Ning An's Wild Wish System

"Baby, are you a guy?"

Even though the person on the other end only said a word, Cheng Ziruo could still tell between male and female voices.

But what puzzled Cheng Ziruo was that this voice sounded more like rusty friction, painfully squeezing out of a decayed sewage pipe, rather than a human voice.

Before she could think further, the voice continued from the other side:

"It hurts... Miss... can you... do me a favor..."

The voice was hoarse and decayed, which creeped out the viewers in the live stream.

"Dude, what’s up with you? It’s okay to stutter, but can you speak properly as we go?"

"Exactly, man, is this fun for you? Pulling a prank on a young girl at night? Aren’t you embarrassed?"

"Host, just ignore him and hang up. I’ve seen plenty like this, people who prank good-looking streamers to make videos and boost their own fame."

"So disgusting! I tuned in at night to see a sweet girl, not to see some guy acting like a pervert, hang up on him now!"

"..."

The viewers in the stream urged her; they came for Cheng Ziruo’s looks and couldn’t tolerate anyone wasting their time.

However, Cheng Ziruo wasn’t in a hurry. Rather than switching to the next person singing a patriotic song, she wanted to first see what was up with this person.

Cheng Ziruo curiously asked, "Big brother, how can I help you?"

"It hurts... it’s so stuffy, I can’t scratch open this cover, can’t scratch it open..."

The person kept repeating one phrase, making it sound as though they’d completely lost their mind.

The live stream audience couldn’t take it anymore.

"It’s late at night, can you not scare people? What’s with all this scratching, scratching, scratching—like you’re dragging your nails across a chalkboard?"

"Once night falls, all sorts of monsters come out, huh? Isn’t this just a complete psycho?"

"Where’s the moderator, moderator! Kick this person out, kick them!"

"..."

The stream audience’s chatter unnerved Cheng Ziruo as they voiced her internal fears.

She forced a smile: "Big brother, if you’re feeling uncomfortable, call emergency services. If you need help, dial the police. They are nice people and will assist you."

After saying this, she decisively muted this person’s mic.

Then she took a few big gulps of water, giving herself a thumbs-up.

"Babies, let’s continue with the connection. Gifts can jump the queue!"

The live stream atmosphere returned to normal.

"Hehe, me me me, I just sent a sports car gift, let me connect first."

"Just because you sent a sports car gift, you think you can go first? Why can’t my little heart gift have the same privilege? I’m annoyed!"

"Wow, you’re... speechless."

"..."

Cheng Ziruo clicked the connection button again, but the other side remained pitch black.

"Baby, do you not know how to turn on your camera?"

Silence.

"Baby, if you don’t know how to turn on the camera, shall we connect later?"

Dead silence.

Cheng Ziruo felt completely creeped out.

When she first connected the call, her intuition immediately signaled something was wrong.

Now, reconnecting, her intuition screamed that this person was still problematic.

"Help..."

Suddenly, a word came from the other side.

But it sounded as if speaking was hard, the voice hoarse and accompanied by heavy breathing, like a worn-out drum being beaten?

"Help me..."

Instantly, Cheng Ziruo’s hair stood on end, making her shiver unexpectedly.

It was that man again!

The raspy voice seemed to come from right behind her, sending a cold shiver up her spine straight to her brain.

There was something wrong with this guy!

Forcing herself to stay calm, after all, being a well-known streamer requires maintaining composure, she quickly controlled her facial expression: "Big brother, how do you need my help?"

No response.

Cheng Ziruo’s sense of dread grew stronger, sending a random shiver down her spine.

It seemed like someone was watching her from behind the perpetually black screen.

"I’m in... the hospital... basement level three... coffin... save me..."

Did it have to be this intense!

"What hospital? Where is the hospital? Big brother, big brother!"

Plucking up her courage, Cheng Ziruo wanted to ask where the neighborhood was, but no more sound came from the other end of the connection.

It was as if Cheng Ziruo turned into a frightened kitten, her hackles raised, leaping up.

"Big brother, don’t scare me. If it’s hard to speak, you can type instead."

"Big brother, big brother..."

But no matter what Cheng Ziruo said, no one responded on the other side.

The live stream audience debated, they too were shook by the scenario.

"Does this guy on the call have a problem? Coming out to scare people at night."

"Even for a prank, there’s a limit! I’m seriously speechless."

"Could it be that he lost in a game of truth or dare, and his ’dare’ led him here to pull this stunt?"

"Quickly block this person! Let the next connection be me, I’m a normal person!"

"..."

Swiftly blocking and deleting the account, the subsequent people connected were much more normal.

Everyone happily sent gifts, while Cheng Ziruo energetically sang sponsored songs, creating a joyous atmosphere in the live stream.

As she prepared to end the stream, nothing else outrageous happened, and Cheng Ziruo’s anxious heart finally settled.

She actually had a hunch that the earlier guy wasn’t just someone who lost a truth or dare game.

After all, that profound terror and fear are hard to fake!