It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and Liuhuo Avenue was still bustling with activity.
Tourists linger here and there, especially when all the lights on Liuhuo Avenue come on, it feels like a city that never sleeps.
The smoke from the snack bar filled the sky above Liuhuo Avenue, and the tangy aroma attracted more people to stop and queue in front of the snack bar.
At the stall in front of Zhao Hu's shop, batches of handicrafts were sold, and many people rented the top ten famous swords to take photos.
After a day of hard promotion and performance, Brother Pingtou's martial arts gym is finally no longer as deserted as before.
Most tourists sign up for experience courses. Although they are not very expensive, the important thing is that the number is sufficient. This can be regarded as the first big money that Brother Pingtou has made in a real sense.
However, it is worth noting that when looking at the lively scene on Liuhuo Avenue, Huang Mao from the live broadcast did not just come in.
He stood outside the city gate and kept looking at the time. With the gimmick of Flowing Fire Avenue, a large number of viewers poured into Huang Mao's live broadcast room in a short period of time.
"What does the anchor do?"
"The anchor's letters are quite mixed!"
"As a spiritual young man, you are the most meaningful."
The new viewers couldn't help laughing at Huang Mao's various religious accessories.
The issue of religious belief was finally figured out by this yellow guy.
As there were more and more people, Huang Mao quickly explained cheerfully:
"Brothers, the content of my brother's live broadcast today is about the Avenue of Flowing Fire.
Many guides on the Internet mention that there are eight rules for the Avenue of Flowing Fire, and some of them are even somewhat evil.
Brother, I don’t believe in this evil today. Have you seen this religious jewelry that my brother is wearing? All prepared for this live broadcast.
This cross is said to be stained with the blood of Jesus.
This talisman was drawn by Zhang Tianshi himself.
This Buddha statue was consecrated by eight eminent monks.
And this Buddhist bead, it is said that it was picked from the body of Arhat who subdued the dragon! "
Anyone can tell that Huang Mao is completely bragging.
However, in line with the principle of watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, the audience cheered below one after another. At the same time, they kept urging Huang Mao to quickly enter the Flowing Fire Avenue. Everyone wanted to see what would happen.
As for the eight rules of Liuhuo Avenue, with the popularity of Liuhuo Avenue, everyone has already known it.
Some people who have experienced it personally have also warned in their written strategies that they must abide by the rules, otherwise strange things will happen.
This can be regarded as one of the few urban rumors at the moment, so naturally many people will be curious about it.
Seeing more and more people pouring into the live broadcast room, Huang Mao grinned almost to his ears.
But he still didn't rush in, but explained to the audience again:
"There's no point in going in now. Doesn't the code also say that you are not allowed to enter Flowing Fire Avenue after 12 o'clock?
Today, a buddy will give you a midnight live broadcast. At 12 o'clock, you will enter Liuhuo Avenue and walk around with religious accessories.
Please support me by playing more Rockets, and I will help you dispel the rumors! "
There are various opinions in the comment area of the live broadcast room, but in fact most people do not agree with the authenticity of the code.
"I'll go, I heard that this code is quite evil. Is the anchor going to risk his life?"
"Huang Mao, are you tough enough? Don't go in, you won't be able to get out again."
“I support the anchors, this code is nothing more than a publicity stunt.
Do people really believe that meddlesome people are fanning the flames on the Internet? "
More people still regard these codes as nothing more than a publicity stunt for the Internet Celebrity Walking Street, taking advantage of the recent rumors about the codes that have become popular online.
As time went by, there were more and more people in the live broadcast room, but fewer and fewer people were on the Fire Road.
Seeing that it was approaching 12 o'clock, Brother Pingtou and others began to urge customers to leave as soon as possible.
Although there were still long queues at the food stalls, around eleven o'clock, the river god had already started to close the stalls.
The tourists in line were a little dissatisfied with this.
"Boss, is there any reason in this world that you can't make money?"
