Zhao Yuanyang is a night owl.

The reason why he was still chatting in the water group at one o'clock in the middle of the night was mainly because of his stable performance in the college entrance examination, and his unsatisfactory results made him enter a school that was not very good.

Of course, the biggest reason is that the school doesn't turn off the lights at night.

He was watching the anchor chatter while the water group.

This anchor is called "Big Tiger",Usually live broadcast all kinds of stand-alone online games,Blowing water with the audience when you're tired.,Recently opened up the link of telling ghost stories.,The audience recommends ghost stories from various places for the anchor to read.,I read an article called "Black Tai Sui" earlier.,The atmosphere is not bad.。

Zhao Yuanyang listened to the anchor's voice outside, and at the same time gaged in the group, there were four people in their bedroom, one of them did not return home at night, and two of them were going dark, and the voice was much louder than him.

Seeing the link forwarded by Gu Yingying in the group, Zhao Yuanyang absentmindedly clicked in.

He and Gu Yingying are quite familiar, and they know that this girl likes to read horror novels, but she is a timid and addicted to food, just like her two roommates who are taken to win every time they are ranked, but they always want to choose a big C to prove themselves.

But in Zhao Yuanyang's opinion, those horror novels are not scary at all, and they are not as good as "The Grim Reaper", which is just to scare and scare little girls.

But when he saw the first sentence of that novel, Zhao Yuanyang felt that the sounds around him had disappeared.

Those words seemed to have some wonderful magic, dragging Zhao Yuanyang into it, and he seemed to have really come to that funeral home, and the cold and bleak wind blew through the back of his neck, making people shiver.

Soon, Zhao Yuanyang finished reading this novel.

His face was blue and motionless, his body tense from tension, like a corpse lying in a freezer.

"Push the base, push the base, push the base, and win, don't fucking want to block the spring and kill people!"

The roommate's roar came, which eased Zhao Yuanyang's stiffness a lot.

He twisted his neck and saw that his roommate's teammates were killed by the resurrected people because they were addicted to stealing people's heads, and the opposite side of the base with fifty blood completed the turnaround.

But Zhao Yuanyang doesn't care about these anymore.

He felt a heartfelt horror, fear, a kind of instinctive horror enveloped his heart, and in Zhao Yuanyang's eyes, everything seemed to be different and unreal.

Although he was not so scared as directly as Gu Yingying cried, he couldn't help but tremble his hands slightly, as if he would return to the funeral home as soon as he closed his eyes.

He staggered to his feet, realizing that the muscles in his legs ached, from the tightness.

Zhao Yuanyang moved his steps, wanting to go to the bathroom to wash his face and sober up, he turned on the faucet, and the cold water hit his face, which really made him recover a lot from that muddy state.

Opening his eyes, he looked at himself in the mirror.

But under the dim light of the bathroom, Zhao Yuanyang in the mirror was only pitch black, only a pair of eyes without pupils, staring directly at him outside the mirror.

“！！！”

Zhao Yuanyang's heart suddenly stopped beating half a beat, he immediately took several steps back, and almost fell, until his back hit the wall before he finally came to his senses.

"What? Got cockroaches? ”

Just lost, the roommate who was still recovering turned his head and looked at Zhao Yuanyang.

"Mirror, mirror, ......"

Zhao Yuanyang pointed to the mirror in the bathroom, but could only see his pale face and cyan lips inside.

"I know you're a northerner, and you've never seen any cockroaches here, but there's no need to be scared like this, right?"

Another roommate quipped.

“......”

Zhao Yuanyang didn't say a word, he secretly glanced at his glasses again, and hurried back to his seat without seeing what was reflected in them.

In the computer, the anchor is still telling ghost stories, but to Zhao Yuanyang's ears, those things are too pediatric!

Seeing the audience's "scared to death" and "scared" barrage, Zhao Yuanyang felt that he needed to tell them what the real weird talk was.

Tapping the keyboard, Zhao Yuanyang sent a few barrages, but they were quickly brushed away, and the anchor didn't see it at all.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yuanyang spent thirty yuan and sent a striking message.

This comment is highlighted, hovers for a while, and has different colors depending on the money spent.

More than 1,000 pieces are red, also known as floating red.

In the past, Zhao Yuanyang felt that spending money to leave a message was too much money, but now he is very grateful for this function.

Thirty yuan is only the cost of two canteen meals, but you can spread the fear you just felt to more people, which is too cost-effective!

The anchor Dahu had just finished reading a ghost story at this time, he took a sip of water and began to read the previous eye-catching message.

"Thank you boss [Nun and the Fish] for the tip, isn't this story scary? That's probably not what I'm talking about, haha. ”

"Thank you boss [high-end hunter] for the tip, you don't play when the cabinet moves, it's okay, it shouldn't come out for the time being, you can sleep well tonight."

"Thank you boss [Sailing Ocean] for the reward, I recommend Brother Huzi to read "Funeral Home Code", a novel on the tree hole network, very good-looking!"

After the big tiger finished reading the last one, he looked at the time and spoke.

"It's not early today, let's read the last one and broadcast it."

The barrage was suddenly full of words such as "It's only eight o'clock", "Please broadcast it for a while", "Is my sister-in-law urging", "Let's have a scary sleep] and so on.

Dahu glanced at the message just now and decided to go to the tree hole network to search for it.

It's a good thing that people send money to leave messages, and the anchor is also a service industry, and the boss who gives money must take care of it.

He opened the treehole network, searched for the name of the novel, and found that this was an account called "Science Exploration Bot", which was only twenty fans until Dahu clicked on it.

"Ah......h

He even thought that the owner of this account had come here to promote it.

The big tiger decided to take a look first.

But when he saw the first sentence, he felt that the sounds around him had disappeared.

After immersing himself in it and watching it for a full minute, the big tiger finally came back to his senses from the strange atmosphere.

Looking at the barrage floating by, Dahu suddenly felt that it didn't matter who wrote this novel, but it was very suitable as the last story before going to bed.

"Don't worry, let's read the last one tonight, this story is very interesting, it's called "Funeral Home Code" ......"

Dahu is learning broadcasting, the standard of Mandarin is natural, and he speaks in a low tone, and he is a native of Jinmen, with his own talent for speaking cross talk, and when he tells ghost stories, it is really a show full of effect.

He is bold, and reading ghost stories on weekdays is somewhat of a scare for fun.

But as the story unfolded, Dahu suddenly felt a chill welling up his spine, as if he had come to that funeral home.

Reading and reading, Dahu's feeling became more and more serious, and he tried to stop, but found that he seemed to be dominated by the words on the screen, and his mouth couldn't close at all.

It's as if the body doesn't belong to itself, it just becomes a machine that tells the story.

It's not that he's telling a story, it's a story chasing him!

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