Someone heard the sarcastic saying: "Anchor, you are so good at blowing, I almost believe it." ”

"Could it be that cancer can be cured?"

"Hehe, I've had cold legs for many years, if I can cure it, I'll call you dad."

In the face of these ridicules, Ye Simei looked calm and relaxed, and said: "No matter how much you say now, you won't believe it." Facts speak louder than words, and when all the ills are gone, you will know that what I say is true. ”

Netizens naturally still don't believe it, as for the few people who have bought the goods in the live broadcast room, they are also regarded as childcare by everyone.

At this time, an audience member suddenly said, "Anchor, the painting behind you seems to have changed." ”

Ye Simei turned around, there was an oil painting hanging on the wall, it was a bargain bought on a certain treasure, and it had been hanging for a year.

The painting depicts a rustic cottage surrounded by tranquil landscapes.

Someone asked, "What has changed?" Why didn't I find out? ”

The man just said, "Look at the windows of the house! ”

Ye Simei moved her gaze to the window and was startled.

There was a figure standing in the window.

She bought the painting, and she remembers it well.

There's no one in the window!

Some netizens didn't believe it and ridiculed: "You're also a childcare, right?" The anchor really tried her best to sell her tattered scarf, and even came up with this kind of trick. ”

At this time, Ye Simei was surprised and delighted.

She could clearly see a burst of yin energy emanating from the painting, causing the temperature around her to drop by several degrees.

Luo Zhiyu walked over quickly, blocked in front of her, and said, "This painting is weird, how to deal with it?" ”

Netizens saw him and sneered: "Yo, you also invited an actor?" If you don't consider me, my acting skills are definitely better than his. ”

Ye Simei said excitedly: "It's finally here, I'm almost asleep after waiting." ”

Immediately afterwards, someone said in the live broadcast room: "Look, the figure on the painting has moved again!" ”

Sure enough, the door to the hut in the painting opened at some point, and the figure was already standing by the door.

No one knows when the scene in the painting changes.

At this moment, netizens couldn't help but feel a little chill in their hearts.

"It's a good special effect, it's worth the ticket price." There are still people who don't believe it, but fewer people leave the live broadcast room.

Luo Zhiyu's face was full of vigilance, and he was about to speak, but he saw Ye Simei pointing to the painting, and said eagerly: "Don't fix those moths, if you want to kill me, come out quickly, don't rub in." ”

Luo Zhiyu: "......"

Even the live broadcast room is full of "......"

This anchor is a fool, right?

Qingcheng Mountain Sword Immortal: "I don't know whether to praise her for her bravery, or scold her for looking for death." ”

And the figure in the painting is still slowly approaching.

It seems to be getting closer to the frame, and its size is getting bigger.

Qingcheng Mountain Sword Immortal: "Anchor, you better hurry up, even if it's across the screen, I know that this spirit monster is not easy to deal with." ”

At this time, another netizen jumped out, his name was "Mortal Chen Fan", there were many typos in his speech, it can be seen that he was very anxious: "Anchor, don't let that spirit come out, otherwise it will ......"

Ye Simei directly took down the painting, held it in front of her, and said, "You can't come out?" Are you seventy or eighty years old and have limited mobility, walking so slowly? ”

Luo Zhiyu: "......"

Mortal Chen Fan: "......"

Netizens said: "This anchor is a neurotic, and the identification has been completed." ”

Mortal Chen Fan: "This anchor should be cool." ”

Suddenly, the face of the black shadow in the painting suddenly pressed against the painting, almost obscuring the entire painting, leaving only a pitch-black, faceless face.

Qingcheng Mountain Sword Immortal: "Anchor, run!" ”

The next moment, the black shadow rushed out of the painting and pounced on Ye Simei.

"Be careful!" Luo Zhiyu was shocked and wanted to rush to save her, but it was too late.

Mortal Chen Fan: "It's not saved, this looks like a spirit monster raised by someone with a corpse, it absorbs a lot of yin qi, and eats countless carrion, its strength is strong, not to mention an ordinary person, it is a first-level or second-level occultist, and it is not its opponent......"

Halfway through his words, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, and with a shake of his hand, he sent out all the words in front of him.

The black shadow haunted Ye Simei, if it was an ordinary person, his face would have turned blue a long time ago, and he had been sucked out of life and died.

But Ye Simei seemed to be fine, still with her eyes closed, enjoying herself.

Ye Simei's mind kept echoing with a prompt sound: "Attacked by Spirit Monster (Level 3), Evil Spell +5." ”

Each time the spirit monster attacked, her demonic spell increased by 5 points, and soon reached 30 points.

After that, no matter how the shadow attacked, there was no more beep.

It's been drained.

Ye Simei said slowly: "I thought you had a lot of ability, but that's it." Your attack is like a massage to me, but it makes me feel comfortable. ”

Luo Zhiyu: "......"

Everyone in the live broadcast room: "......"

Mortal Chen Fan: "This, how is this possible?" That monster is level three, how can its attack be ineffective? ”

Ye Simei's eyes sank, and she said, "It's my turn now." ”

She quickly pinched a trick with both hands on her chest, and when the points increased just now, she also had a lot of evil tricks in her mind, and now it was as if she had practiced countless times, and it was easy to do it.

A powerful force suddenly erupted from her body, and she shouted: "Curse evil!" ”

Rumble!

A dazzling light flashed, and everyone in front of the screen saw that the screen was white for a moment, and then the black shadow let out a terrible scream, detached from Ye Simei's body, and continued to writhe in mid-air, and then turned into black ash inch by inch, dissipating with the wind.

Quiet.

There was no jumping speech in the live broadcast room.

Ye Simei patted the black ash on her shoulder and said, "If you stain my clothes, I must pay for him." ”

Luo Zhiyu is speechless, is it a matter of losing clothes now?

After a long time, the mortal Chen Fan said: "Before, senior, in the late life, I didn't know Mount Tai, and I dared to ask my predecessor Gao's surname, which sect and which faction did he come from?" ”

Qingcheng Mountain Sword Immortal: "Senior, you, no, you are a female occultist?" Is there really a female occultist in this world? My master said that women are not allowed to practice occult arts. ”

Ye Simei turned to the camera and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, let everyone laugh." It's just a little carving insect skill, not enough to worry about. ”

Everyone: "......"

Do you need to pretend like this?

Yuehua Gongzi: "Where did the anchor find the special effects team?" The effect is good, and the deceived money was spent here. ”

The mortal Chen Fan said unceremoniously: "Bad pen." ”

After finishing speaking, the live broadcast room became red: "Congratulations to the mortal Chen Fanxi for mentioning the blood-stained veil." ”