Fang Yan's life is not long.

In this precious last year, he plans to leave some commemoration for the majority of netizens who do not believe in evil.

At least let them know that the Captain of the Touching Gold is not extinct, the demons and ghosts are not false, and the Yin and Yang ghost magic is real.

In the wee hours of the morning, at midnight, it's quite an exciting time.

Tonight, he downloaded a live broadcast APP in advance, registered an outdoor anchor account, and charged his mobile phone with a 500G traffic refueling package by the way, and then ...... It's time to find yourself a grave.

The live broadcast location is "Ningxi Cemetery", which is a feng shui treasure land highly recommended by roommate Lin Hao, located in the South Third Ring Road of Jinling, and is a cemetery with every inch of land.

"This curse is very evil, you must not be buried casually after you die, you must be buried in a reliable dragon's den."

This sentence comes from the advice of Lin Hao's father, a four-grade feng shui master.

……

"Captain Touching Gold Breaks into the Cemetery at Night!!" ――Fang Yan finalized the name of the live broadcast room, thinking that it was very attractive.

In fact, there are very few visions in the cemeteries of the metropolis, but since I was infected with the curse of that evil gate, I can easily encounter unclean things when I go out at night without bringing one or two things to ward off evil spirits.

For the sake of safety, Fang Yan still used the evil spirit key to find an entrance.

He followed the instructions of the spoon handle to sneak into the cemetery, looked around casually, and made sure that there was no grave keeper in the middle of the night, so he unhurriedly took out his mobile phone, strapped a selfie stick, and adjusted the camera angle by the faint light of the distant street lamp.

"Ahem! Cough! It's on, it's on! ”

Fang Yan cleared his throat and opened the "barrage assistant", but there were few viewers in the live broadcast room, and the barrage was even more zero.

After waiting for five minutes, there were still only a dozen people.

He hesitated for a moment, and seriously changed the title of the room to "Orthodox Touching Gold Fan", not planning to tell netizens the real purpose of coming here, because no one would believe it.

After another minute of waiting, no one came in. It's been quiet here, and the live broadcast room is even quieter, but it's the evil spirit key in his arms that inexplicably takes the lead in agitation.

In fact, it is normal to have no audience, during this time period, people are used to lying in bed and playing with their mobile phones, and the mainstream crowd likes to watch live games, ball games, and beautiful anchors scratching their heads...... Who would be bored enough to watch an unknown little streamer?

"Is the title not catchy enough? Forget it, then let it go! ”

The little thing in his arms was still making a fuss violently, Fang Yan felt bad, so he simply gritted his teeth and changed the name of the room to a short four words - "live ghost hunting".

Call~!

The confirmation button had just been pressed, and it immediately attracted a gust of wind, and the small spoon in Fang Yan's jacket pocket trembled, and the handle of the spoon pointed erratically in one direction.

He subconsciously looked over, but unfortunately the light in the distance was too dim to see anything clearly.

"I really cried stupidly because of you, obviously you picked a clean place yourself, and now you refuse to stop?"

Fang Yan sighed secretly, and was thinking about whether to close the live broadcast, but he didn't think that as soon as he finished changing the name of the room, 103 curious babies had already broken in in just a few tens of seconds.

When registering the room, he deliberately picked the category of "ghosts and ghosts". There are not many supernatural anchors on Star TV, but there are quite a lot of viewers, but more and more people find that the so-called "supernatural events" of the anchors are all fools.

Outdoor "soul exploration", classic "psychic games", eating "dead man's meal", recruiting "Bloody Mary", making "supernatural calls", ...... All kinds of eye-catching live broadcast content were confirmed by netizens in the end - all fake!

And Fang Yan's play was even more excessive, and he actually shouted "live ghost hunting" shamelessly.

Isn't this looking for a squirt?

The barrage assistant in the lower right corner of the screen quickly sorted out the first wave of barrage in his life:

[Catch your sister! [Another liar! 】

[The liar dies the whole family! Newcomers know how to attract popularity by this means? 】

[Anchor: Do you want to jump on the grave? ] 】

[The boss brought me a bowl of corpse oil noodles]

【I want bibimbap】 【Bibimbap】【I want bibimbap】

[Hearse Drift] [Hearse Drift] ......