"Yes, boss, we have been queuing here for so long, why are you closing the door just when you say it is closed?"
"Liuhuo Avenue is so popular, wouldn't it be good to develop a night market? Why does it have to close at 12 o'clock? The nightlife hasn't started yet in our area."
Faced with the dissatisfied comments from the tourists, the River God closed the stall and said earnestly:
"If you haven't had enough fun, come back tomorrow. After 12 o'clock, no one can stay in the Fire Avenue. This is the rule.
Come early tomorrow and I'll give you a discount. It's better than having trouble here at night. "
Everyone was confused by what the River God said.
What could happen to this place?
Why are the owners of these shops so obsessed with the rules?
The flat-headed brother who was enthusiastically soliciting customers one second had a serious face the next second.
When someone came up to ask, Brother Pingtou no longer enthusiastically introduced the business of the martial arts gym, but hurriedly drove people out:
"Don't look at it anymore, let's go home. It's almost 12 o'clock. Didn't you see the rules?
Liuhuo Avenue is closed to the public after 12 o'clock, so leave quickly! "
Zhao Hu was more direct. He closed the stall without saying a word and closed the door of the shop within a few seconds.
The sudden change of attitude left tourists confused.
Zhao Xue also walked out at this moment, gently persuading the tourists to leave the place as soon as possible.
Before 12 o'clock, all tourists on Liuhuo Avenue were cleared, and the entrances and exits on both sides were cordoned off, and no one was allowed to enter.
Not far away, the sign with the code written on it also started to light up in red. This was in line with what was mentioned in the code. When the LED light sign lights up in red, please do not enter.
Flathead brother Zhao Hu and He Shen were called to the management office by Zhao Xue. They had to reconcile with Zhao Xue as usual so that they could calculate the income of each store at the end of the month and extract rent and loans from it.
The tourists dispersed reluctantly, and the cars in the parking lot were all gone in a short period of time.
Few tourists noticed that in the corner outside the city gate, the bright light of the mobile phone screen shone on Huang Mao's excited face.
The number of people in the live broadcast room has exceeded 10,000. For an anchor like Huang Mao with a wild background, he has never received so many people's attention.
"Huang Mao, it's already 12 o'clock, are you going or not?"
"Brother, don't be a coward and move forward boldly!"
[Kicking the widow’s door at night will give you a rocket...]
Looking at the gorgeous gift special effects on the screen, Huang Mao suddenly had an idea and stood up:
"Come on, brothers, Ding is Dingmao is Mao, today is the one.
My buddy will take you to explore the Flowing Fire Avenue at night to dispel these rumors! "
Huang Mao walked toward Liuhuo Avenue with a proud look on his face. However, when he came to the city gate, he realized that he was not the only one who gathered there.
There were twos and threes of people in this direction, holding mobile phones like him, and they were obviously a little surprised by the other party's appearance.
"Are you also a host?"
Huang Mao asked with some confusion, and the young couple nodded immediately.
These two are somewhat famous online, with a fan base of 40,000 to 50,000 people. They have the same purpose as Huang Mao.
They also want to take advantage of the flow of Flowing Fire Avenue, and entering the Flowing Fire Avenue at night is obviously the most suitable gimmick.
In addition to the young couple, a boy walked next to him. The theme of this boy's live broadcast was called Anti-Feudal Superstition.
This type of live broadcast has also emerged in recent years. Daily live broadcasts include playing some so-called supernatural games on the Internet, or going to cemeteries, exploring the wilderness, etc.
4 people, you look at me and I look at you. Unexpectedly, these thoughts all collided with each other.
However, the four people quickly reached a consensus. Since they are so destined, they will complete the next live broadcast together and enter the Flowing Fire Avenue after 12 o'clock to see what can happen.
Huang Mao tore off the isolation line blocking the door without even thinking about it, and the last group of four walked into the dark Liuhuo Avenue.
There was no light on Liuhuo Avenue after 12 o'clock, and there was heavy fog.
