This is all very common thing.

You must know that the feng shui master has been divided into two factions since ancient times: north and south.

Although there is no specific difference between factions, the southern faction is particularly convinced of ghosts and gods, and most of them are reluctant to do feng shui renovation for the murderous house.

They believe that once they do this kind of transformation, they will inevitably be haunted by the resentment in it.

Feng Shui transformation itself is to consume one's own luck and change the luck of others.

Magnetic fields, yin and yang, are all places that must be moved, and they are in the first place.

If you are not careful, it is easy to provoke unclean things.

It's just that so many years have passed in this murderous mansion, even if there is no more ghosts, I am afraid that it will be purified into air by heaven and earth.

I'm not worried.

"It's okay, let's go out when it's arranged."

I waved my hand so that Zong Qiqi didn't have to be so nervous.

The next time, we were quick to put the cameras in the rest of the bedroom, and then it was dark.

The trouble is, this villa is out of power.

Zong Qiqi called the property and inquired about it, and learned that it was in disrepair, the line had long been aging, and the maintenance workers were unwilling to deal with it.

It really left a mess.

We had no choice but to order takeout and buy a bunch of candles to light up the whole living room.

In addition, I also bought a few large portions of bullfrogs, grilled fish, barbecue and other foods that can only be seen at supper stalls.

Add it up, nearly seven or eight hundred.

I looked at the table full of steaming food and scratched my head.

"Hey, classmate Yang, why don't I be in the live broadcast room tonight and challenge a murderous house to eat and broadcast?" Zong Qiqi had a whim, and said happily: "In this way, my popularity will definitely rise quickly!" ”

Before I could speak, she immediately opened the live broadcast room in front of me.

Time, exactly seven o'clock in the evening.

I hesitated, didn't block my face, just tried to adjust the angle to reduce the probability of appearing on camera.

I'm not afraid to show my face, Sister Bai gave me the easy look is still there, I'm not worried that someone will recognize me.

But to be on the safe side, it's better to be careful.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's live ...... adventure"

"I am a Lingda school flower with a sweet voice and beautiful appearance, and it doesn't smell like, Zong Qiqi."

"The content of this live broadcast, I believe you have already heard of it, I will be a murderer of the house, in a murderous house where seven people have died, and spend tonight with you......"

"Please follow my camera and hold your breath."

"Don't be afraid."

After saying the words as always, Zong Qiqi began to interact with the barrage, which was a warm-up session, and I didn't participate.

After a while, she began to eat in front of the screen.

He also dragged me to eat with me.

I was a little resistant, but the chick pulled me hard, and I had to sit in front of the camera.

No surprises.

What awaited me was a series of question marks, questions.

Many viewers who claimed to be die-hard fans of Zong Qiqi shouted that they wanted to take it down.

Zong Qiqi hurriedly explained, saying that I was not her boyfriend, but just a classmate who was in class together, and I specially brought it over to broadcast live together, otherwise she wouldn't dare alone.

Audience, this is the only way to believe.

The heat continues to rise.

I propose that Zong Qiqi change the title.

But she told me that now was not the time.

waited for the union behind her to start brushing gifts and creating heat.

She changed the title again.

In this way, her popularity will reach unprecedented numbers.

I asked a little more, is there a union behind her?

She avoided talking about it, saying that there was a non-disclosure agreement.

It was broadcast for nearly three hours or so.

Finally.

The first heat is coming.

Some accounts that seemed to be low-level trumpets gave Zong Qiqi nearly 500,000 gifts, making her popularity soar to 300,000.

She immediately changed the title.

"Sexy school flower, live broadcast of the murderous house to try to sleep, don't miss it when you pass by."

I have to say.

She has a talent for being an anchor.

And my little prince in stockings, there is a comparison.

As there were more and more people, Zong Qiqi became more and more happy, and he didn't care about the face of the eldest lady, so he showed off the food unscrupulously.

That's when I understood.

Maybe.

This is her truest side.

In Zhenbao Zhai, she had to face the pressure brought by the Zong family, had to fight with her former relatives to gain recognition, and had to maintain the majesty of the eldest lady.

Now she.

More like a little girl.

Express yourself without worry.

It can only be said.

Everyone has a different mission.

If my parents were still alive, if I weren't a descendant of the National Teacher's Office, maybe I would be living a carefree life in college now.

But I.

No regrets.

All things are born to support people, and people have nothing to repay the sky.

Even if I was born at the bottom of society, I would not feel how tragic my fate was.

Since God has brought me into this society, it will inevitably give me the ability to fight against fate.

This is also a great principle that my father has always taught me.

Everyone, there is a way to go.

Whether it is suitable or not, whether it can go.

Does it matter?

Unimportant.

Go, that is.

Seeing that the interaction was almost over, Zong Qiqi gave me a hint and asked me to start today's live broadcast content.

"According to the requirements of the big brother, we need to do the following five things."

Zong Qiqi took out another mobile phone and recited it word by word according to the record on it: "First, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, go to each bathroom and comb your hair in the mirror for ten minutes each time. ”

"When you're combing, you keep asking, 'Who am I?'"

With that, she paused.

A look of confusion.

"Why ask 'Who am I?'"

screen.

Bang Yi suddenly flashed out and gave an answer: "Since you want to prove that this is not a murderous house, of course you have to do something unbelievable to prove it to everyone." ”

"Anchor, don't you dare?"

Zong Qiqi smiled and said, "Big brother on the list, you are right. ”

Then, she looked at me.

"Look at what I'm doing, my hair is very short and I can't comb it." I replied to her.

"I ......" Zong Qiqi took a deep breath, his face stiffened, and said, "Then dear classmate Yang, can you accompany me and help me hold the equipment by the way?" ”

"Okay."

I nodded, and I saw her pull a comb out of her bag and hand me the streaming equipment for me to follow.

The camera is aimed at her back.

Comb your hair in the mirror and ask "Who am I"?

This practice.

I met it back in the '00s.

It was in a stall magazine called "Story Club".

Then.

I've just learned to read.

Very interested in the story told on it.

Among them, there is an essay about a forum bar owner who suspects that he has Alzheimer's disease, and in order to sober himself, he will ask "who am I" in the mirror every day when he gets up.