Han Jiang looked at the gas stove in his house.

The gas stove was burning with blue flames, and the stainless steel kettle resting on top had been boiling for an unknown amount of time, and the bottom had become magma-like, glowing with a hot red glow.

Han Jiang picked up the handle of the kettle with his left hand, and the plastic kit on the handle had completely melted and deformed, hanging on it, forming a mass of asphalt-like viscous substance.

He tilted the bottom of the pot over and looked at it.

The temperature at the bottom of the pot was so high that it seemed to have just been taken out of the steelmaking furnace, and even if you were a little close to your cheek, you could feel the huge amount of heat radiating from it.

Han Jiang pressed his right hand on the bottom of the pot.

"Woo Woo ......"

The flesh that touched the bottom of the pot quickly rolled up, shrunk, and turned black, and a large amount of smoke erupted from the contact point.

Han Jiang did not let go.

From the palm of the hand to the tip of the fingers, the skin, tissues, fascia, blood vessels, and ligaments become inseparable from each other and carbonize together at high temperatures.

As soon as the blood flowed out, it was roasted dry, and the fat mixed with the muscle was melted into a brown mass by the heat.

Half a minute later, Sen Sen's white bones were already exposed.

Han Jiang didn't have the slightest expression on his face, he just calmly watched his hand being completely destroyed at the bottom of the hot pot before he moved his hand.

He held the blackened stump exposed, joint-baring, up to his eyes and looked closely.

The coke that used to be the right hand is still smoking.

The palm of the hand is completely finished, and there is still some flesh on the back of the hand.

The skin of the wrist below the palm of the hand is still the normal color, but it seems to be coated with a layer of oil and becomes a little shiny.

It was his own fat, baked.

Han Jiang tried to move his fingers, but he couldn't move.

Nerves and ligaments are damaged, which is normal.

He put the kettle back on the gas stove and turned off the gas with his left hand.

With one hand missing, it's really not easy to move.

Han Jiang took the phone from the phone holder held in the doorknob of the refrigerator.

On the screen of the phone is the interface of a live streaming software.

And the picture of the live broadcast is the kitchen where Han Jiang is now.

"Shhh Anchor, don't you hurt? ”

"Let's go to the hospital!"

"This hand is completely useless, isn't it?"

"Why did the anchor broadcast self-harm! It's terrible! ”

"That's right, the anchor is obviously good-looking, why don't you rely on your appearance to eat."

Han Jiang looked at the data in his live broadcast room.

320 points of popularity, not high, this is also normal, after all, I am an anchor who has just started broadcasting, and it is already worth being proud to have 320 points of popularity.

The main reason is that the theme of his live broadcast is very special, and the content is strong enough to attract so many people.

Although only 320 people watched the live broadcast, there were a lot of tips.

"Thank you Brother Shenhai for the 10 planes."

"Thanks to the hypocritical royal court for sending 1 rocket."

"Thank you for the 188 666 sent by the cat in the rain."

"Thank you for the 1 plane sent by Dongfang Dimang."

"Thank you for the 100 fish balls sent by the little puppet."

"Thank you for the 500 fish balls sent by the deceased Sugiga."

…………

"I will use the money for charity, thank you for your support."

After Han Jiang finished speaking, a large barrage floated through the live broadcast room on his mobile phone.

"Male god voice!"

"The anchor's voice is so magnetic, love love!"

"What kind of is it? This man is harming himself! ”

"That's it, don't you want to die for a few hundred dollars?"

"Anyone else tipping? Poison it! ”

Although the popularity of the live broadcast room is not high, there are a lot of barrages, and it is obvious that the audience was frightened by Han Jiang's behavior just now.

But because the content broadcast in this live broadcast room is particularly shocking, there are also many people who watch the excitement to give tips, and the amount of tips is not small.

A rocket costs 500 yuan, an airplane costs 100 yuan, and fish balls are not money but popularity.

Mentally calculated, Han Jiang earned 2,636 yuan at once.

He really can't get this money.

But these tips are very useful for him.

"Don't worry. Please look up and take a look at the name of my live broadcast room. ”

After saying that, Han Jiang put the phone back on the stand and began to deal with the messy kitchen.

The kitchen floor was covered in black chips and stains, and the kettle was probably broken.

can only do things with his left hand, Han Jiang has some hard work.

A large number of barrages floated through the mobile phone screen on the stand.

"That's right, the name of the anchor's live broadcast room is 'Thriller Live Room', which means that you will encounter scary things?"

"Does the scary thing mean burning your own hands? Sick! ”

"The anchor became a disabled person for the sake of live broadcasting, which is too miserable!"

"It's scary, but it can only be broadcast once, right? I don't believe that the next time the anchor will be able to burn his left hand. ”

The audience expressed their dissatisfaction.

However, even if there are many barrages condemning, there are still people rewarding one after another.

Maybe it's because I saw Han Jiang working there with one hand alone, and it was very hard.

Many people rewarded him out of sympathy.

There are also people who leave messages asking the anchor to go to the hospital for treatment.

After tidying up the kitchen, Han Jiang returned to his phone.

"I've seen everyone's barrage, let me explain it."

"Since the anchor dares to open this thriller live broadcast room, he must have a certain amount of confidence."

"For ordinary people, burning their hands is a lifelong disability, and the consequences are particularly serious, so you must not learn. But that's not the case for streamers. Because the anchor has been practiced, he has the orthodox inheritance of Huangting Taoism, and he can use the true yuan to directly repair the body. ”

"The anchor opened this live broadcast room because he wanted to do charity, help everyone donate their tips, help people in need, and accumulate merit. Our Taoist practice relies on merit, and please help me publicize it, so that more people can know about this live broadcast room, so that I can accumulate more merits. ”

In fact, he is just talking nonsense, and the truth naturally cannot be told to these audiences, but effectively fooling the audience will help the live broadcast effect.

As he spoke, Han Jiang glanced at a certain value in his field of vision.

[Points]: 3158

He meditated in his heart:

"System, help me repair my body."

[System]: The host's right hand is detected to be damaged, 200 points will be deducted from the points, and it is being repaired.

Han Jiang held up his mobile phone and held the camera directly at his right hand.

Now, the audience in the live broadcast room is expressing their opinions on the passage just now.

"What the hell are those Shinto words you just said?"

"I see, the anchor is a psychopath."

"Yes, when I hear it, I have a brain disease, no wonder I burn my hands."

"Why do you put your hand in the middle of the screen now, wanting us to see his misery more closely?"

"Ah!!h

"Look at his hands!"

"Moving!!"

"The burned place is growing up!"

I saw that many flesh buds suddenly grew on Han Jiang's originally blackened stump, which continued to spread upward at a speed visible to the naked eye, knocking off the previous carbonized tissues one by one, and climbing up the blackened hand bones.