Strangely enough, there was no trace of fog outside the city gate, but the white fog on the Flowing Fire Avenue inside the city gate was getting thicker and thicker.
The LED light with the code written on it emits a penetrating red light. At this time, although it was the same place, the atmosphere was very different from that during the day, giving people an inexplicable eerie feeling.
Huang Mao felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he didn't understand where this uneasiness came from.
However, once he saw so many people accompanying him in the live broadcast room, Huang Mao's uneasiness quickly disappeared.
"Family, now that we have entered the Avenue of Flowing Fire, there is nothing special about it. It seems that those rules are completely nonsense."
Huang Mao said to everyone in the live broadcast room with a nonchalant expression, and then he turned the camera and pointed it at the Avenue of Flowing Fire, hoping that all the viewers could have an immersive feeling.
The only girl among the few people has been following the boy closely. From the moment he entered Liuhuo Avenue, he always felt that something was strange.
"It's so cold here, and this kind of cold is not wind cold in the ordinary sense. It's like we are in an ice cellar."
After hearing this, the boy next to him suddenly smiled nonchalantly:
"That's just your illusion. It's only July, how can it be cold?"
The boy walking alone on the other side deliberately spoke to the audience in the live broadcast room:
“What age it is, there are still people who believe in these feudal superstitions.
What the heck is July and August? The ancients didn’t know science, so they believed in these so-called ghosts and monsters.
The bracelet says that you are not allowed to enter Liuhuo Avenue after midnight, but am I still okay now?
There aren't so many weird things, it's just everyone trying to scare themselves. "
While talking, the anti-feudal superstitious anchor raised his head and looked around. However, only then did he notice that the white fog had become thicker at some point, and he could no longer even see the faces of the people in front of him. figure.
"Where are the people? Where are those people in front of me just now?"
The audience in the live broadcast room also began to find something wrong. How could the white fog suddenly rise in just a few seconds?
Gusts of cold wind blew by, but it couldn't dissipate the diffuse white mist at all.
For the sake of live broadcast effect, the anchor could only rely on his memory to continue walking forward, but not long after, a fork in the road actually appeared in front of him.
Without thinking too much, the young man only thought that maybe a few other people had gone ahead and distanced themselves, so he turned straight into this fork in the road and walked towards the front.
But gradually, the young anchor also realized that something was not right.
This road seemed to be endless, and I walked for a long time without seeing the end.
And the style of this road is completely different from the Liuhuo Avenue seen before. There are no shops on both sides, replaced by rows of lush trees.
Looking at the time, the young anchor realized that he had been walking on this road for nearly 20 minutes. This made him stop in confusion and muttered strangely:
"Is the Flowing Fire Avenue so long? Why didn't you pay attention when you came during the day?"
However, at this moment, a comment from an audience member in the comment area made the young anchor feel a chill down his back.
"I just looked at the eight rules written in the online guide. One of them is the Avenue of Flowing Fire. There is only one road."
The young anchor suddenly frowned. If there is only one road to the Flowing Fire Avenue, then what is the road he is walking on now?
The anchor stood under the tree, and for a moment he didn't dare to go any further.
He looked in the direction he came from, only to find that the place was covered by white fog, and he could no longer see anything clearly.
After calming down for a while, the anchor gritted his teeth secretly, and then returned the same way, planning to go back to the fork in the road to see what was going on.
Nearly half an hour passed. He obviously only walked on this road for 20 minutes. It stands to reason that he must have returned to the fork in the road in this half hour.
But in front of us is still a long path with no end as far as the eye can see. The white mist mixes with the surrounding darkness, which always makes people feel an indescribable weirdness.
In this situation, no matter how dull you are, you will notice that something is wrong.
He stopped immediately and opened the map in surprise, only to find that his location was still in the Avenue of Flowing Fire.
But no matter how he tried to move, his icon on the map was always fixed at the center of Flowing Fire Avenue.
