Lu Heng deliberately imitated the singing style of the beautiful aunt in the previous life "The Old Corpse of the Mountain Village".

This strange singing voice, combined with the gloomy and dark environment around it, is really chilling.

"it!"

"Senior brother, where did you learn this?"

"I'm so scared that I'm shivering!"

"Look at it, goosebumps are standing up!"

Yang Qingshu said as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing goosebumps that had risen from him.

"yes, that's scary!"

Song Qing, who was not far away, was also frightened.

She just wanted to come up to Yang Qingshu and show up in Yang Qingshu's live broadcast room.

As a result, before the plan was implemented, Lu Heng was scared.

Although she doesn't believe in any supernatural ghosts, it's too mad to stop this song!

At the same time, the sailors in Yang Qingshu's live broadcast room are also frantically posting barrages.

"What kind of song is this Nima singing? How does it make me feel cold? ”

"Damn, I'm the same as Commander Yang, and I'm getting goosebumps!"

"Scared the hell out of me! I was about to pick up takeout, but it was pitch black in the hallway, and I didn't dare to go out! ”

"Demons, monsters, get out of here...... Demons and monsters get out of ......."

"My brother is really a live broadcast ghost!"

"This half song has made Commander Yang's popularity rise again."

"How can my brother's singing be like a resentful woman? Don't let the ghost get on you, right? ”

"Could it be that there are really ghosts in Lijia Village?"

"Of course there are ghosts! Commander Yang is a well-known pervert! ”

"The lyrics are a bit wrong, but listening to the tune, it's very similar to "Selling Meat and Raising Orphans" sung by Cantonese opera master Zhang Xueying!"

"It's indeed "Selling Meat to Raise Orphans", but I should have misremembered the lyrics, right?"

"Convinced! The famous singing segment was sung so terrifyingly by the little brother......"

After resting for a while, Zhao Jinde waved everyone down the mountain and continued to Lijia Village.

It's much easier to go down than up.

In less than an hour, a group of five people had already reached the foot of the mountain.

The destination of this trip, Lijia Village, is just 300 meters away.

"Don't say it, this dark and silent deserted village really has a bit of taste!"

Yang Qingshu squinted his eyes and knocked on it, and said excitedly.

"Indeed!"

Zhao Jinde nodded approvingly.

This time the live broadcast has not ended, and the number of his fans has exceeded 300,000.

Next, if there is any good program effect, it seems that it will not be a problem to rush to 500,000.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Jinde took a deep breath and beckoned everyone into the village.

The five of them walked into the village one after another, observing their surroundings as they walked.

Zhao Jinde frowned.

To tell the truth, he observed for a long time, but as a result, there was no difference between this Lijia Village and other deserted villages at all.

The same weeds, the same desolation and ruin, the same silence.

The only difference may be that Lijia Village's name is even more famous.

At this time, the audience in his live broadcast room expressed dissatisfaction.

"That's it? That's it? ”

"I was looking forward to it, but I didn't expect it to be an ordinary deserted village again!"

"The legendary ghost village, but that's it!"

"Nonsense, are you still expecting hell? Where are so many ghosts to show you? ”

"The anchor will change careers in the future!"

"The gimmick is quite fierce, but it's actually really pulling the crotch!"

"Brothers, don't worry, the anchor will give you some work later!"

"Is there a ghost pretending to appear? This has become a routine for outdoor adventure anchors. ”

Looking at the comments of the audience in the live broadcast room, Zhao Jinde couldn't help but be a little anxious.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain, a dark wind suddenly blew.

This gust of wind blew him with inexplicable chills.

I don't know what came with the wind and blew directly into his face.

Zhao Jinde subconsciously wiped his face, and then the whole person was stunned in place in an instant as if he had been hit by a fixation spell.

"What's wrong, Brother Zhao?"

Song Qing turned her head to look at Zhao Jinde, who was stunned and motionless, and asked curiously.

"Paper ...... Paper ......"

Zhao Jinde said in a trembling voice.

The other four looked at each other and hurriedly stepped forward to check.

Under the illumination of the strong flashlight, I saw that Zhao Jinde's face was pale, and a gray mark was smeared on his cheek.

On his left hand, there were several small pieces of gray substance.

The little horse pinched it forward, frowned, and said, "It seems to be paper ash!" ”

At the same time, suddenly another gust of wind hung up.

Lu Heng casually fished it in the air, and when he opened his palm, it was a piece of paper ash that had been burned through.

After he glanced at it, he said in a deep voice: "It's not just paper ashes, but also paper ashes made from paper money!" ”

"Paper money?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Yang Qingshu and the four of them immediately changed.

The audience and fans in the four-person live broadcast room were also interested at this time.

"! It's paper dust! ”

"Isn't there no one in this Lijia Village? Where did the paper dust come from? ”

"Could it be that someone outside the mountain burned paper and was blown in by the wind?"

"Impossible, right? Qingming Mountain is so big and the vegetation is lush, it is impossible for paper ash to blow in, right? ”

"No more! I already feel some tingling on my scalp! ”

"I, Nima, is there really a ghost in this world?"

"! Buddha and Taoist ancestors bless and bless! ”

"Mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast, and my legs were so scared!"

"There are no ghosts in this world, you have to believe in science! Believe in science! Made, where is the Buddha statue of Lao Tzu? ”

"Hahaha! I'm laughing to death, is this the anchor alive? ”

"You guys are still too tender, this must be such a play that these anchors let people burn paper in the village in advance, and then act!"

"It doesn't feel like it! If it's really acting, this kind of acting is just killing little fresh meat in seconds! ”

"No one deserted village, the wind gusts, the burned paper money is swept up by the wind, and the sky is scattered ......"

At this moment, a woman's laughter suddenly sounded in my ears! Suddenly, looking back, a woman in a red dress was leaning against the door and laughing......"

"Woman in red dress: Brother, a full set of eight hundred, two thousand for the night!"

“6！ You're going to play a twist! ”

"Get out of the way! Just a female ghost, dare to be scary, look at the old man's demon pestle......"

As the yin wind blew, more and more paper money ashes were blown in front of the five people.

After a while, there was even a layer of paper ash on the ground.

The scene in front of him made Zhao Jinde a little dumbfounded.

This...... This......

Could it be that there are really ghosts in Lijia Village?

After this thought came to him, Zhao Jinde couldn't help but gasp.

How can this be?

At this time, he was a little hesitant in his heart.

If he really photographed a ghost, then he will definitely be popular all over the country!

Money, fame, or resources are all not a problem.

But if that's the case, will he be able to live?

It's not like someone else sleeps with his wife, spends his money, and beats his son......

What the future holds seems to lie in the choices in front of you!

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Jinde already had another answer in his heart.

Give it a go, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle......

(End of chapter)