Huang Xiaoshuai is typical of being young and vigorous, plus when he met two girls, he wanted to be in the limelight, and he originally saw that the other party was also an anchor, and wanted to point out Wang He Ye Bufan and the two as a big anchor, but he didn't expect these two people to appreciate it at all.

And he lost a little bit in front of the girl, so he couldn't suppress the fire for a while, so he sneered twice.

However, Huang Xiaoshuai has no regrets, but he is more worried that the other party will open the live broadcast and record all the words he just said, in that case, there will be some trouble.

Woowoo......

It was already past eight o'clock, the cold wind was blowing, and the Mingyue Mountain, which was 1,200 meters above sea level, blew gusts of wind, coupled with the darkness around it, which made people feel creepy.

Everyone was wearing lighting hats, Daoist Liang Ye and the old watch were leading the way in front, the nerd and Huang Xiaoshuai were juxtaposed, the two sisters were in front of Wang He and Ye Bufan, and everyone was constantly climbing the mountain.

The environment was very depressing and gloomy, and at this moment, after Wang He Zaiye Bufan's guidance, he quietly came to Huang Xiaoshuai's side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mingyue Mountain, it's eight o'clock in the evening, Mingyue Mountain has completely darkened, isn't it a little terrifying?"

Huang Xiaoshuai said with a gentle smile, he still broadcast live in the form of selfies, and the lighting was more dazzling, but he could still show his handsome face.

Wang He, who came to Huang Xiaoshuai's side, coughed slightly, and then spoke.

"Hello audience friends, this is Mingyue Mountain, we told the first story this morning, and now I will tell the second story of Yueshan, called the disappearing 910 troops."

Wang He speaks, his words are correct and round, coupled with his rich expressions and voices, he is indeed better than an idol like Huang Xiaoshuai.

"Legend has it that during World War II, the Japanese had an invincible, invincible army, this team is called the 910 troops, in the war years, this army is only less than 5,000 people, but it has never been defeated, this team swept through East Asia, large and small battles have experienced, is the trump card team of the Japanese country, but in 1940, the most fierce moment of the war, this team in order to rush to the battlefield, chose to cross from Mingyue Mountain to Xiangxi Province, but strange and mysterious things happened, a combat force of 5,000 people, suddenly disappeared.......”

This is the story that Ye Bufan searched on the Internet, and it is really a rumored story of Mingyue Mountain, but someone has done research, but it is not really disappeared, but was ambushed and annihilated by the brave Red Army.

But this answer has not been widely recognized, because there are two reasons, it is impossible for all 5,000 people to be annihilated, which is not in line with the party's core concept, even if all are annihilated, then the equipment must be recovered, and secondly, more importantly, there are no traces of bones.

So this is a more controversial issue, and now Ye Bufan asked Wang He to render it, and suddenly, a mysterious story appeared in front of everyone.

This is not a horror story, nor is it a thriller story, this is a hunting story, which makes people curious, Ye Bufan just wants to use Wang He's eloquence to tell a hunting story, so as to retain popularity.

To know what is the best-selling book in the world?

The world's unsolved mysteries.

Wang He's voice gradually sounded, affecting Huang Xiaoshuai's live broadcast here, I wanted to stop Wang He by speaking out, but thinking that he was live now, if he took the initiative to let others quiet, it would probably damage his image.

Thinking of this, Huang Xiaoshuai could only hold his breath, and what was worse was that there was only one way up the mountain, so he could only endure Wang He's live broadcast on the side.

But fortunately, there are many fans in the live broadcast room who are scolding this Wang He.

"Mom sells batches, who is this? How is it chattering on the side? ”

"Xiaoshuai, is this your new partner?"

"What vanished troops? I don't want to hear this story, I just want to hear Xiaoshuai sing to me. ”

"Brothers, this storytelling anchor is our Xiaoshuai's competitor, telling ghost stories in the middle of the night, there is no conscience, everyone hurry up to condemn him."

"Yes, yes, condemn him, his live broadcast room number is 690521, for the sake of Xiaoshuai, scold him."

"Let's go, let's scold, go scold!"

Seeing that many fans in the live broadcast room were supporting him, Huang Xiaoshuai was naturally very happy in his heart, but in order to maintain his image as a good anchor, he couldn't help but say: "No, no, let's continue the live broadcast and ignore them." ”

As soon as the words were finished, there were a lot of barrages in the live broadcast room.

"What do you mean by being unreasonable? Who have we Huang Jiajun been afraid of? Let's go! ”

"Brothers, go to the live broadcast room to make trouble!"

"The live broadcast room number 690521! Hurry up, everyone! If we don't scold them today, let's stop calling ourselves Huang Jiajun. ”

"Xiaoshuai, don't worry, this matter is left to us."

There are a lot of barrage support, Huang Xiaoshuai is very happy, but I don't know why, he always feels that something is wrong.

At this moment, Ye Bufan, who was at the end of the crowd, looked down at his mobile phone, typing extremely fast.

That's right, he is leading the rhythm in Huang Xiaoshuai's live broadcast room, although it is a bit immoral to do so, but it can't be done without playing some tricks these days.

This brought a wave of rhythm, and sure enough, the popularity value skyrocketed to 5,000, of course, mainly because of the recommendation, but Huang Xiaoshuai also has a lot of fans, and when he came in, the first thing was to spray.

But after spraying a few words, I was attracted by Wang He's story.

Not beat around the bush.

The haunted incident in Mingyue Mountain, coupled with the fact that it is now half past eight in the evening, the sky is dark, and the wind is raging, it gives people an inexplicable sense of fear, and finally coupled with the appeal of Wang He's storytelling, many fans have begun to listen to the story quietly, and some fans have even begun to discuss it.

Everything proves that it works.

Thinking of this, Ye Bufan continued to lead the rhythm, with a revenge mentality, Ye Bufan's rhythm came wave after wave, it was simply happy, after more than 20 minutes of rhythm, he was noticed and banned by the house management, Ye Bufan then quit the account, boarded his tuba, and then put the mobile phone in his pocket.

It's just that when he raised his head again, Ye Bufan was a little stunned......

Because Ye Bufan found that he seemed to be ....... Lost.

The front is overgrown with weeds, there is a road, the wind is blowing in the ears, the mountains and old forests are deep, and I am left alone.

"Wang He! Wang He! ”

Ye Bufan howled a few times, he was not afraid of any ghosts or anything, but he was afraid of some beasts or something, and in the middle of the night, he was alone in the deep mountains and old forests, and the ghost knew what would happen.

It's a pity that the wind is too loud, and no one responds at all.

Thinking of this, Ye Bufan could only take out his mobile phone and call Wang He.

Honk...... The phone rang.

At this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

"Brother Ye! Brother Ye! ”

It was Wang He's voice, Ye Bufan turned around, and sure enough, he saw Wang He standing among the weeds not far away and beckoning to him.

"Why are you still behind me?"

Ye Bufan didn't expect Wang He to be behind him, and when he was about to walk over, suddenly, the phone was dialed.

"Hey! Feed! Brother Ye! Where are you? Why did you fall behind, we looked for you for ten minutes, where are you......"

This is Wang He's voice, which seems to be a little anxious.

This moment.

Ye Bufan.

Scalp.

Pins and needles.

Finish......