HEIFEIGU -Chapter 59

A large number of viewers rushed into the livestream room, only to see a single camera clumsily running.

The image was dim, and the lack of light made the quality poor.

Viewers entered, confused.

【???】

【So we were called here for this?】

【I thought it would be a big bonfire party or something. Why is it just a village road? Are we watching ghosts?】

Before long, the gate of a house on the road creaked open, and a figure sneaked out.

The camera seemed to lock onto the target and followed directly.

【Duan Yanming? Why is he going out? Toilet break?】

【Creepy… there’s no one else around. Could he be possessed?】

【Maybe he received a secret task from the production team to complete alone.】

The camera followed Duan Yanming to another house.

The village was full of old houses inhabited by familiar people. They were mindful of wild animals but not theft, so the window locks were practically useless. Duan Yanming used iron wire from the banquet to hook the window open.

The tiny “bee” camera followed him through the crack.

Sister Yue’s black hair was wrapped around the camera. She had originally intended to pass it through the wall, but she went past and the camera didn’t—giving viewers a first-person “bumped into the wall” experience.

【Is this really the quality of the extra live session? What kind of filming technique is this?】

【Don’t speak! That bump just gave me a slight concussion. Feeling a bit nauseous now.】

【Focus! Doesn’t anyone care what Duan Yanming is doing, climbing into someone else’s room?】

Tonight, the moon was full and bright. When Duan Yanming opened the window, he left one side of the curtain undone, clearly illuminating the person on the bed: a long-haired girl, asleep.

Sister Yue left a lock of her hair to hold the camera at a perfect angle, sitting on the beam, waiting.

Duan Yanming whispered twice: “Xuan Caiyan? Xuan Caiyan?”

The girl on the bed didn’t respond, not even turning over, clearly in deep sleep.

Duan Yanming relaxed and approached the bed.

【Something’s wrong! What the hell is this dog trying to do?!】

【Damn it, he’s trying to mess with my girl!】

【The camera is on, right? Where’s the production team? Is anyone monitoring?】

【Xuan Caiyan, wake up!】

【So scary, I’m calling the cops!】

He crawled up from the foot of the bed, halfway up the bed, took a bottle of medicine from his pocket, bent down, preparing to control the lying person, force the medicine, and take photos.

Xuan Caiyan, who had endured this for a while, finally opened her eyes, pretending to be startled awake. Hoarsely, she said, “D-Duan Yanming, what are you doing?”

Duan Yanming covered her mouth to stop her from shouting. “Teacher Yan, I didn’t want to use this method, but you looked down on me…”

“Either behave and let me take some nice private photos, or after I give you the medicine, I can take them however I want.”

“After all, Teacher Xie said drinking too much of this medicine is harmful.”

“Mmm…” Xuan Caiyan pretended to struggle, but quietly gripped Duan Yanming’s wrist with both hands.

At the same time, Sister Yue’s black hair also wrapped around Duan Yanming’s wrist.

“Really, I was a bit reluctant to start,” Duan Yanming said mockingly, but suddenly screamed, “Ah!”

The hand covering Xuan Caiyan’s mouth was twisted back completely at the wrist.

Xuan Caiyan glared at him and whispered, “I’m very willing to act!”

While he was in pain and immobile, she grabbed the medicine bottle and force-fed it to him by pinching his cheek.

Afterward, she rolled off the bed, backing away while screaming, “Help!”

“Cough… cough cough…” Duan Yanming choked on the medicine, his wrist broken, collapsing on the bed, unable to escape.

Even scarier, his body softened, consciousness blurred, leaving only one thought: “It’s over, the medicine worked!”

From the camera’s angle, viewers could only see him creep over, press down on Xuan Caiyan, speak disgusting words, then be countered by her and escape. Then he collapsed.

Xuan Caiyan’s screams were full, strong, heard throughout the village.

The elderly woman in her room grabbed a long stick and rushed in. “Girl, what’s wrong?”

Xuan Caiyan pointed at the figure collapsed on the bed. The elder pulled her up, shielded her, and turned on the lights. “Whoa, a pervert!”

Fearing the man on the bed, they cautiously kept their distance.

Soon, Xie Jixing and Long Shan arrived, panting. “What happened?”

Seeing more people arrive, the elder handed Xuan Caiyan to Long Shan and approached the bed with her stick.

She had grabbed a bamboo rod with a steel scrub attached to the end, now poking Duan Yanming’s face.

The hard steel scrub woke him from sleep.

When he opened his eyes, the humble rural self-built house had completely transformed.

The low, peeling ceiling had become a beautifully patterned marble ceiling; the cracked wooden columns were now ornate Roman pillars; and the flickering old electric lamp above—was now a dazzling, shining light!

Looking back at the crowd watching the commotion, Duan Yanming’s expression changed. He put on a flattering, seductive smile, and his broken wrist seemed to feel no pain. He twisted step by step toward the crowd.

Fei Zhehan: “Damn it!”

Luo Feiang: “Damn it!”

Meng Zezhou: “Damn it!”

Live comments: 【Ahhhh, damn!】

【What happened? Was he possessed?】

【So terrifying!】

He crawled to the foot of the bed, jumped down, twisted his legs, and blew kisses toward the crowd.

“I can already hear my brothers and sisters calling! You haven’t come to see little Duan for so long—don’t you love little Duan? Since you’re all here today, make sure you have fun!”

After speaking, he nimbly jumped behind a pillar and snapped his fingers. “Then, let’s begin, music!”

Luo Feiang quietly asked the person next to him, “He… hasn’t lost it, right?”

Immediately, this caught Duan Yanming’s attention. Pouting with feigned shyness, he pointed at Luo Feiang. “Handsome, don’t rush me—here we go!”

