Ju Mo picked up his mobile phone and opened the ghost live broadcast APP, showing that the newcomer's live broadcast task had been completed.

[Live: The mystery of the last train on Route 609].

[Number of visitors: 3 people]

[Settlement Ghost Coins: 20].

[No new live streams have been released yet.] 】。

Jumo saw that there were 20 more ghost money in the account, which could be exchanged for RMB or things in the store. Looking at the various items on it, she was taken aback. This is beyond the scope of cognition. One of the health pills has a longevity effect that can extend life by one month.

If all of the above really work, then there will be big waves.

Money is not an issue for those wealthy people who are worth billions of dollars, and they are willing to spend a lot of money on elixirs.

"It looks like the water is deeper than I thought.".

For the experiment, she exchanged a ghost coin for yuan. After filling in the bank card account number and confirming the withdrawal, the phone buzzed and received a text message saying that on June 24, your account was credited with 1 billion yuan, and the balance was.

Ju Mo was stunned and speechless for a long time, as if all this was true.

She continued to look down, and there was another feature to invite friends.

"Invite your friends, refer them to become hosts in the ghost room, and both you and your friends will get a big package."

When she saw the recommender in her profile, she was taken aback, her pupils involuntarily retracted, and she stared straight at the recommender.

Her recommender: Ji Huai.

The friend, who had disappeared for two whole years, appeared on her phone as a referrer. She has determined that Ji Huai is the anchor of the ghost live broadcast room, but where is he? Why did it disappear ...

Jumo held his phone tightly, his hands trembling slightly.

At the same time, in an abandoned house.

The dilapidated villa was in disrepair, dilapidated everywhere, and smelled of decay and mold. As the sun sets, shadows loom over the abandoned house, and it looks a little weird.

In a dilapidated room, a woman with heavy makeup hides in a closet, panting and breathing shaky.

Her face was pale, her eyes were wide open, and she looked frightened.

Crunch – A piercing crunch is heard, squeezing people's nerves in the silent room.

The woman with heavy makeup held her breath, turned her face in horror, and watched in horror through the crack in the shutter door as it slowly opened.

The door opened quietly, but no one could be seen walking in. The woman's breathing trembled even more, and she clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, not daring to move.

[Wow,, the anchor is going to scare me to death. 】。

[The experience of dozens of horror films has taught us that those who hide in the closet will never end well. 】。

How this live stream was filmed. We seem to be looking at it from the anchor's point of view. 】

[Upstairs, I agree with you, hiding in the closet 100% stepping on thunder is definitely a character who dies at the beginning. 】。

The woman with heavy makeup couldn't see the live commentary, and she wasn't in the mood to think about anything else. She's scared to death now. The live mission told her to go to the empty house in the suburbs to get the diary of the villa owner. She didn't expect to be trapped inside as soon as she entered the door. He was also hunted down by a man covered in blood with a knife in his hand.

The woman lifted her heart nervously, brought her face closer, and looked through the gap.

The room was quiet, filled with rotting furniture, chairs had fallen to the floor, and the mirror of the dresser had shattered and cracked. She looked around, but didn't see anyone.

Man.

The door was pushed open, why couldn't anyone be seen. Still at the door?

Just when he was about to look back—

A pair of bloodshot eyes collided with her.

"Ahhh The woman screamed in fright, suddenly took a step back, and slammed her back against the closet with a loud bang.

Blood-red eyes stared straight at her, narrowed slightly, the wardrobe was quietly opened, and a gloomy and laughing voice came, "Hee-hee, I found it... ”

The knife was stained with rust, blood was dripping onto the floor, and the thin, black hands reached out to the woman with heavy makeup, trying to pull her hair. "The last one, found ......"

"No, I don't want to. The woman shook her head, tears falling helplessly, and she shrank into the closet as far as she could.

If I had known that it was such a live broadcast, I wouldn't have come even if I gave her 10 million.

She saw the madman stab two other people to death and cut off their arms and legs, and she struggled to escape from the rope to survive, until now.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me......"

The woman begged bitterly, but was eventually dragged out of the closet by her hair.

The knife was raised high, and the madman's eyes widened with a strange smile.

"No, I don't want to." The woman struggled, she didn't want to die yet. She didn't want to die yet. When he was dying, his clothes were in disarray, and a folded amulet fell out of his pocket.

"Hiss" let out a strange scream, and the madman shook her off and stepped back in terror.

The woman curled up on the ground, clutching the amulet tightly, like a life-saving floating grass.

Amulet paper.

By the way, this amulet was given to her by that person, and he said that it would come in handy, but he didn't expect it to really come in handy.

The woman shuddered and opened the amulet paper, the yellowed paper painted with unknown crimson lines.

The madman's eyes widened, staring straight at the amulet, and his eyes were about to pop out. It had a stern look on its face, and rushed over with a knife firmly in its hand, trying to tear the hateful man in front of it to shreds, "Ahh

"I don't want to." The woman was so frightened that she threw the amulet paper out of her hand. The amulet paper fluttered in the air, flew towards the madman, and stuck to his forehead. As soon as it touched it, it suddenly burned out, and the madman jumped and jumped, screaming frantically and in confusion.

The woman was so frightened that she covered her ears and didn't dare to look.

After some time, the shouting stopped, and the madman fell to the ground, lifeless, and the rusty knife fell to the side.

The woman's whole body seemed to be drained of all her strength, and she fell to the ground, sobbing helplessly.

She doesn't want to be an anchor anymore...

This incident left an indelible shadow on her.

She shuddered and pulled out her phone, now there was only one signal left. When she first stepped into the abandoned house, she didn't know if there was a signal jammer and no signal.

She pressed the alarm.

That's great.

Guruguru ...... A small, strange voice came.

Anchor, behind you. Back. 】。

What kind of monster is that. 】。

Ouch my God.

The madman who fell to the ground stood up, his movements strange and stiff. Its body slowly opened and bulged over its dark, dry skin, and they grew larger and larger.

Grunt, grunt...