It was completely dark. Huo Ziliang glanced at his watch, put Qian Fei's matter aside, and prepared to start today's live broadcast.
He is an outdoor blogger, and he likes exciting things. He often collects some supernatural outdoor venues that invite death on the Internet, so he has countless curious fans.
As soon as the live broadcast room was opened, a bunch of crazy fans rushed into the live broadcast channel and started rolling barrages.
[Ah ah ah, Dada finally came to seek death again... No, he came to live broadcast again. 】
[Where are you taking us today? 】
[It looks like a room, and it’s quite bright, which is a bit unfamiliar. 】
[Sir, I recently discovered an extremely sinister old house. I heard that a whole family of people died. It’s very scary. Do you want to give it a try? 】
【Ah ah ah, looking forward to it! I've got popcorn ready for snacks. 】
Seeing the barrage, Huo Ziliang put on a handsome pose.
"Hi, everyone, I'm at my classmate's house now. Today's live broadcast is quite special. We will follow a new team on an adventure."
【New team? Did Brother Huozi change his team? 】 someone asked.
Huo Ziliang had already received an inquiry message from the team, and he had no time to reply. He could only explain to the audience opposite: "No, it is a team organized by a friend of mine. She went on an adventure today, and I just came to share it with everyone. "
[Brother Huo Zi joins the group and looks forward to it. 】
[Thank you, Brother Huozi, for sharing. Gift X1]
When the atmosphere was just right, a slight voice sounded from the side.
[I heard a voice next to me. Is there anyone next to Brother Huozi? Is it someone from the new team? 】
Huo Ziliang looked down at the sound and found that Qian Fei, who was lying on the table just now, was snoring, as if he was asleep.
"Looks like he drank too much." Huo Ziliang muttered something and stretched out his hand to lift the person lying on the table and put him on the sofa.
As soon as it came into contact with Qian Fei's body, Huo Ziliang's hand shrank.
He was surprised in his heart: Why was this man so cold? It was not cold tomorrow, but he looked as if he had been taken out of the refrigerator.
what happened? Is this an illness?
Huo Ziliang didn't care so much and picked up the quilt next to him and covered him. But just as he pulled up the quilt, his wrist was grabbed by a cold hand again.
"What's wrong?" There was a sound of the door opening upstairs, and Sang Luo came out and asked.
Huo Ziliang raised his hand: "He seems to be sick, and his body is as cold as ice."
After he finished speaking, he cursed in a low voice: "Is this person a centipede? Wrapping me up so tightly?"
Sang Luo walked down and drew a line of red on three inches of his wrist. The restraining hand was immediately released, hanging softly on the sofa.
Huo Ziliang breathed a sigh of relief and began to look at the strange lines curiously.
"What is this?"
"Cinnabar," Sang Luo explained, "is generally used for drawing talismans."
Huo Ziliang's expression changed: "You mean, he, he, he, he is a ghost?"
His voice trembled.
Sang Luo took back his hand, wiped the cinnabar on his fingers with a clean tissue, and said casually: "It's not that serious."
When Huo Ziliang breathed a sigh of relief, she added, "It's just that he was possessed by some dirty things."
Huo Ziliang shook his hand violently and rushed to the bathroom desperately.
Sang Luo thought he would vomit for a while, but unexpectedly he was washing his hands frantically in the bathroom.
This move was something that even Sang Luo didn't expect. She leaned outside the door and asked, "What are you doing?"
Huo Ziliang said without looking back: "This is my first time encountering a ghost. I don't know what to do."
Although his tone sounded scared, he didn't mean to back down, which can be said to be a sign of great courage.
The phone on the table vibrated. Sang Luo turned around and took a look and found that the phone was propped up and there was a series of scrolling bullet screens on it.
Thinking of what Huo Ziliang said just now, has the live broadcast started?
Sang Luo made a small cover for himself and lowered his head to check the situation of the barrage. Sure enough, it had exploded.
[Holy shit, what did I hear just now, a ghost? 】
[It’s a lie, it’s definitely a script. 】
[The acting is all acting. 】
[To put it mildly, I hope everyone will respect ghosts and gods more. My ancestors were doing this. The lady just now looked very professional, and the look of the talisman was also very familiar. It should be real. 】
[Ah ah ah, I was scared to death. What will happen to that little brother? Will he die? 】
[We’d better call the police. 】
[Stop making trouble, we are just here to watch the fun, it’s boring for you to be so serious. 】
[Wait a minute, the young lady seems to have noticed us, she is walking towards this way. She has a good figure and beautiful hands. She is definitely a beauty. 】
[The anchor has no conscience, why does he need to code! 】
【……】
In order to protect user privacy, the live broadcast website has launched a live broadcast mosaic function, but Sang Luo's concealment went to a higher level, and even the website could not decipher it.