Luo Feiang instantly got goosebumps all over. He kept quiet, silently begging to be spared.

Duan Yanming hummed loudly off-key, and following his rhythm, extended a leg from behind the pillar, then twisted his whole body to the front. Pressing his back against the pillar in a squatting ‘M’ shape, he slowly twisted up, circling the pillar and wiggling his hips while tossing flirtatious glances toward the crowd.

Suddenly, he swish! unzipped his jacket, tossed it around in his hands a couple of times, and threw it away.

Then his gaze landed on Fei Zhehan as he wiggled his hips toward him.

Placing his hands on Fei Zhehan’s shoulders, he slowly slid them downward. Just as he was about to reach the chest, Fei Zhehan couldn’t take it any longer. Stiffening, he stammered, “Y-you… what are you trying to do?”

Duan Yanming leaned closer, almost rubbing against him, then swish! stood up and affectionately brushed Fei Zhehan’s nose. “Naughty brother, I knew you wanted to see me strip.”

Fei Laoshi: ???

Are you kidding me?!

Who wants to see this?!

Grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, Duan Yanming rubbed it a few times, and as he pressed against Fei Zhehan, he pulled it off.

“Look good? You little rascal.” He puffed out his chest and threw a glance at Fei Zhehan, then pulled the T-shirt he hadn’t washed in three days over Fei Zhehan’s head.

Fei Zhehan, trapped under the T-shirt, turned green-faced. “Wuuu…damn it, I’m dirty now!”

He yanked the shirt off his head, ran into the crowd, and crouched in the corner to recover.

With that spot empty, Duan Yanming immediately set his sights on Luo Feiang.

Top-tier celebrities had seen big stages before, but this… this was something he had never witnessed!

Luo Feiang started trembling, silently praying, “Medicinal potion, come! Please, come!”

But his prayers were in vain.

Duan Yanming took a large step forward, hooked onto him, twisted twice, then stepped back, placing his hands on the zipper of his pants. “Handsome, wanna see me take this off?”

Luo Feiang! Stay calm! Must stay calm!

He repeated it in his mind several times, then calmly said, “I don’t want to see it.”

Duan Yanming pinched his cheek lightly. “Hmph, I knew it, you really do want to see!”

Then he began to strip.

Luo Feiang was utterly hopeless. Whispering to the person next to him: “Help me…please, he’s not going to put the pants over my head, right?”

What to do? Helpless… want to cry.

Fortunately, that damn pair of pants was flung away—but Duan Yanming grabbed Luo Feiang’s hand and hooked it onto the waistband of his underwear.

Whoosh! The elastic stretched.

“Since you’re so handsome, only you get to see it.”

Snap! The elastic snapped back.

Luo Feiang’s heart sank further as Duan Yanming bumped his thigh with his hips. “I’ve shown you everything, so next time you better choose me~”

No eyes left. No brain left. Luo Feiang buried his head and ran from the crowd, joining Fei Laoshi in the corner to cry.

Having claimed two brothers, Duan Yanming patted his own bare backside in just tight underwear. “Next up is a rare performance—Little Duan’s costume change!”

“My bunny ears?”

Scanning the room, Duan Yanming’s eyes fell on a drying rack where Xuan Caiyan’s freshly washed socks hung from last night.

He turned and clipped the two socks to his hair using old-fashioned clothespins. “Huh? Why won’t they stand up?”

After tugging twice, the socks still drooped. Using his rich performance experience, he quickly smoothed over the awkwardness. “No worries, it’s a lop-eared bunny.”

Xuan Caiyan: Pfft!

Quite self-consistent.

“Next, a bunny tail…” Duan Yanming continued searching. “Found it!”

He yanked a steel scrubber off the pot-cleaning pole, stuck it to his backside, and twirled.

Rough as it was, it actually stayed hooked to his underwear.

Duan Yanming nodded with satisfaction. “Everyone, it’s starting!”

Puckering his lips and twisting his upper body, he presented the steel-scrubber-clad rear to Grandma. “Sister, wanna spank Little Duan’s butt?”

Grandma, never having seen anything like this, clutched her chest and gasped, cursing in semi-fluent Mandarin: “Pervert!”

Her blood pressure was rising!

Fearing something would happen, Xuan Caiyan shoved a bamboo pole into Meng Zezhou’s hand and helped Grandma slip away.

Meng Zezhou, holding the hot bamboo pole, noticed Duan Yanming’s gaze on him and quickly decided to pass it to Qian Shuyun.

Duan Yanming followed his gaze.

Qian Shuyun hesitated between enduring this torment or passing the pole to Xie Jixing, then gritted his teeth and decided to take it himself.

But Xie Jixing snatched the pole and handed it to the nearby director.

Director: “Me??!!!”

He wanted to pass it to Long Shan, but Long Shan stared him down, and Xie Jixing was untouchable.

Weak, helpless, pitiful.

Duan Yanming was coming!

“Geigei~” Duan Yanming crawled to the director on his knees. “Why aren’t you hitting me? Is it because Little Duan’s butt isn’t perky enough, or do you have another dog outside?”

As he spoke, he twisted his hips violently toward the director, nearly sending the steel scrubber flying.

The director looked to Xie Jixing for guidance.

Xie Jixing signaled: Hit.

The director cried and raised the bamboo pole.

“Oh~~~” Duan Yanming dropped his hips. “Feels good, hit my little puppy harder!”

The director struck a second time, tears streaming.

The pain from the bamboo snapped him partially back to sanity. After a few strikes, he finally collapsed, as if his soul had been sucked out.

The director dropped the pole and ran to the corner, forming a “triangle rice ball” with the top star and Fei Laoshi.

Everyone else exhaled, finally saved!