What is a ghost? Can I eat it? 】

[The anchor wears a sportswear and runs to hunt ghosts? Can you dress professionally? [Yes, what about the minimum robe? 】

[Ghost hunting? Hehe, in Xiamao Mountain Lin Zhengying, what do you call the Taoist friends in front? 】

……

Fang Yan didn't have the kung fu to pay attention to the cynicism of the barrage, and his mind was all on the nearby tombstone.

Most of the tombs here are very ordinary, the arrangement is very particular, and the monuments are intact, there is no sign of corpse transformation, but the atmosphere is a little too depressing, after all, it is not a good day at midnight.

"What the hell is it this time. If you can't choose a grave one day, how can you choose today? ”

The evil spirit ward off key in Fang Yan's arms was still trembling vigorously, and he shuddered and held his breath, preparing to deal with the "dirty things" that might jump out at any time.

There was no movement around him, but there were more and more barrages, most of them questioning the title of this room, and some warm-hearted viewers booed and asked for warmth, and some even gave some worthless virtual gifts.

[Are young people short of money?] What kind of place to go live streaming? 】

[Don't stay in a place where the yin qi is too heavy for too long, the anchor should go back and rest quickly. 】

[Distressed anchor]

Gift: "Evil Man" presents the anchor: a "big health care".

Gift: "Worm Floating" presents the anchor: a "talisman".

……

[Has the anchor already invited the actors, and the 'ghost' will appear later? ] 】

[Who can play "gluttony", I recognize him as his father on the spot! ] 】

[Before my roommate died, I wanted to see what the ghost looked like. 】

[Hee-hee, let's have a female ghost and push the anchor down.] 】

[Trouble Diao big brother tell me, what brand of mobile phone does the anchor use? ] 】

……

Fang Yan glanced at the screen casually and found that there were really a lot of barrages.

"This little spoon is sensitive to evil things. Look at it, it's shaking. ”

Fang Yan spread out his palm, put the evil spirit key in the palm of his hand, and handed it to the camera.

The light was dim, and the audience could barely see what it looked like in front of the screen, it was an old gray-white spoon, a bit like silverware, a bit like a human bone, and it was difficult for the layman to tell what it was made of, except that it had never been cleaned, and the surface was covered in dust and dirt.

Nobody cares what it looks like, people only care about what it does.

And this little guy has a big problem tonight, seeing that there are more onlookers, he actually became shy and lay motionless in Fang Yan's hands.

"You know stage fright with a spoon?" Fang Yan was made to cry and laugh, and was just about to blow a wave with the strength of this spoon, but he was slapped in the face by his own people.

[What about the shaking that is good? 】

[Anchor: You shake the camera, and it shakes.] 】

……

[I've seen this spoon, and it's three dollars a piece at a roadside stall.] 】

[If this spoon can be moved, I will broadcast the chrysanthemum with sulfuric acid. 【23333 Laughing Spray】

[If this spoon will shake, the old man will broadcast the five-speed electric fan on the live broadcast day! ] 】

……

[666, the barrage is really better than the live broadcast. 】

[I've watched this episode, and the anchor's palm secretly squeezed it, making the spoon tremble. 】

[The main play a BGM: "The Most Dazzling National Style", to ensure that it moves immediately.] 】

[If this spoon can move, I will cut diao live, and I will do what I say. 】

……

There are all kinds of taunts and flags on the barrage, and most of them are in a funny mentality.

There are also people who deliberately bring rhythm and enliven the atmosphere. It is in response to the sentence "barrage is always better than live broadcast".

Fang Yan didn't make any arguments, the barrage was really funny, but he was in no mood to laugh.

The number of people in the live broadcast room continued to rise, soaring to 468 people in the blink of an eye, which made him more and more uneasy, "I'm afraid there will be more than 500 people tonight who can't sleep all night." ”

The barrage rolled up like a tidal wave, until at one point, it suddenly stopped.

Because, the spoon - moved!

