Monkey shot a crossbow bolt at the blood-covered Fourth.
The arrow pierced the mass of flesh without any effect.
"...Let's go!"
Boss, seeing the dire situation, was about to do something.
His peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of a white figure rapidly approaching from another passage.
His heart sank, knowing they would be trapped if they didn't leave.
He reached out, quickly throwing something towards the white figure and the blood-covered man to delay them.
Then he led them away.
"This way!" Monkey, agile, ran the fastest.
The passage was winding and twisting.
The three took a long detour before successfully reaching the exit.
Boss stood at the bottom, hands clasped in front of him, "Hurry up!"
Sister Gou stepped on Boss's hands and leaped up, climbing out of the hole.
Then she turned to pull Monkey up.
As the three climbed out, Fourth, transformed into a blood-covered figure, followed step by step from behind.
As he moved, his body continued to melt.
Plop.
Flesh and blood fell to the ground.
"Sister Gou... Boss..."
"…Monkey… save me…"
"Save me… it hurts so much…"
The blood-covered figure shuffled forward, his steps heavy.
Yet, carrying a will to survive.
Boss, standing below the hole, glanced back at him.
A hint of reluctance in his eyes.
The next second, he resolutely averted his gaze and climbed upwards.
After they got out.
A low rumble sounded.
The entrance collapsed with a bang.
Swish swish—
Swish swish—
In the tomb below, dust poured down.
Gradually covering the blood-covered Fourth.
...
"My trypophobia is acting up!"
"Damn, it reminds me of the zombie movie I watched last night. This is worse than zombies!"
"My mom knocked on the door just now, and I jumped."
The viewers in the live stream were also startled by Fourth's appearance.
The dense eyes, and his constantly melting body...
The visual impact was too great.
Especially for those watching alone, or those who were 'tricked' into watching for the beauty.
They almost screamed in fright.
Their hairs stood on end, and their scalps tingled.
They felt uncomfortable all over.
This was a real person, a living human being.
Completely different from those in movies.
In movies, they could at least see traces of blood.
The too-bloody scenes would be pixelated.
Seeing the other three flee, and even seal off the exit.
The viewers couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy as they watched the blood-covered figure pleading for help.
"Pitiful, tragic, and lamentable."
"Alas... why couldn't they just live a good life? Why go grave robbing?"
"Those in this line of work probably expected this day to come."
...