Chapter 1

On the straight, dimly lit street, a van drove along the right side, solitary.

"The world is so small, it feels like you never know who you'll meet around the corner. The world is so big, it feels like you never know who will disappear into the vast sea of people."

"It's now 12 o'clock midnight, Yin City time. Thank you for staying with Yin City Variety Broadcasting Station. I'm your host for the evening, Tiger,"

"Next, we'll bring you the following songs,"

"Ronan Keating's 'If You Love Me, Are You Afraid?',"

"Stefanie Sun's 'Fear',"

"Joker Xue's 'I'm Afraid',"

"And Wilber Pan's 'I'm Not Afraid'."

"Hope you all enjoy it."

Li Ang, sitting in the driver's seat, held the steering wheel with one hand while imitating the radio broadcast host and singing the songs with deep emotion.

Miss Chai poked her head out from his chest. Hearing Li Ang still singing with all his heart, she pouted, covered her ears, and silently shrank back.

It wasn't that Li Ang was too bored, but he had been driving for three hours and nothing special had happened along the way.

He didn't even need to turn the steering wheel, just driving straight ahead as if the street had no end.

To keep track of time, stay awake, and prevent himself from falling into a hallucination, Li Ang took out the recorder from his Swiss Army knife and broadcast while recording.

After singing the four songs, Li Ang paused for a moment and continued, "Did you like the four songs, listeners? Next, we'll bring you the following songs."

"'Why Must Women Make Things Difficult for Women,' 'Why Must Men Make Things Difficult for Themselves,' 'Women Shouldn't Tire Men Out Too Much,' 'Women Shouldn't Make Men Cry,' and 'Men Shouldn't Make Women Cry'."

Finally, Miss Chai couldn't take it anymore and popped out, complaining, "Ahhhh! I can't stand it anymore! You can sing okay usually, why are you singing so badly today?"

Li Ang said matter-of-factly, "Because this is Yin City Variety Broadcasting Station. This is a Yin City specialty, you have to taste it."

Miss Chai looked confused. "Huh?"

"Yin City Variety Broadcasting Station is a radio station with a deep historical background, the source of happiness for the masses,"

Li Ang patiently explained, "This station used to have singing programs similar to talent shows, allowing ordinary people to sing on the radio.

"This talent show had no script at all, absolutely real, but because the level of the contestants varied, some songs were so bad that they were like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Sometimes they would argue with the guest judges on the spot, causing all sorts of broadcasting accidents.

"Therefore, it had the reputation of Yin City Grand Stage, 'Come if You're Sick'.

"Actually, I personally quite like this down-to-earth program. I listened to it every day when I was a kid.

"If there were no Killing Game, I might have majored in broadcasting and hosting.

"To be a host on the Grand Stage,

"Or to be a resident mediator on a TV show, specializing in resolving family disputes for neighbors. It's endless fun to fight with people."

""

Li Ang's explanation left Miss Chai silent for a long time. She really couldn't imagine Li Ang like an old man or old woman,

Wearing a uniform, an armband, walking through the streets asking about people's well-being, and mediating neighborhood conflicts.

His image had completely collapsed.

Just as Chai Cuichiao was silently pondering, a change finally appeared on the street ahead.

Under a streetlight in the far distance, a flickering pale figure emerged.

As the distance closed, it could be clearly seen that it was a woman wearing a tattered white long dress, with disheveled hair, head bowed, and shoulders hunched.

She was barefoot, standing on the right side of the road, with her back to the direction Li Ang was driving from.

The skin on her arms, which were exposed outside the half-sleeves, was pale to the point of being sickly, and blue blood vessels bulged like earthworms, clearly visible.

Finally, it's here.

Li Ang took a deep breath and slammed on the brakes.

Screech.

The wheels rubbed against the ground, the van stopped abruptly, and the high-beam headlights hung silently in the air, silently confronting the pale figure in the distance.

Li Ang frowned and waited quietly for three minutes, but the figure maintained the posture of bowing her head and shrugging her shoulders, as if frozen in place.

"What do we do?"

Miss Chai said softly, "The road ahead is blocked."

""

Li Ang was silent for a moment, then suddenly started the car and reversed.

The wheels spun wildly, enveloping smoke, pushing the car backwards quickly.

However, even when the van accelerated to full speed,

The woman's figure in front did not seem to move away, still maintaining a distance of about a hundred meters from the vehicle.

Li Ang drove back for a while, then drove forward again. When the car moved forward, the distance between it and the woman's figure actually shortened.

"We can only get closer, not farther away?"

Li Ang stopped the car again, exhaled a breath of stale air, and sat in the driver's seat, pondering a solution.

"That thing isn't a chī mèi (mountain demon),"

Miss Chai poked her head out, looking at the woman's figure with a frown, and said with certainty, "It feels like a shadow projected on a wall.

"Even a wandering ghost about to dissipate has a stronger sense of presence than it does."

"I see,"

Li Ang gently rubbed the steering wheel with his fingers, thought for a moment, made up his mind, and reached out to roll down the car window.

Miss Chai said in amazement, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll test it. That thing hasn't attacked us. Maybe we can get through by communicating peacefully."

Li Ang said casually, stuck his head out of the car window, and shouted forward, "Miss, it's so cold, why aren't you wearing gloves?

"How about I take off my socks and let you wear them as gloves?"

???

Miss Chai's eyes widened, and she subconsciously retorted, "What kind of peaceful communication is that? You're clearly provoking her! Aren't you afraid she'll fly over and beat you up?"

"Eh, isn't this flirting?"

Li Ang scratched his head and said, "In winter, you have to take care of every aspect of a girl.

"Like sticking your cold hands into the back of a girl's down jacket and giving her a shoulder massage;

"Reaching out to block her nostrils in public to prevent her from ruining her image because of a runny nose;

"If she's cold, treat her to hot pot for a week so she gets internal heat to keep herself warm.

"Isn't this what a warm man should do?"

What warm man from another world would do that!

Miss Chai barely restrained the urge to complain. Deep down, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Wang Congshan.

Li Ang, who had become a Killing Game player, was already much more restrained than before. What would he be like when he wasn't a player?

Miss Chai couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Li Ang didn't have time to consider Chai Cuichiao's suspicion of life. He waited for a moment and didn't see the woman's figure move at all. He couldn't help but sigh, "As expected, she is an extraordinary woman who doesn't wear socks. She can remain unmoved by my flirting offensive.

"It seems I have to be more proactive."

With that, Li Ang got back into the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the vehicle towards the pale figure.