She smiled at the camera: "It was just a dramatic effect to liven up the atmosphere. Don't take it too seriously."
She touched an inch of Qian Fei's neck with her hand, and the man immediately groaned, changed his position and began to snore.
Sang Luo took back his hand and shrugged helplessly at the camera: "Sorry, one of our members is drunk, so we can only leave it to the two of us."
The barrage paused for a second and then started speaking again.
[The voice of the young lady is also very nice. Please ask me what the live broadcast account is and follow it. 】
[Let me tell you, it scared me to death. It was just a joke by the host. 】
[Isn’t it too much to entertain the audience? 】
[Anyone who doesn’t like watching it, get out. Take a look for yourselves. There are so many scripts written by ghost-detection anchors. Some of them I’m too mentally retarded to complain about. There are too many bugs. At least this young lady is sincere enough and I like them. 】
The barrage quickly became a string, and Huo Ziliang also walked out at this time.
Seeing the soaring number of people swarming in and the crazy barrage in the live broadcast room, his expression was dull for a moment.
"What happened?"
Sang Luo returned the live broadcast equipment to him and simply explained: "Your fans are very worried about what happened just now, so I will explain it to you."
Huo Ziliang said "Oh" and felt a little flattered. He never thought that Sang Luo would be so warm-hearted.
"Thanks!"
Sang Luo didn't feel guilty at all about making the other party's muddy water even more muddy, and accepted this thank you very calmly.
"Are you ready?" Sang Luo suddenly asked.
Huo Ziliang nodded. He thought he was talking about tonight's live broadcast, but he didn't notice that Sang Luo's expression was getting weirder and weirder.
"Then let's go." Sang Luo said, "Bring your live broadcast equipment and give the audience a surprise tonight."
Watching Sang Luo walk upstairs, Huo Ziliang adjusted his perspective and asked, "Where are we going? Do you need me to ask the driver to take us there?"
Sang Luo said calmly: "No, our venue today is in this house."
Room, house?
Huo Ziliang looked confused and turned around cautiously: "This place is a haunted house, the kind where people have died?"
"That's not true." Sang Luo said quietly, "But as of today, I'm not sure."
Hearing these words, Huo Ziliang's body stiffened and he said humbly, "You're just kidding."
Sang Luo didn't say anything and opened the door he entered just now.
As soon as he entered, Huo Ziliang felt a chill start to penetrate from the soles of his feet. His body couldn't help but tremble. When he looked up again, he felt that the hairs were about to come out.
Sang Luo didn't look back, and a voice came from the front: "Come in, close the door."
At this moment, Huo Ziliang had the urge to retreat. He had a feeling that he was in a wolf's circle.
Is this sister serious? Is there really something unclean in here?
He was stunned for so long that he even forgot to explain, causing the live barrage to get out of hand.
[Fuck, what is this? 】
[Am I not dazzled? 】
[I feel like someone is running a cult. Is there anyone who can take care of it? 】
【@administrator】
[It scared me to death, how could this be so real! 】
[Don’t block it, I like it! 】
[Yeah, isn’t this the only thing we’re going to watch? 】
The large room was filled with red ropes, wound up in an irregular pattern. A wind chime was hung on each section of the rope, and under the wind chimes was a talisman.
I don't know if it was the lighting arrangement, but the room was a blood red color, which gave people a creepy feeling.
"What, what is this?" Huo Ziliang asked tremblingly.
"Today's scene." Sang Luo said calmly, "Do you think there is anything that needs improvement?"
"No more, no more!" Huo Ziliang said immediately.
He was afraid that if he continued to improve, he would have to accept Hades.
Sang Luo gave up a position, and after watching him tremblingly close the door, he said, "Then do me a favor."
Seeing Huo Ziliang touching the door lock and planning to go out again, she added: "It's a very simple matter. If you cooperate, it will be very safe."
Out of trust in Sang Luo's character, Huo Ziliang gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you say it."
His courage cannot be lost to that of a girl.
Sang Luo took out a set of clothes from the closet and handed them to Huo Ziliang. He looked at the other person's confused eyes and said, "Put this on."
This was a simple task. Huo Ziliang agreed without thinking and quickly put on his coat.
After he had packed everything up, he looked back at Sang Luo and waited for his instructions.
Sang Luo turned his eyes slightly in a circle, as if he was looking at a product to be evaluated, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Then you go and lie down on the bed."
Huo Ziliang: "Huh?"
"What do you want to do!" He took a step back warily.
He couldn't believe his ears when he saw Sang Luo pointing to the bed behind him: "Lie down and don't move if anything happens."
Looking at the big bed covered with red sheets and red quilt, Huo Ziliang wanted to cry but had no tears.
He, he, is still a simple boy who doesn't understand anything. What is he doing?
