"Legend, it's just a legend, the legend is that you peel an apple in the mirror at twelve o'clock at midnight, and if you accidentally peel it, you can see a ghost, and today the anchor will show you a midnight peeling apple!"

Approaching midnight, the most deadly ghost exploration live broadcast room on the whole network opened again, Mr. Burlett Wall, who is 1.95 meters tall, has a strong physique, and has an iron-blooded tough guy painting style is sitting in front of the mirror, talking to himself about what sounds like a very deathly plan, while lighting a white candle, so that the two dim fires will shine in the mirror more gloomy.

[Anchor, don't die! 】

[Yes, we won't fight with you, don't do this kind of work! ] 】

[Ghosts really exist, why don't you understand? 】

……

The barrage in the live broadcast room was noisy, but Feng Xue was sitting on a soft stool, holding a slightly bent knife, and began to peel apples, saying while cutting:

"In order to avoid deliberately cutting the apples, and to increase the probability of accidentally cutting them, I will limit the width of the apple peel to three millimeters, which can not only increase the difficulty of peeling the apple, but also show the skill of my martial arts anchor."

As Feng Xue spoke, the knife had already begun to slash across the apple, and the thin and narrow apple peel turned into wisps of separation from the apple, and after a few minutes, many viewers had even forgotten that this was a ghost live broadcast, and their attention was completely focused on the apple peel that seemed to be about to break at any time.

But it was at this moment that the bell at twelve o'clock suddenly rang, and Feng Xue, who was telling a ghost story with a little color, and was looking down and peeling, did not notice "at all" that in front of him, in the mirror illuminated by candlelight, an arm was slowly leaning out.

[, anchor, look up, mirror!] Mirror! 】

[What's the situation, the apple skin hasn't broken yet, and the ghost has come out?! 】

[I'm going to bump into it!] It's going to be bumped into! 】

……

However, all these reminders did not seem to affect Feng Xue, who was concentrating on peeling, and the audience could only watch the hand stretched out from the mirror slowly approach Feng Xue's head.

At this moment, a wisp of yin wind blew, and even the apple peel in Feng Xue's hand shook slightly, Feng Xue struck a sudden shock as if she was in a stress reaction, and the apple peel broke off in response.

Not only the apple skin, but the knife accidentally cut his fingers, and as a drop of blood fell on the table and the apple, Feng Xue immediately dropped the bloodstained knife in pain, got up and turned around in one go, and the hand that was already about to touch Feng Xue immediately pounced.

Not only that, the ghost hand that suddenly waved down happened to slap on the blood that Feng Xue had dropped on the table, and then it suddenly retracted into the mirror as if it were electrocuted.

"Hiss - is there something wrong with this air conditioner, I suddenly feel a little cold......" Feng Xue found the hemostatic spray and sprayed it wildly on the injured finger, but her mouth kept complaining about the unreliability of the electrical appliances, but at this time, the audience in the live broadcast room was powerless to complain, and they were all rummaging for slices, trying to find evidence to make the anchor believe that there was a ghost.

However, all of them failed, and no evidence of the ghost hand was recorded, whether it was recorded or filmed.

Of course, they couldn't stay, because that ghost hand was actually a white ghost hand manipulated by an invisible Gu poison body.

As for the mirror...... It is not a mirror at all, but a layer of "demonic energy", to be precise, it is the demonic energy controlled by the method of "Demon Suppression and Evil Suppression" in the Xuanjun Secret Sutra.

Using the assimilation and mimicry functions of demonic energy, he simulated a texture similar to a mirror, and he was indeed very attentive before, but he was not concentrating on peeling apples, but concentrating on constructing the "picture" in the mirror with tacit understanding, in order to match the movements of the ghost hand.

In short, it's a double reed.

Feng Xue, who had been busy for a while and bandaged her hands, returned to the "mirror", and touched the mirror that actually had no actual touch like a pantomime, and said with an expression that I knew:

"Now you should believe that there are no ghosts in this world, right?"

[That's right, we already deeply believe that there are ghosts in this world!] 】

[I'm more curious now, the ghost just now seems to have been injured by the anchor's blood.] 】

[Legend has it that ghosts are afraid of black dog blood, is the anchor a dog demon? ] 】

[The dog demon is too much! 】

……

"Hey, language c, please play in the language c group, play tricks on the anchor like this, the anchor will be angry too!" Feng Xue pretended to be angry and crossed her waist and warned with a serious expression, while the audience kept tapping the barrage of "Why don't you believe in ghosts" on the screen.

Seeing this, Feng Xue rolled her eyes and said:

"Ghosts? I've been known for not being afraid of ghosts since I was a child! Earn some pocket money by making bets with people often. But guess what?

"When I was ten years old, the next door neighbor's family died overnight, everyone said that there was an evil ghost asking for life, I bet with someone to live in the murderous house for seven days, there was no hair, I only knew after the fact, and I bet that the person behind the person is a real estate agent, fooling me to live in order to wash the name of the murderous house!

"When I was thirteen years old, I made a bet with someone to go to the morgue of the hospital that was said to be haunted for a month, and I didn't see a single ghost hair, and then I learned that the grandson who made the bet with me talked to someone about a part-time job in the morgue, and the salary was much higher than the gambling money!

"When I was sixteen years old, I heard that there were female ghosts in the field who sucked more than a dozen strong men, I worked in that factory for half a year, and I didn't see any female ghosts come to the door, and I didn't even do a spring forest night! Later, I figured out that it was purely to fool me into working at the basic salary!

"I'm here to warn you, don't really believe any hell or demon, that thing is probably there to make you pay for it.

"For example, if there is a haunted place in one place, it is a haunted house, and housing prices are going to fall, right?

"Investors buy it, hire a so-called ghost hunting master, do it casually, and then claim how much money they spent to hunt ghosts, and now it's not a ghost house, and the house price will rise again, right?

"How much do you think you can earn from that?

"Not to mention what kind of rosary beads to ward off evil spirits, idols, a few credits can wholesale a cart of things, as long as you package a master and make a consecration ceremony, you can sell it thousands of times in no time! Isn't that thing faster than cultivating idols to bring in money?

"So, what the hell is there in this world! It's all supernatural in the mouth, but it's all business in the heart! Business, you know?! ”

[, I feel like I've been convinced......]

[Be sensible! Think of that hand! 】

[Why, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have almost believed it!] 】

[What, is there a possibility that those places are actually really haunted, but the anchor is hard-hitting? 】

[It's really possible for you to say that! 】

[So I'm curious about where the haunted factory is? I don't mean anything else, I just want to do odd jobs to earn pocket money......]

……

Watching the barrage run away more and more, Feng Xue forcibly restrained the urge to raise the corners of her mouth, because at this moment, there was another label on him-

[Life hard]!