After speaking, Guo Guo Mei raised her mobile phone and took a picture of the situation in her home with the rear camera.

Sang Luo originally wanted to look for it seriously, but he didn't expect that as soon as Guo Guo Mei flipped the camera, an elderly ghost in his seventies and eighties appeared in the center of the screen, facing Guo Guo Mei head-on.

The pot girl continued to shoot around the room with her mobile phone.

Gradually, more ghosts appeared on the screen, and if you counted them carefully, there were about fifty or sixty.

On the left and right sides of the pot girl, there are five or six seven or eight-year-old imps standing against her body.

How can there be so many ghosts in the pot girl's house?

[What? Pot girl, did you hit a ghost? No wonder I haven't updated the video during this time.]

【Guoguo, didn't you just move into a new house?】 New houses also have ghosts? 】

[Maybe this building was built on a mass grave, or a construction worker died inside]

[I feel that the state of the pot is not quite right today! The face is sallow, and the dark circles under the eyes are also heavy, it turns out that it is a ghost]

[Guoguo, what strange thing have you encountered? Tell us about it.]

"I always had a feeling that there were ghosts in this house, and there was more than one. Every night when I lay in bed, I could hear all kinds of noises in the kitchen, as well as in the living room.

Moreover, the kitchen faucet always turned on inexplicably, I turned it off, and after a while it turned on again.

I always feel that when I sleep, someone pats me on the back again, which is very crazy! ”

[Maybe it's too much pressure and auditory hallucinations, I always feel all kinds of crackling sounds in the house at night, but my husband didn't hear it, he said that I was too stressed! 】

[The faucet may be a broken pipe?] I feel that the possibility of the new house being haunted is relatively small.

[Just listening to your descriptions, I also feel that I am stressed and hallucinating]

The pot girl waved her hand, "No! I'm really hit the hell! I slept in bed last night and felt someone pat me on the back again, and I turned around.

I saw a ghost hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring at me eerily with silver turnover. His hands and feet were deformed, twisted and twisted, and it was particularly terrifying.

Then I sat up in fright, turned on the light, and I couldn't see the ghost.

I swear I'm not lying, I've seen it with my own eyes!

I'm going to die of worry right now, I can't sleep well every night. I haven't made a good video for a whole month. ”

[Ahhhh It's terrifying! Now it's dark, and I'm shivering alone under the covers.]

[This house is too scary, isn't it? Let's move out! 】

[The death that Guo Guo said looks like a ghost jumping off a building, maybe someone really jumped off a building before in this house! ] 】

【Let's move, pot pot!】 If you don't rest like this for a long time, your body will definitely be tired.]

After seeing the barrage posted by netizens in the live broadcast room, the pot girl looked a little entangled: "You know that my family is very poor, I grew up in the mountains, and after graduating from college, I worked for several years and didn't find a good job, but I still owe a lot of credit cards."

Later, I made a little money by being a food blogger and bought this house.

I'm wandering alone in a big city, helpless, and finally have a home of my own, how can I be willing to move away easily? ”

[It's important to save your life! 】

[I think I can sell this house]

Guo Guo shook his head, "I don't have much money, you also know the housing prices in Binhai City, 100,000 yuan per square meter, too expensive!" The house I bought is in the suburbs, the location is not good, and the subway is not working, so this house is difficult to sell.

Also, I don't think there are many people in our community, and the owners are very cold and don't like to talk to people.

My mother happily came to live in my house from the countryside a few days ago, and she went downstairs for a walk after dinner, hoping to communicate with other aunts and meet some new friends.

As a result, few people were not visible at all.

Occasionally, I met other owners, she wanted to chat, but people didn't pay attention to her at all, and left with a black face, my mother felt bored to live here, and went back to the countryside after two days of playing.

Other communities are brightly lit at night, but our community doesn't even have people who turn on the lights at night!

In such a remote community, there may really be no one to buy it, and only people like me who like to be quiet will buy it. ”

[I didn't eat or drink in a 100,000-square-meter house and worked for six years to buy a 3-square-meter toilet]

[Is this a big city?] 】

[Big cities are like this, the human touch is not strong! I don't feel comfortable living in a small city.]

[I don't think that's normal, right? Even if the human touch is insufficient, it won't be that there is not even a person in the community who turns on the lights when it gets dark.

[I have a bad guess that the community where the pot lives should not live in this community are ghosts]

[This community may be built on a mass grave, and all those ghosts will come out at night. 】

The pot girl was frightened by the words of netizens in the live broadcast room, she looked at the surrounding environment very cautiously, and was a little depressed.

Somehow, she always felt like there was a ghost standing in front of her.

"Don't make up stories to scare me! I was really scared to live alone! The pot girl shook her head and refused to allow netizens to continue to use their imagination to scare her.

Then, she cast a pleading glance at Sang Luo.

"Master, do you see clearly? Is there a ghost in my house? ”

Suddenly, the pot girl felt a sore arm.

She hammered her upper arm with her hand, "I've been cooking noodles all day these days, and my arm muscles are too sore, so I have to find a time to go to the Chinese medicine hall for acupuncture." ”

Sang Luo looked at the left and right hands of the pot girl, and there were two little ghosts holding her arms, hanging on her left and right arms, opening their big mouths, and biting her arms with grinning teeth.

stared at her with a grim smile, the corners of his mouth still drooling.

"There are ghosts in your house, and there are not one or two, at least sixty or seventy, and they are now standing beside you and watching you. On your arms, there are still two four or five-year-old imps hanging from you. ”

Sang Luo told everything he saw to the pot girl.

"What !??"

When the pot girl heard this, she only felt that the yin in the room was heavier.

She cried out with a "wow".

"Woo woo woo ~ ~ ghost grandpa ghost grandma, don't pester me! I have not harmed you, nor do I know you, so why do you stay in my room all day?

Please, go away! I'll go to the crossroads and burn paper money for you. Don't take my life! ”

Sang Luo couldn't help laughing when he saw the pot girl crying, "Don't worry, they don't have any malice towards you at all, and they won't hurt you." ”

When the pot girl heard this, she immediately stopped crying, "Master, really? ”

Sang Luo nodded.

There are a lot of ghost stories around the pot girl, just when the pot girl was telling the netizens in the live broadcast room about the strange things she encountered.

Sang Luo had already learned from the conversation of the group of ghosts why they were gathered here.

"They just want to eat what you cook."

Sang Luo said to the pot girl with a smile. (End of chapter)