Master of Kaidan
Chapter 332 Show Effect

Chapter 332: Chapter 332 Show Effect

Pale ghost shadows drilled out from the walls, their faces hidden by their jet-black, waterfall-like hair, wearing only white robes over their bodies. In their bloodless palms, they clutched rusty square-headed kitchen knives.

Their bodies appeared semi-transparent, and their bare feet hovered three inches off the ground, dangling weakly.

They moved like lagging characters in an online game—no motion process, just flickering forward instant by instant, line by line. Although the scene didn’t look bloody or terrifying, just watching would evoke a chilling sensation rising deeply from within.

[Streamer! Turn around!]

[What did I say, that mouth of the streamer just freaking attracts ghosts!]

[Turn around quickly! No, run!]

[If you don’t run now, it’ll be too late!]

A barrage of messages instantly replaced the game-related comments. Bert, sitting cross-legged on a yoga mat, sighed and pointed at the ghost shadow appearing on the screen.

"You guys get scared by this kind of image? Come on, big brothers and sisters, can we maintain a bit of professionalism even in comments?"

[It’s not that, it’s behind you!]

[F*ck, it’s coming closer!]

[Turn around quickly!]

"Here we go again." Feng Xue shook her head, ignored them, and focused all her heart and intent on maneuvering her game character to avoid the ghostly dangers in the game. At the moment when the audience’s blood pressure was skyrocketing, the ghost shadow that had raised the kitchen knife was suddenly sent flying out like it was hit by a car. Although there was no sound, both the screen viewers and the hologram viewers seemed to hear the phantom sound of a body smacking against the wall.

[What happened?]

[I have no idea!]

[Play it back, quickly!]

[Damn, it was that hand!]

...

Following the prompts in the comments, viewers immediately used the livestream playback feature, replaying the scene from seconds before and slowing it down to one-tenth of its original speed, finally seeing clearly what had happened—

Or rather, it was incorrect to say that because the recording didn’t capture the ghost shadow, but they saw something else.

Although the ghost shadow had disappeared, they clearly saw a pale ghost hand, which suddenly clenched into a fist and smashed into the head where the ghost shadow was about to strike with the knife.

The speed was so fast that it only left a blur to the naked eye, but at ten times slow motion, people noticed a sudden pause at a certain moment.

It didn’t take much imagination for everyone to realize that at this instant, the fist had hit the ghost shadow’s face, and they could even imagine the ghost face’s momentary pause upon contact before the ghost hand exerted force again and sent it flying.

[Damn, another ghost that can’t be captured by cameras! Does the streamer only collide with the strong ones?]

In the silent livestream room, comments suddenly flowed by, but they didn’t know that the disappearance of the ghost shadow and the white ghost hand worked on two different principles.

The pale ghost hand was based on the absolute setting of a phantom object—appear when it should appear, disappear when it should disappear. As for Feng Xue, to maintain Bert’s hard-mouthed persona of never having seen a ghost, she had to ensure that the camera couldn’t capture the ghosts.

But there was only one white ghost hand, and surely there couldn’t be just this one ghost later on?

Thus, Feng Xue tried making a specialized poisonous insect body.

The essence of the Poisonous Insect Body is a mass of inner strength with a spiritual will, and people can see it not based on optical principles, but because they receive the spiritual signals it emits.

Simply put, it can be understood as an illusion technique. It is itself invisible; only during live streams do the viewers, influenced by the illusion, perceive hallucinations and believe it exists. However, in recorded footage, the hallucinations end and it disappears once more.

In reality, the Poisonous Insect Body is still in the recorded video, but at that moment, it is merely a colorless mass of inner strength.

Although it can’t appear and disappear at will like the White Ghost Hand, merely being unrecordable already elevates it above those ghosts that can be captured in video, also ensuring Bert maintains a unique status among ghost-colliding streamers.

The audience shifted their gaze from the recording back to Feng Xue, who was still incessantly babbling and playing what should have been an exciting puzzle game but now seemed dull. However, when the audience activated holographic mode, they could see the white-clad ghostly figure they had previously blasted away now charging towards them, knife in hand, and then...

Bang!

A ghost hand descending from the sky slapped it on the head.

Though still silent, the phantom sound of flesh hitting the ground made the audience feel traces of phantom pain.

Immediately following, without waiting for the ghostly figure to rise, the viewers watched as the White Ghost Hand grabbed the ghostly figure by the collar and lifted it up, arranging it into a well-behaved sitting pose before letting go.

Then, the hand didn’t disappear but pointed towards Bert, who was engrossed in the game, pointed at itself, paused briefly, then pointed at the ghostly figure, making a disdainful shaking finger gesture.

Finally, the open hand slowly clenched in a powerfully expressive motion, almost allowing viewers to hear the grating sound of bones crunching.

The white ghostly figure, seeing the ghost hand’s easily understandable sign language, nodded vigorously like pounding garlic. Satisfied, the White Ghost Hand ruffled the ghostly figure’s long black hair covering its face, pointed towards the door, and then slowly vanished from sight.

Seeing the White Ghost Hand disappear, the ghostly figure sprang up from the ground and transformed into a wisp of ghostly wind, which slapped against the wall. A moment later, a distinctly boned, pale arm carefully reached out from the wall, picked up the rust-red knife lying nearby, and then disappeared without a trace again.

Though silent and with expressions concealed by long hair, the audience could all imagine the frantic fleeing of someone bullied by a thug.

[Am I the only one who thinks this ghost is kinda pitiful?]

[This isn’t a vengeful ghost at all! It’s clearly a protective spirit, right?]

[Now I know why the streamer can court death and still not die.]

[Speaking of which, the ghost hand also wants the streamer’s life, right?]

[Maybe it just hasn’t had the chance?]

[What invincible ghosts? Clearly, the ghost hand is carrying the burden!]

[A ghost-colliding streamer? His life is given by the ghosts!]

...

The chat once again erupted into a frenzy. Feng Xue, focused on playing the game and controlling his character, furrowed his brows in annoyance, glanced at the chat, and then sighed:

"What are you guys playing at again! I’ve told you, there are no ghosts in this world; why won’t you believe it?"

[I believe you, ghost!]

[You, streamer, are terribly deceitful!]

[Suddenly want to find a protective spirit, any suggestions, streamer?]

[Suggest suicide; not everyone has a life as tough as the streamer’s!]