As Fang Yan said, it really shakes!

The point is that it's not just jitter, it spins in circles.

Everyone clearly saw that Fang Yan's right hand remained absolutely still, while the slightly curved short handle rotated counterclockwise in shaking, like Si Nan in ancient times, the spoon handle was fluctuating in a certain range, tangled for more than ten seconds, and finally fixed a direction.

It was Fang Yan's two o'clock direction.

There was a dead silence in the barrage, and no one interjected. All the viewers stared at the phone screen in amazement, how could there be time to type?

Occasionally, one or two barrages floated by, and it was only a brief "? "And"! ”。

"Calm down, everyone calm down. Small scenes, small scenes. ”

Fang Yan took a deep breath, waved his hand calmly, and took out a flashlight from his backpack.

Anyway, he is also an orthodox heir to touch gold: a new sect closed disciple of the thirty-sixth generation of Xunlongmen, and he is also the designated successor of the ancient dragon coins and evil keys, and a small scene like Ningxi Cemetery will not be able to hold?

"I want to see who the wicked are?"

Saying "small scene" in his mouth, but extremely cautious in his heart, Fang Yan slowly walked forward with a selfie stick, and after a few steps, he ushered in a creepy cry.

If you listen carefully, it looks like a woman's voice, crying in the corner of the tomb.

The crying was very weak, but the emotions were out of control, and Fang Yan vaguely heard a faint longing.

He picked up his flashlight and pointed it at the source of the sound, and the camera of his mobile phone also took pictures in that direction.

The blinding lights showed no sign of interrupting the crying, which was voiced by a young woman in a black sleeveless dress, half-crouched in front of a tombstone, sideways to the camera.

The light was too bright, but she couldn't see her face clearly, and the audience in front of the screen only saw that her chin was very pointed, her lips looked particularly red under the strong light of the flashlight, and her side face was properly covered by a shawl long hair.

It wasn't until the wind blew that the hair on her cheeks rose slightly, and her sad eyes loomed.

Her sleeveless dress was spotless, and her bare arms rested on a portrait of a tombstone.

This subtle gesture attracted everyone's attention more than her cry - she was picking at the portrait!

There was no inscription on the tombstone, not a word, only a portrait of a middle-aged man.

And she obviously didn't even want to let go of the only image on the tombstone of the deceased!

"How so?"

Fang Yan's lips moved, he saw a familiar mark, and suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

And the barrage at this time can only be described in four words - an instant explosion!

The "yo-yo" that covered the place flooded the entire screen like a tide, and it lasted for five seconds before I could barely see the follow-up comment:

【66666666】【66666666666666666】

【666666】【666】【6666666】……

【666】【6】

[I'm scared to death! 】

……

[It's fun! 】

【66666】【233333】

[Tell my brother out loud, how many iPhones does my brother use?] 】

【66666】【666】【66666】……

[Yes, this wave can! 】

【66666666】【Female ghost? 】

[Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I have a barrage protector]

[Eye Protection], [Eye Protection]

[Eye protection! 】

……

[This wave of my service! ] 】

[The big brother who just said 'female ghost', you stop.] 】

[I heard that someone wants a five-speed electric fan a day? 】

[There are really female ghosts! 】

[Anchor, how to sell spoons? ] 】

[Brother who just paid three yuan a handful, please help me bring ten. 】

[I have paid attention, I hope the anchor can survive tonight.] 】

……

[Mom, I'm scared to death baby! 】【Female Ghost Female Ghost Female Ghost Female Ghost】

[Barrage Protector, Barrage Protector, Barrage Protector!] 【Demon Retreat】

[I...... Zhao Ritian...... Served! 】

……

The barrage had completely exploded, but Fang Yan turned a blind eye, all he cared about was the looming four-leaf clover.

When the cold wind lifted the hair on her shoulders, revealing her delicate snow neck, the scarlet "tattoo" quietly bloomed.

It was a button-sized blood-colored four-leaf clover, with three dark red leaves, and the rest was pale pink.

To Fang Yan, this mark is so familiar, it is simply his nightmare in the past year!

He gasped, "What...... Do you have that too? ”