The viewers in the live broadcast room also felt a little weird, and various comments came one after another, constantly irritating the host's tense nerves.
"Could this be the legendary ghost breaking the wall, right?"
"The rules say that if you go astray, close your eyes and spin around three times to get back to the starting point. Do you want to give it a try?"
"Have you noticed that the trees on both sides of this road seem to be of the same species? Does anyone know what kind of tree this is?"
"I just checked online and the leaves on this tree look like they are mulberry trees."
"Damn it, I heard my grandpa say that if you don't plant mulberries in front of you, you won't plant willows in the back. This mulberry tree is a very yin tree!"
Seeing such comments, the anchor made the mistake of looking back at the trees behind him.
It didn't matter. The anchor, who had been tensing his nerves, just realized that the trees planted on both sides of the road were all mulberry trees.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying.
"Sangliu, Duli, and Sophora japonica are not allowed to enter Yang's house."
This sentence refers to the five types of trees: mulberry tree, willow tree, acacia tree, pear tree, and locust tree.
These five types of trees are called shady trees, which can easily attract evil spirits and even damage Feng Shui.
And from another point of view, if you look around, there won’t be a single street in the country that is greened with trees like mulberry trees.
But this road is like this, how can it not make people feel evil?
As the saying goes, if the shade tree enters the house, the house will not be peaceful.
At this special hour of midnight, he was trapped on a fork in the road that shouldn't exist, with shade trees planted on both sides. You can imagine how panicked the anchor was at this moment.
He began to speed up his pace and kept running forward in the direction he came from. But until he was exhausted, he still couldn't leave this place.
Everything around him seemed to be unchanged, which made him more and more depressed, and he no longer had the teasing calmness he had before.
However, he was not the only one who suffered from this, and the situation of several others was not optimistic at present.
Huang Mao, who had the most arrogant attitude, also noticed that the other people had disappeared in the white mist.
But how could careless Huang Mao care about this?
His attention was entirely focused on the growing number of people in the live broadcast room and the special effects of gifts filling the screen. He was unaware that a figure was approaching him in front of him.
The increasingly dense white fog had already made him unable to see the shops on both sides.
In other words, without an obvious reference, Huang Mao was not sure whether he was still walking on the Avenue of Flowing Fire.
But Huang Mao, whose attention was attracted by the live broadcast room, didn't notice it at all. At this moment, he was still shouting loudly that there was nothing special about the Flowing Fire Avenue.
Until, the figure in the white mist gradually walked up to Huang Mao.
Huang Mao, who was watching the live broadcast just now, looked up inadvertently and was immediately startled.
There was an old lady in ragged clothes standing in front of her. She was dirty all over and she was holding a broken bowl in her hand.
"Young man, okay..."
The old lady said to Huang Mao in an extremely unpleasant voice, and at the same time handed her bowl to Huang Mao.
However, Huang Mao waved his hand impatiently:
"Why are there still people begging for food in this place? Hurry up and stay out of the way."
While talking, Huang Mao walked around the old lady and walked forward, and at the same time said with disdain:
"Let me just say that those rules are a lie. Isn't this old beggar lady also walking on the Fire Avenue in the middle of the night? What can happen?"
However, what Huang Mao didn't expect was that just after he finished speaking, the comment area suddenly started a series of screen refreshes.
"Who was the anchor talking to just now?"
"What kind of old lady is begging for food? Where was there just now?"
"This show is effective. I admit that I was scared!"
But after seeing these comments, Huang Mao suddenly stopped. He slowly turned around stiffly and looked behind him.
Apart from a vast expanse of white mist, there was no figure.
"Snapped!"
At this moment, a crisp sound came.
Huang Mao looked down in shock, only to realize that the prayer beads he was wearing on his hand had suddenly been disconnected.
The beads rolled around on the ground, and Huang Mao froze on the spot.
Just before he could react, the old lady's voice came to his ears again in a subtle way:
"Young man, okay..."
(End of chapter)
