Yes, a group of buildings, the kind where you can’t see the edges with a sweeping view.
Ancient, mysterious, and sowhat dilapidated.
The dusty wooden door seed to have been neglected for years, with deep and shallow scratches crisscrossing it. They looked as though they were left by special types of blades or swords, chaotic and random, with even marble-sized... holes?
Standing before this cluster of buildings, the photographer was silent for a long while. The authentic scene gave him a jarring feeling of traveling through ti and space, as though he were back in the war-torn years decades ago.
Step by step, as he walked along the stone-paved path leading up to the door, the cara on his shoulder revealed the scene to the livestream audience without reservation.
"..."
"Wow~"
"Wow, wow~~"
For a mont, the viewers in the livestream were collectively speechless. After a long pause, only a few hesitant comnts started to trickle in.
"Hold up, maybe my screen froze. I’m going to leave and co back..."
"Don’t bother trying, buddy—the guy up front already tested it for us. Yes, you’re in Tang Shu’s livestream!"
"Wooden houses stacked layer upon layer like terraced fields, built halfway up a mountain? Who does that nowadays? It’s not like so Jianghu Gangs training retreat!"
"Can soone please tell I’m not hallucinating? Are we all seeing the sa thing here?"
"Yep, buddy, your description—down to the punctuation marks—is exactly the sa as what I’m seeing. It’s like we wandered into the wrong film set!"
"??? Did I even describe anything?"
"Anyone who didn’t know better would think this is a location set for a movie crew. Are we sure this is Tang Shu’s ho?"
The ordinary viewers were plunged into deep doubt, completely baffled by the situation before them. Their earlier skepticism resurged as speculations flew about whether Tang Shu might have lied.
anwhile, a swarm of haters suddenly erged out of nowhere, launching into collective mockery mode, treating Tang Shu’s earlier statent—"My ho"—as nothing but a joke.
"Tsk, who is she even fooling? In this modern age, how could anyone still live in a house like this? And I’m not saying it’s rundown—it just feels too steeped in history. Plus, even getting paperwork for land ownership here would be a headache."
"So, this is how phony Tang Shu gets? Is this how reality shows are fild these days? Does she call the film crew her family? Could she dial down the theatrics?"
"Made so money from the tourist spot yesterday, pushed so products this morning, and now she’s promoting the film crew? If you’re this talented, why not fly to the heavens while you’re at it!"
"So people really can’t take the criticism, huh? This is just too unconventional. Does she even know what ’staying low-key’ ans? I don’t think she even has the decorum expected of a reality show guest..."
The quietly lurking photographer gave Tang Shu a cautious glance, only to realize that this guest had been utterly indifferent to the livestream’s chatter from the beginning. Her calm deanor felt less like a reality show recording and more like she was genuinely returning ho.
He swore this was the strangest celebrity he’d ever fild in his career. Absolutely!
In stark contrast to the haters’ sudden uproar, however, Tang Shu’s loyal fans—drawn in by the forty-minute journey—were unfazed. Once they saw the footage, a steady stream of exclamations poured out:
"Holy shit, I KNEW Uncle Tang wouldn’t just sit back quietly..."
"Heads up, people—she’s about to pull another shocker!"
"Hey, hey, keep hating her up front! Keep piling on the mockery! I LIVE to watch haters bash Uncle Tang like this, hahahaha~~"
"Go for it, keep going! Make sure Uncle Tang is left speechless! This monuntal task is officially handed over to you guys in the front!"
"God, I absolutely love watching the internet drag Uncle Tang through the mud. Look at this—aren’t we old fans spared from being the targets of the roasting this ti? Can I quietly enjoy playing spectator now?"
"Seeing those haters at work gives flashbacks of my past self..."
"Exactly, you’re all correct—this is NOT her ho, nope! Keep it up, folks—we’re all waiting for the big reversal here."
"Ehhh~~ Can’t watch this anymore. Mods, why do you love setting up unsuspecting viewers to fall for traps so much? Friendly reminder: Question your reality all you want, but NEVER doubt Uncle Tang. It’s practically a commandnt."
"LMAO, a ’commandnt’? You’re full of it. It’s obviously just your hard-earned lesson after stepping in her traps so many tis—admit it."
The comnt section was quickly flooded by her loyal fans, who overwheld any hostile voices with the sheer number of their posts. The haters suddenly found themselves struggling to rally allies.
"???"
What the hell was going on? Where did this whole horde co from? At first glance, they seed to be on the sa side, but a closer look proved otherwise. And how were they so coordinated—each comnt flowing together seamlessly?
What kind of strange breed of internet users were these!
The regular audience mbers didn’t bother with the silent war between haters and loyal fans. Their eyes remained fixed on the unexpected background in the livestream.
"Guys, do none of you notice the plaque above the door? Open your damn eyes before you speak, geez! Did everyone’s IQ run away from ho?"
"Run away from ho? Don’t sugarcoat it—just say they don’t have any brains!"
"...Eh? Wait, the plaque does have writing on it?"
"Tang Village—it’s even written in reverse order! Looks like this plaque really has so history to it."
"Good thing these two characters look the sa in both simplified and traditional forms. If it were sothing else, I wouldn’t recognize it at all."
"These words sound like an old bandit na from back in the day. What’s the connection to Tang Shu? Could this really be her ho?"
Outside the livestream, Tang Shu proved the point with her actions. Stretching out her right hand, she gave the wooden door a gentle push. Accompanied by the creak of its hinges, she stepped over the high threshold with her long legs.
"Welco to my ho. I hope you enjoy your day."
"..."
The photographer swallowed hard upon hearing these words. The cara equipnt mounted on his shoulder seed to nod slightly in response.
For so reason, he felt a chill run down his spine, like a wave of coldness drenching him from head to toe. The sensation left him shivering... Perhaps it was because the temperature was too low halfway up the mountain?
The midday sun seed useless now QAQ—
Unaware of her designated photographer’s internal monologue, Tang Shu led him along the stone-paved path. After passing two or three wooden houses, they arrived at an open field, where the first thing that caught their eyes was the pen holding so sheep, pigs, and vividly feathered, colorful fowl with long wings.
"Wait, what on earth is THAT? Why does it look so strange?"
"As a city dweller, I recognize the sheep and pigs—but not the others. Can soone more knowledgeable explain?"
"Here we go. The one with the longest tail is a pheasant, the gray one with the flat beak is a wild duck. They’re rare in the wild now—it’s obvious these aren’t dosticated animals."
"Hold up—if they’re not dosticated, why are they inside a pen?"
"..."
The rural folks confessed they couldn’t answer that either.
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