Just by looking through the screen, it was impossible to see anything.

’Could it be like with that chatty boy from before, where you can only see it in person?’

Su Nian said, "Why don’t you try to sleep? I’ll watch and see if it comes out."

"Huh?"

Qing Huan’s eyes filled with doubt.

"It’s not that I doubt you, I’m just wondering... could I be in danger even with you on the other side of the screen?"

"Don’t worry. Just go to sleep."

Seeing Su Nian’s confident expression, she could only lie down skeptically. After all, she was even getting this divination session on credit.

Since Qing Huan was the last "destined client" of the day, and also a friend, Su Nian decided to be a little more patient. She would wait for her to fall completely asleep before continuing her observation.

[When is this socialite going to fall asleep? Watching her toss and turn is making me drowsy.]

[Watching a ghost livestream late at night is so creepy.]

[I’m so scared I’m wide awake. No way I can sleep now.]

But the moment she lay down, Su Nian noticed something was wrong.

’Why is she sleeping with her head at the foot of the bed?’

A few theories formed in Su Nian’s mind. By now, Qing Huan had turned off the lights and gotten into bed, propping her phone up on a table.

Su Nian asked, "Why are you sleeping with your head at the foot of the bed?"

"The head of the bed is too grimy. I don’t want to sleep on that side."

Su Nian looked closer. Sure enough, the head of the bed was covered in some unknown, large yellow stain. It was an unsettling sight.

’This socialite is pretty tough, though, putting up with an environment like this instead of going home.’

[I guess this socialite can really rough it.]

[It’s not that bad, right? Isn’t this just how normal people live?]

[She went from having the absolute best of everything to living worse than a normal person, yet she’s adapted so well without any mental breakdown. Honestly, I really admire her.]

Su Nian noted the fact she was sleeping with her head at the foot of the bed and continued to watch.

Ten minutes passed. Night had truly fallen, and Qing Huan was finally asleep.

Perhaps she had grown used to her surroundings, as the former socialite was no longer so picky.

CREAK...

Suddenly, the sound of a door being pushed open echoed through the room.

The livestream chat, which had gone quiet, erupted with excitement.

[HERE IT COMES!!!]

[The ghost is coming in! This is terrifying!]

[I’m actually getting scared. Help me, this is terrifying for someone who lives alone!]

It sounded like someone was walking in. The creaking of the door continued, accompanied by a gentle woman’s voice.

"Huanhuan, time to get up and have some water."

[Is this her mom?]

[No way, that has to be the ghost pretending.]

After a few seconds of silence, the voice spoke again, but it was different.

This time it was a man’s voice, carrying a certain aged authority.

"Huanhuan, get up and drink some water."

Without a doubt, it was now mimicking her father’s tone.

[HOLY SHIT! This ghost is smart!]

[Oh my god, I just got goosebumps all over. This is so scary.]

[The more you think about it, the more terrifying it is!]

However, this time, there was still no reaction.

"Miss Huanhuan, time to get up and drink some water."

[Oh my god, what if the socialite answers?]

[Then she’s dead for sure.]

At that last voice, Su Nian saw the figure on the bed tremble slightly.

She was clearly awake.

Su Nian’s gaze sharpened. She stared intently. At some point, wisps of ghost energy had begun to curl through the room. The ghost was inside, but Su Nian still couldn’t see anything suspicious.

The sound of footsteps in the dark grew clearer, the shuffle of slippers dragging on the floor so vivid it felt like it could pass right through the screen.

Nothing was visible in the darkness, but you could feel a shift in the air and hear faint, wheezing breaths.

Qing Huan was scared to death. As the sounds drifted nearer and then farther away, she held her breath, not daring to make a sound.

After a moment, a dry, raspy woman’s voice spoke again.

"Huanhuan, Huanhuan, get up and have some water. Where are you?"

Just then, a blurry black shape materialized in the gloom.

It was as if it had seeped out of the walls themselves, appearing in the room without a trace.

Su Nian watched it circle the room again and again, then get closer and closer to the bed.

[Terrifying, so terrifying!!]

[I’m so scared! I’m hiding under my blanket and I don’t dare make a peep!]

[I screamed because I was so scared and my mom came running. Now we’re both hiding under the covers.]

The emaciated figure groped its way, inch by inch, toward the head of the bed.

Her voice came again from the darkness.

"Huanhuan, Huanhuan, I’ve come to give you some water. Where is your head?"

The raspy voice echoed as a pair of hands tipped with sharp claws began to touch the headboard, inch by inch.

It fumbled for a long time, so long that it began to grow impatient.

Its movements grew more frantic, and its tone became laced with agitation.

"The head? Where’s the head? Huanhuan, where is your head?"

[AHHHH! I’m literally dying of fright!]

[I need to take a dump but I’m trying to do it quietly so it doesn’t find me.]

[I’m holding in a fart so hard my face is turning purple.]

[I gotta ask, don’t toes count as heads? There are ten of them.]

The trembling under the covers grew more violent, but the strange shadow just kept on groping.

It still hadn’t found the head, and its raspy voice grew even more agitated.

"Where’s the head? Where did the head go?!"

Just then, Su Nian flicked her finger, and a sheet of talisman paper burst into flames.

At Su Nian’s command, the lights in the room clicked on.

In that instant, everyone got a clear look at the strange shadow’s appearance.

It was emaciated and barely human-shaped, almost like a monkey, but its head was enormous. Its sharp mouth was caked with blood.

A closer look revealed black hairs stuck between its teeth, and shreds of reddish flesh seemed to be caught under its sharp fingernails.

In stark contrast to its raspy voice, its hair was as dry as brittle twigs, looking like it would crumble and fall away at the slightest touch.

The hair drifted down on either side of its bizarre face, creating a grotesque and horrifying image.

It seemed to sense the sudden light, and it gaped its mouth, a dazed look on its face.

But the next second, its hair began to burn.

Yet it seemed to feel nothing, continuing to grope around the head of the bed.

It muttered impatiently, "The head! The head!!"

It even changed its voice again. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Huanhuan, Huanhuan, where are you sleeping? Why can’t I find your head?"

[So scary, so scary!]

[I literally pissed myself from fear.]

[Boohoo, I’m hiding in my bathroom and I’m too scared to go back to my bedroom. I feel like there’s a ghost in there too!]

The flames had nearly consumed the top of its head, yet it was still obsessively searching for the head.

Its hands returned to the head of the bed, fumbling inch by inch. This time, its search was more meticulous. It even started to shuffle its feet, feeling further in and then back out.

"The head, where’s the head!?"

Su Nian watched. From her physiognomy reading, she knew Qing Huan wouldn’t be in any real danger.

But when they saw those sharp claws slowly grope their way toward Qing Huan’s feet, everyone held their breath.

The raspy voice took on a joyful tone.

"Heh heh! Found you! So your head was at the other end all along!"