Variety shows are crazy but don't cause internal conflict; I'm proud to drive others crazy

Chapter 21 How dare you be dissatisfied with the Emperor? I'll kill you all!

[Holy crap, holy crap, this doll suddenly opened its eyes! It scared me!]

[Did the dog director deliberately create these moving-eye dolls to scare people in an attempt to clarify something?]

Although the doll's sudden opening of its eyes startled some viewers, most people thought it was just an ordinary doll.

It's not unusual for dolls sold in the market to have their eyes open and closed.

It wasn't until the doll lying on the coffee table suddenly stood up and stared intently towards the guesthouse's stairs that everyone realized something was wrong!
Jiang Nanxi, on the other hand, is still awake; she's currently arguing with her haters online.

After she thoroughly hurled insults at those haters, she discovered that the IP address of the account 【晚晚の星光】 was in the city where the variety show was filmed.

After Jiang Nanxi and the director clarified the situation online, 【晚晚の星光】continued to post content online.

Evening Starlight: [It must be because I exposed it too early. Jiang Nanxi didn't dare to stay with the director anymore, so she went back to her own room.]

To save face, the director even installed a remote control inside the doll's body, allowing it to move remotely and create the illusion of a ghost, making netizens believe they were discussing ghosts in a room. It's hilarious! Do they really think we netizens are idiots? There are no ghosts in this world!

Jiang Nanxi V: [Song Wanwan, is it really necessary to keep slandering me using an alternate account? You're a mistress yourself, so you assume everyone else is a mistress? If you're so capable, come and confront me on your main account!]

The variety show was filmed in a very remote location, and this account's IP address just happens to be there. What a coincidence! This person is definitely Song Wanwan herself!
Jiang Nanxi guessed correctly.

This account is indeed Song Wanwan's alternate account. The photo online was secretly taken by a staff member staying at the guesthouse and sent to her.

In another room, Song Wanwan's heart skipped a beat when she saw Jiang Nanxi's reply.

She quickly typed, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm a loyal fan of Wanwan, not her. Wanwan wouldn't even bother with someone like you, okay?"

Just after sending the message, Song Wanwan suddenly heard a loud bang.

Her room door was kicked open from the outside.

"Jiang Nanxi, you...!"

When Song Wanwan saw Jiang Nanxi rush in, she instinctively tried to hide her phone, but Jiang Nanxi pounced on her like a mad dog and snatched it away.

"Jiang Nanxi, give me back my phone!"

Song Wanwan tried to snatch her phone back, but Jiang Nanxi grabbed her hair and dragged her out of the room, giving her no chance at all.

"Didn't you say it wasn't you? How come that account that slandered me is logged into this phone?"

Jiang Nanxi sneered, "A frog tattooed on a tadpole? Are you showing off your mother? Don't you believe in ghosts? I'll teach you a lesson today."

Song Wanwan's hair was pulled painfully, and she was basically dragged downstairs.

She couldn't help but scream wildly, "Jiang Nanxi, let me go! Are you crazy? Don't forget who my older brother is! Do you believe I'll make you disappear from this world?!"

"So what if your older brother is a CEO? I'm the Emperor of the Internet!"

Seeing that Jiang Nanxi wouldn't let go no matter what, Song Wanwan quickly shouted upstairs, "Shen Lan, Second Brother, help! Someone save me! Jiang Nanxi is going to beat me to death!"

Her screams had already woken everyone else up.

At this moment, all the other guests came out of their rooms and ran downstairs.

Shen Lan and Song Shixing arrived first and saw Jiang Nanxi grabbing Song Wanwan's hair and dragging her towards the yard like a dead dog.

Seeing this, the two were stunned, their eyes wide open for a long time before they came to their senses.

"What...what are you doing?"

Jiang Nanxi only let go of their hands when she saw them.

Jiang Nanxi: "I didn't hit her, I just pulled her hair. You can all voice your grievances against me."

Shen Lan: "Pulling hair is also wrong..."

Jiang Nanxi: "Hehe, I'll kill you all in a minute. How dare you be dissatisfied with the emperor?" Shen Lan: ?
Song Shixing: ?

Before the two could react, Jiang Nanxi grabbed Song Wanwan's clothes, who was lying on the ground, and lifted her up like a weightlifter with a "heave-ho!" Then she ran towards the door.

"Jiang Nanxi, where are you going! You've gone too far, Wanwan is about to cry!"

"Jiang Nanxi, put Wanwan down!"

The two men hurriedly chased after her, but they couldn't catch up with Jiang Nanxi. They watched helplessly as she kicked open the door of the guesthouse next door and rushed inside.

Viewers watching the live stream saw Jiang Nanxi carrying Song Wanwan as she rushed into the guesthouse's living room.

The doll that was walking around on the coffee table seemed to sense something, and suddenly jumped off the coffee table and hid behind the curtains not far away.

Jiang Nanxi put Song Wanwan down and glanced around the living room, immediately noticing something was wrong.

There's a ghostly aura in the living room!
She knew the director had placed the doll in the living room for the live broadcast, but now she couldn't see the doll, only the eerie atmosphere filling the room, which meant that the thing was hiding.

Jiang Nanxi looked carefully and then noticed the curtains that were moving slightly.

"Jiang Nanxi, how dare you treat me like this! I will never let you get away with this!"

Song Wanwan cried while making harsh remarks.

Her voice caught Jiang Nanxi's attention.

Seeing that Song Wanwan was getting up and trying to leave, Jiang Nanxi pulled her back and dragged her to the moving curtains.

"Didn't you say there are no ghosts in this world? Today I'll show you!"

Jiang Nanxi flung open the curtains and saw the director's doll lying on the floor, with a five or six-year-old girl standing behind the curtains.

The little girl had two braids and quite cute features, but her face was as pale as paper, her body was somewhat translucent, and her lips were bright red as if she had drunk blood.

Song Wanwan was dragged over by Jiang Nanxi. She was still sitting on the ground, so the little girl's feet could be clearly seen floating in mid-air.

"Ah! Ghost!"

Song Wanwan was so frightened that she fainted on the spot.

"Late night!"

Shen Lan and Song Shixing rushed into the guesthouse's living room and happened to see the little girl next to the curtains.

The little girl's eyes were dark and her gaze was sinister. When she heard the noise at the door again, she looked up at them with a resentful look.

"Holy crap, it's a kid ghost!"

"Ahhh, there's a ghost!"

Shen Lan and Song Shixing turned and ran away in unison, completely forgetting about the unconscious Song Wanwan.

Jiang Nanxi: "..."

audience:"……"

The two ran away, Song Wanwan fainted, and the little girl looked at Jiang Nanxi.

A pitiful look appeared on her pale face, but her eyes were sinister. "Sister, I... I have no family anymore. Can you take me home?"

Jiang Nanxi wondered if her family was all gone? Was that why she died at such a young age?

Jiang Nanxi felt a pang of sympathy and comforted her, saying, "How could you not have family? Why don't you try a live stream?"

Child Ghost: ?

audience:?
(End of this chapter)