Pingxi City, a residential building.

A man sat on the ground in horror and stepped back.

"What's that?"

He Wu'an swallowed his saliva desperately, he was against the slowly rotating mechanical knob of the security door, and his face was pale!

If he can't figure it out at this time, then so many years of film and television dramas will be in vain.

Run? Run a P!

Is it faster to warm up and then blebleboto?

At this time, He Wu'an was thinking about his own miserable death.

He was desperate in his heart, knowing that there was no hope of escape, but in his mind, there was a mysterious voice like a bell ringing.

"Perhaps, I can become a legend in the world of live broadcasting......"

"The Internet has a memory!"

"In the new century, the first unlucky guy with a record to follow and was killed by a ghost."

"I'm dead, but my name is alive on the web! Dili is a cemetery, the live broadcast room is a tombstone, and then the whole world can see Lao Tzu's epitaph! ”

He Wu'an let out a terrible scream, and crawled to the bedroom where the live broadcast equipment was placed.

He didn't want to be in the morgue, being pointed out by a few forensic doctors, speculating about the wonderful death of this amazing anchor. He's going to make his last sound! Let tonight's live broadcast be a sensation in the world!

The Last Ghost Story......

I staged it!

The audience in the live broadcast room saw that He Wuan first left the bedroom to open the door, and after a while, he crawled back on all fours.

Tearfully yelling at the camera.

"Family, what the hell am I!"

"There really are ghosts in the world! I saw a red-eyed bead in the cat's eye, and it wanted to come in and kill me! ”

The live barrage was silent for a while.

Then it refreshed like a tidal wave.

“666666！”

"Cow Pi!"

"It's really a good job, Anzi, you should go to Hengdian to develop."

"Mr. An, you are the contemporary Van Goda Vinci, the video is not popular is not a quality problem, maybe you need to die."

Ha Wu'an looked at the gift that was refreshed like flowing water.

The AI voice in the live broadcast room kept thanking the audience for their gifts.

"Thank you for the 444 little flowers sent by soy sauce!"

"Thank you for the 18 confession wreaths sent by the second boss!"

"Thank you Hayato for the 10 Blue Gold Treasure Boxes!"

"Thank you for the 66 of these good eh, starlight lovers, really hot ......

He suddenly had a feeling of admiring his remains, relatives and friends with the gifts, wreaths, lockets, and lovers' stove elements were all alive, and he almost died.

How much do these gifts cost......

He Wuan's brain subconsciously made calculations.

67,88 104 pieces and 5 cents?

The body instinctively folded its hands, bowed and shouted, "Thank you, family—"

In an instant, a chill surged up his neck, making He Wuan suddenly realize that he almost forgot that there was a special audience in the house.

He didn't dare to turn back!

He Wu'an clutched the camera, shaking like chaff, and screamed: "There are really ghosts!" If I lied to someone, I would be found by the ghost right away! Wrong! It's already fucking on the door! ”

"Are there Taoist priests, exorcists, and ghost handlers in the audience in the live broadcast room?"

"Help me, please save me! This is really not the effect of the show! ”

The AI voice said mercilessly.

"Thank you Chef for sending 1 peachwood sword. The anchor loves you! ”

He Wu'an felt the figure behind him, and gradually leaned on his back, the cold and piercing feeling became stronger and stronger, and breathing began to be difficult.

The other side.

Li Xiaoya is also stupid.

She looked at He Wuan's frightened appearance in the live broadcast room, and seemed to realize something.

The weird voice that appeared in the live broadcast room was definitely not her, nor was He Wuan playing a prank, so there was only one possibility left...... Ghosts!

And that ghost is about to kill He Wu'an in front of everyone!

Li Xiaoya shouted in her voice: "Run! ”

She was in a hurry, but there was nothing she could do.

Suddenly.

Li Xiaoya thought again that the voice just now was saying that there were "people" coming in outside, which was a reminder, that is, the two may not be the same existence.

She shouted into the microphone, "Whoever you are, he's got a ghost!" Please, save him! ”

No reply.

Silent as silence.

Li Xiaoya's heart flashed, wait!

If the voice is not a ghost but a person, does that mean that there is also an employee who is responsible for debugging the sound card, just like watching two big injustices, watching her and He Wuan perform a ghost drama here.

"But!" Li Xiaoya shook her head fiercely.

In the live broadcast footage, He Wu'an was about to suffocate, and he clung to the table, as if there was a force under the table that was about to tear him in!

"I'm going to die......" He Wu'an squeezed out a trace of voice from his throat, and his eyes rolled white.

That's when he remembered his dream again.

He wants to become a legend on the Internet of the world!

He wants to leave the world with a mysteries that will puzzle and puzzle the ages!

With the last trace of strength in his life, he opened his mouth and yelled.

"My Hejia guards the country, the eight strange gates, but the reincarnation and reconstruction, the miracle has not been completed, I am in the same vein as you black mountain ghosts, and I am incompatible! My sister Little Meow will avenge me! ”

Li Xiaoya was shocked.

What kind of third-rate film and television script is this!

The ordinary male anchor is secretive, waiting for the male protagonist to learn of your death, and then he will be angry and try to kill the demons?

Why mention me! Madou wouldn't make such a vulgar script!

If it's fake, hitting the ghost is the effect of the show.

This anchor named He Wuan is an immortal genius in the live broadcast industry, and he can be called the successor of Brother Yaoshui.

But if it's true......

He is not a genius, but a demon in the world, a pioneer in the live broadcast industry who entertains the audience with his life and writes dark stories for the general public.

He will usher in a new era.

It is the investigator of the Folklore Bureau, rummaging through the files, so mysterious that there is no result in consulting all the information, with an old man's expression on his mobile phone, incomprehensible, powerful ghost nemesis, eight Qimen, and the heirs of the He family!

Just when He Wu'an himself thought that he was a heroic picture of generosity and righteousness and ignoring evil spirits, in fact, he crossed the river with snot soaked in snot, like a traitor begging for mercy, and was immediately shot by the eighth master......

The live broadcast room is broken!

in the bedroom.

He Wu'an kicked his legs desperately, and the figure draped in black veils was about to pull him into the deep darkness.

Suddenly, the moonlight outside the window suddenly turned scarlet.

The whole room is engulfed in a strange red glow!

He Wu'an was almost deprived of oxygen, squinting his eyes, and in his blurred vision, he vaguely saw out of the window, the clouds and mist rolling, and a mountain emerging from the depths of the clouds.

No, it's not a mountain!

It was a white hand so big that it covered half of the sky!

He Wu'an's eyes opened to the maximum, and his eyeballs reflected the terrifying hand, gradually approaching, as if he wanted to hold the entire community in his palm!

The temperature is at its lowest!

Cold frost is starting to form on the surface of the windows!

His mind paused.

Even the activity of the brain is strangely frozen.

Like falling into an ice cave.

He Wu'an couldn't even hear the screams of fear from the black gauze figure......

When he opened his eyes again dimly, I don't know how long it had been, touched his body.

"Is it a dream?"

Then his pupils shrank and he stared at the floor.

Seeing the nail scratches all over the floor, it seems that something has struggled desperately, and I am terrified to the extreme, but I still can't escape it.

The mind doesn't even dare to think about it!

He Wu'an lit a cigarette tremblingly and muttered to himself.

"What the hell is this......"