"I was shocked by the anchor!"

"Sell cuteness and roll for pampering!"

"There's a sick upstairs!"

"Hey, what do you think that monster is real or not!"

"Of course it's false, but now in modern society, atheism is not good. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"The last time I saw the streamer live stream a trip to hell, it was quite real."

"Could it be that these live broadcasts are all real?"

"Liar, I don't believe it."

"Anyway, when will the anchor broadcast hell again, curious"

……

"If you believe it's true, it's true, if you believe it's fake, it's fake, don't care too much about it, everyone just has a good time." Seeing the discussion of fans, Yang Xiaoding, who was sitting on the side to recover his strength, couldn't help but speak.

"Hey, the anchor is quite philosophical!"

"Eighteen bends in the mountain road here!"

"I don't care about anything, I want the last sister's paper!"

"There's a serious lack of love upstairs."

"The only way to solve worries is to get rich."

"Let go of me, I'm going to be here all the time."

"Rub, a bunch of brain-dead."

"Damn, who are you scolding!"

……

Seeing that the ridicule was about to turn into a scolding war, Yang Xiaoding hurriedly said: "Okay, the five levels have been successfully passed, thank you for your help today, although you didn't help much, but the ending is still very peaceful, then this live broadcast is here, thank you for your support, see you next time!" ”

After finishing speaking, Yang Xiaoding gave the Shui Yue Mirror a look, and the Shui Moon Mirror understood, quickly closed the live broadcast room, and cut off the connection between the mirror and the computer.

"Hmph, labor and management have passed all five levels this time, so it's time to send me home!" Yang Xiaoding snorted coldly as he walked outside the house, and asked Shui Yuejing dissatisfiedly.

In his heart, he is still a little unhappy about the trouble caused to him by the Water Moon Mirror, although the fans are very happy to watch it, but his little life is the most important thing, without a small life, everything else is nonsense!

The only thing that satisfies him is the fan tip, and the reward in the last level is rising, it's all snowflakes and silver all over the sky, hehe, this anchor can finally make a lot of money.

Shui Yuejing watched Yang Xiaoding's expression change from anger to happiness and then to pride, and couldn't help but despise him fiercely in his heart, this brain-dead person was nervous again.

Only then did he retract the house on the ground into the mirror, and then separated a ray of white light to envelop Yang Xiaoding, and took him out of the Infernal Hell.

Yang Xiaoding, who returned to his cabin, was happy, he had never missed his big bed so much, and his mental power was almost emptied in that ghost place in the Infernal Hell, and now he just wanted to go into the bedroom and sleep well.

When Yang Xiaoding stretched out his hand to push the door, he noticed that the mud on his hands had dried up, and there was a faint stench, and his face suddenly became unsightly, so he quickly rushed into the bathroom, took off the torn clothes on his body and threw them into the trash, turned on the shower head, and rinsed the dirt on his body.

After washing it three times, Yang Xiaoding still felt that the smell on his body was very strong, and the psychological shadow left by the stench was too great, even if he was clean now, he still felt a little awkward in his heart.

After taking a bath, Yang Xiaoding fell directly on his soft big bed, hugged the quilt that seemed to still have the girl's body fragrance, and fell asleep thinking about his beautiful girl's paper.

I don't know how long I slept, until I was woken up by a rapid phone ringing, Yang Xiaoding sat up from the bed.

I touched the phone and pressed the answer button, and asked in a daze: "Who!" ”

"It's me, Xiao Ding, is it over?" Mo Wenya's gentle voice came.

"Xiaoya, you're done, are you out of class, I'll go find you." Yang Xiaoding, who heard Mo Wenya's voice, immediately sobered up a little.

"Well, my good brother is still lying in the hospital, and my father asked me to go and see it, but I am disgusted in my heart, what should I do?" Mo Wenya asked half-coquettishly and half-angrily.

The stepmother also wanted to let herself take care of her precious son, and it was benevolent enough for her not to curse that soul to die early.

"In this way, don't worry, it seems that you have to solve the mother and son quickly, let's talk about it in detail when we meet! Where are you? ”

"At school."

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll be there shortly."

After finishing speaking, Yang Xiaoding rubbed his eyes, turned over and got out of bed, washed up and changed into new sportswear, and then went out and left.

took a taxi and ran directly to Mo Wenya's school, and soon arrived at the destination, after getting out of the car, Yang Xiaoding saw Mo Wenya standing at the school gate waving at him, and hurriedly sped up and walked over.

"You're here." Mo Wenya pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

"Our little cutie is in a hurry, let's go, brother, please have a big meal!" Yang Xiaoding smiled and stepped forward to take Mo Wenya's hand and walked to the street next to him.

I found a mid-range Sichuan restaurant, the autumn night is a little cool, and the Sichuan food is spicy, and you can warm your body after eating.

I asked for a separate private room, ordered a few signature dishes, and after the waiter left with the menu, there were only two people left in the private room.

Mo Wenya had long been curious about Yang Xiaoding's plan, and now that the two were alone, she couldn't help but ask: "What do you want to do, tell me about it!" ”

"Don't worry, these things can't be explained clearly in one or two sentences, how is Mo Wenqing's situation?" Yang Xiaoding picked up the kettle on the table, poured two glasses of water, and said slowly.

"I went to see it once before, and I couldn't find out what the disease was." Mo Wenya took the water cup and took a sip.

"Xiaoya, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?" Yang Xiaoding looked at Mo Wenya and asked seriously.

"Ghosts? Of course I don't believe it, although I know that you have the title of Hell Anchor on the Internet, but in reality, there is no need to talk about it! It's a question like that. Mo Wenya put on an expression of whether you have a sick brain or not, and returned speechlessly.

"Well, don't talk so much, in fact, there are many things in the world that can't be explained clearly by science, and the reason why you don't believe it is because you haven't seen it with your own eyes."

"It's like you've seen it, so tell me what a ghost looks like!" Mo Wenya asked quips, obviously not taking his words to heart.

"Forget it, I can't explain it to you now, let's wait until the hospital to talk about the specific situation!"

In the absence of evidence, even if he said it like a river, it is estimated that Mo Wenya is only a joke.

"Cut, I said so much nonsense in vain, if you don't give me a thorough understanding first, how will I cooperate with you then!"

This guy is really, he knows how to sell it, and he doesn't mention a word about it, Mo Wenya thought indignantly in her heart.