"It's a legend, it's just a legend. It's said that if you peel an apple in front of the mirror at midnight, if you accidentally peel it off, you will see ghosts. Today the host will show you a midnight apple peeling performance!"
Near midnight, the most deadly ghost-detection live broadcast room on the Internet was opened again. Mr. Burrit Wall, who was 1.95 meters tall, strong and with a tough-guy style, was sitting in front of the mirror, minding his own business. He said it sounded like a very suicidal plan, while lighting the white candle, letting the two dim flames illuminate the mirror even more gloomily.
[Anchor, don’t seek death! 】
[Yeah, we won’t argue with you anymore, don’t do this kind of thing! 】
[Ghosts really exist, why don’t you understand? 】
…
There was noisy barrage in the live broadcast room, but Feng Xue was sitting on a soft stool, holding a slightly bent knife, and began to peel the apple, saying while peeling:
"In order to prevent intentional cutting and increase the probability of accidental cutting, I will limit the width of the apple peel to three millimeters. This will not only increase the difficulty of peeling the apple, but also show the hand of my martial arts host. Work hard."
While Feng Xue was speaking, the knife had already begun to scratch the apple, and the thin and narrow apple skin turned into strands and separated from the apple. After a few minutes, many viewers had even forgotten that this was a ghost live broadcast. His attention was completely focused on the apple skin that seemed to be broken at any time.
But at this time, the twelve o'clock bell suddenly rang. Feng Xue, who was telling a ghost story with a little color and peeling his head, "completely didn't" notice that right in front of him, that In the mirror illuminated by candlelight, an arm was slowly reaching out.
[Fuck, anchor, look up, mirror! Mirror! 】
[What's going on here? The ghost came out before the apple peel was broken? ! 】
【We’re about to meet him! About to meet! 】
…
However, all these reminders did not seem to affect Feng Xue, who was concentrating on peeling. The audience could only watch the hand stretched out from the mirror slowly approach Feng Xue's head.
At this moment, a wisp of dark wind blew by, causing the apple peel in Feng Xue's hand to sway slightly. Feng Xue trembled violently, as if in a stress reaction, and the apple peel broke.
Not only the apple peel, but the knife accidentally cut his finger. As drops of blood fell on the table and the apple, Feng Xue immediately dropped the bloody knife as if in pain, got up and turned around to finish it in one go. The hand that was about to touch Feng Xue immediately fell away.
Not only that, the ghost hand that suddenly waved down happened to hit Feng Xue's blood dripping on the table, and then he suddenly retracted into the mirror as if he was electrocuted.
"Hiss--Is there something wrong with the air conditioner? It suddenly feels a little cold..." Feng Xuefan found the hemostatic spray and sprayed it on the injured finger, but he couldn't help complaining about the unreliability of the electrical appliance. , but at this time, the audience in the live broadcast room was no longer able to complain, and they were all rummaging through the slices, trying to find evidence to make the anchor believe that there was a ghost.
However, everyone failed. Regardless of the recording or screen capture, there was no evidence of the ghost hand recorded.
Of course they couldn't keep it, because the ghost hand was actually a white ghost hand controlled by the invisible poisonous body.
As for the mirror... it is not a mirror at all, but a layer of "demon energy". To be precise, it is the demonic energy controlled by the method of "absorbing demons and restraining evil" in Xuanjun's Secret Sutra.
Using the assimilation and mimicry functions of the demonic energy, he simulated a texture similar to that of a mirror. He was indeed very focused before, but he was not concentrating on peeling apples, but concentrating on using tacit understanding to construct the "picture" in the mirror. , to match the action of the ghost hand protruding.
In short, it's a double act.
After working for a while, Feng Xue returned to the "mirror" with her hand bandaged, and touched the mirror surface like a pantomime, which was not actually tactile, and said with an expression that I knew:
"Now you should believe that there are no ghosts in this world, right?"
[Yes, we have deeply believed that there are ghosts in this world! 】
[I'm more curious now. The ghost seemed to have been injured by the anchor's blood just now. 】
[It is said that ghosts are afraid of black dogs. Is the anchor a dog demon? 】
[The dog demon is too much! 】
…
"Hey, Yuc, please play in the Yuc group. If you tease the anchor like this, the anchor will make me angry!" Feng Xue pretended to be angry and put her hands on her hips, warning with a serious expression, while the audience kept saying The barrage of "Why you just don't believe in ghosts" was pounding on the screen.
Seeing this, Feng Xue rolled her eyes and said:
"Ghost? I have been famous for not being afraid of ghosts since I was a child! I often make bets with people to earn some pocket money. But guess what happened?
"When I was ten years old, my neighbor's whole family died in one night. Everyone said that there was an evil spirit seeking their lives. I made a bet and lived in that haunted house for seven days. Nothing happened. I found out after the incident. I bet that the person was behind the scenes. It was a real estate agent who tricked me into moving in to clear up the reputation of a haunted house!
"When I was thirteen years old, I made a bet with someone. I went to the morgue of a hospital that was said to be haunted and stayed there for a month. I didn't see a ghost. Later I found out that the grandson who made the bet with me had talked with someone about the day laborers who guarded the morgue. The salary is much higher than the gambling money!
"When I was sixteen years old, I heard that there was a female ghost in the factory who sucked off more than a dozen strong men. I worked in that factory for half a year, and I didn't see any female ghost come to the door. I didn't even do it for a while! Only later did I realize that it was just to deceive me into working with a minimum salary!
"I would like to warn everyone here, don't believe in any ghosts or monsters. Nine times out of ten, those things are just to make you pay.
"For example, if a place is rumored to be haunted, then it is a haunted house. Will house prices fall?
"The investor bought it, hired a so-called ghost-catching master, and then he said he spent as much money as he wanted to catch ghosts. Now that it's no longer a ghost house, the house prices will go back up, right?
“How much do you think you can earn from this?
"Not to mention speculating about evil-proofing rosary beads and idols. A few credit points can wholesale a truckload of things. As long as a master is packaged and a consecration ceremony is held, the sales can be sold thousands of times in no time. Go! Isn’t that thing faster than cultivating idols and bringing in goods?
"So, what kind of ghosts are there in this world! What you say is supernatural, but what's in your heart is business! Do you understand business?!"
[Fuck, I feel like I’ve been convinced...]
【Be sensible! Think about that hand just now! 】
[But it’s not good. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have almost believed it! 】
[So what, is there a possibility that those places are actually haunted, but the anchor is just too lucky? 】
[If you say that, it’s really possible! 】
[So I’m just curious about where the factory haunted by a female ghost is? I don’t mean anything else, I just want to do some odd jobs to earn some pocket money...]
…
Watching the barrage go further and further away, Feng Xue forcibly restrained the urge to raise the corners of his mouth, because at this moment, another label appeared on him——
[Life is hard]!
