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Yao Yao took a deep breath and activated her Spirit Pupils.

In her eyes, the latter’s appearance remained unchanged, but what truly manifested was a ghastly pale human skin.

It clung tightly to the person, as if it had originally grown there.

The only flaw was that this skin showed signs of extreme age.

Even though it was clear it had been carefully preserved, the passage of time had still left extensive marks upon it.

A Painted Skin demon!

"Big Brother, don’t stay here! Run, quickly!" Yao Yao recognized the entity’s origin, and her soft little face instantly showed anxiety.

This type of ghostly creature was different from other Fierce Ghosts.

It had a medium to which it was attached – that ancient human skin.

The truly formidable part was the skin itself; it had been flayed from a living person.

Because the process was extremely agonizing, the living person being skinned couldn’t withstand the torture.

Such a deceased person, having suffered inhuman torment before death, would harbor sky-high resentment.

Combined with certain coincidences, their soul would merge with the human skin to form this entity.

This kind of thing was even more malevolent than a Fierce Ghost.

And such a vicious entity wouldn’t typically appear in the world.

Once it did, there was only one possibility: it was about to undergo ’Dao Transformation.

’ The so-called Dao Transformation meant it was about to transform into a spirit monster, completely detaching from the ranks of evil ghosts and truly becoming a living creature.

This situation generally occurred with beings where the line between ghost and spirit monster was blurred, and the Painted Skin was a classic example.

Because it had skin but no flesh, this was also the greatest obstacle to its Dao Transformation.

A Painted Skin demon that had reached a high level of cultivation needed to continuously consume ten living people within several months, using their blood qi to achieve Dao Transformation.

Once this ritual began, it could not be stopped; otherwise, if the blood qi was interrupted, they would lose their chance forever.

That prop master’s life force had dissipated; all the flesh and organs in his body were probably long gone. This meant the Painted Skin demon needed to change its ’blood food.’ At this moment, with a living person in the rest area, it was impossible for it to resist.

Exorcism spells wouldn’t be fatal to this kind of tangible ghostly creature; on the contrary, they would enrage it.

Even if she traveled through the Ghost Gate, she couldn’t arrive instantly.

And it wouldn’t take long for the Painted Skin to switch its blood food. This was what made Yao Yao anxious.

However, Qin Yu didn’t realize the severity of the situation.

He didn’t act even after hearing her words and even retorted, "You’re saying there’s something wrong with the prop master?

That’s impossible!" A living, breathing person, capable of eating and drinking – how could he not tell? Besides, even if there really was a problem, his rest area wasn’t far from the set.

If he shouted loudly enough, people outside could hear.

With so many people on set, would he be afraid of just one person?

Moreover, he had practiced martial arts and could easily take down a strong man. This led to his dismissiveness.

Seeing him like this, the netizens immediately found it amusing.

[Hahahaha, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a fated person who doesn’t listen to Master! Suddenly curious about what will happen next!]

[Does this even need guessing? He’s definitely going to be doomed. So many stubborn ones before, have you seen any of them successfully prove Master wrong?]

[If it were just a legal-case celebrity, it would be one thing. Qin Yu actually has some skills. But in Master’s live stream, it’s far more than just that!]

Because using forbidden words risked the live stream being banned, netizens, who clearly loved this program and didn’t want to lose their fun, consciously spoke vaguely.

They were all about being enigmatic! This method was naturally understood by veterans, while newcomers who didn’t get it would flood the comments asking for explanations.

Qin Yu belonged to the latter group. Watching the scrolling screen, his initially calm expression began to crack.

Just then, Yao Yao’s gaze hardened. She saw the Painted Skin walking towards the rest area.

It was about to make its move!

The urgency of the situation instantly escalated. She no longer cared whether Qin Yu could accept it.

"Big Brother, that prop master is already dead! What’s controlling him now is a Painted Skin!"

"It’s currently in a critical period and needs to replenish a large amount of blood qi!

If you don’t run now, it will eat you!" Yao Yao didn’t even have time to explain what a Painted Skin was.

But the descriptions given were enough to show how malevolent this thing was.

If Qin Yu still didn’t care, then she could only gamble on luck, gamble that he wouldn’t fall victim before she arrived.

Qin Yu clearly hadn’t expected Yao Yao to suddenly blurt out such a thing.

This change of topic caught him completely off guard.

He subconsciously looked up and out, only to meet a pair of deathly pale pupils.

The owner of those eyes, the head of the props department who had been consumed by the Painted Skin, seemed to realize his abnormality had been discovered.

Like a predator eyeing its prey, he revealed a smile of absolute certainty.

Then, his mouth split open without warning. It was a literal split, the corners of his mouth extending to behind his ears.

Holy crap!

This scared Qin Yu badly enough to nearly drop his phone. He had never expected to encounter such a scene. One second ago, he was a staunch materialist warrior; the next, he saw this sanity-draining, inhuman spectacle. His mind buzzed, and he froze on the spot.

[Ahhhhh, it moved! Qin Yu, what are you standing there Silly for? Run!]

Because Qin Yu had been holding up his phone the whole time, the netizens naturally had the privilege of witnessing this grand transformation of a living person.

Even through the screen, they couldn’t help but scream.

Fortunately, they quickly realized the ghostly thing couldn’t hurt them and immediately turned their concern to Qin Yu, who was on site.

After all, Master had just said this thing eats people.

Moreover, the live stream was connected, so fans from both sides could see the screen. Qin Yu’s fans were so anxious they wished they could rush into the live stream and save him. But Qin Yu seemed petrified, standing rooted to the spot, motionless.

Qin Yu was about to cry. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move, but that he couldn’t.

He didn’t know that the Painted Skin’s eyes possessed a strange art, capable of capturing a person’s soul.

This was also one of the Painted Skin’s innate abilities.

Once a prey was caught by this strange art, their body would be immobilized.

In this situation, killing them became very easy.

Therefore, it wasn’t afraid of its prey escaping and directly revealed its true form.

It wanted to slowly devour the prey’s flesh and blood under their most terrified gaze.

This was also why the Painted Skin was so vicious; it enjoyed torturing all its prey!

Seeing the latter getting closer and closer, knowing he was about to fall into its hands, Qin Yu suddenly heard a childlike voice from his phone: "Run!"

The voice was powerful and resonant, exploding in his ears like a clap of thunder. Qin Yu’s whole body trembled, and then he miraculously found he could move!

And the first thing he did after regaining control of his body wasn’t to run, but to dash forward in a single bound. With a "bang," the door to the rest area slammed shut completely. The immense force made even the doorframe rattle deafeningly.

This series of actions not only stunned the Painted Skin outside but also left the netizens dumbfounded.

[Ahhhhh, Qin Yu, you fool!]

[You closing the door, isn’t that just waiting to be delivered?]

[It’s over, it’s over! Usually such a smart kid, how could he be such a blockhead at a critical moment!]

They were going crazy! You’re facing a ghostly creature, what damn use is just closing the door!

? It could even be said to be utterly foolish; doing this virtually cut off his own escape route.

Once the other party broke down the door, he would truly be dead!

They all seemed to anticipate the bloody scene that was about to unfold, each one as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.