Unconsciously, the barrage on the screen gradually became sparse, and the audience in the live broadcast room seemed to be immersed in the story told by the big tiger.

As if walking in the strange, cold, and faint smell of decay in the funeral parlor, the big tiger's clear voice also became hoarse and low, like a ghost, lingering on the back of everyone's neck.

Especially when the big tiger imitated the security guard in the story, that tone couldn't be imitated without killing a few people.

"I know you're here......"

Dahu didn't know how this voice came out of his mouth, he learned broadcasting, not dubbing, and he couldn't clip out such a low and treacherous voice.

But the next moment, the big tiger knew that the limits of human beings were more than that.

"It's hot... It's so hot......"

The corpse came out of his throat, and the sound of pain, struggle, torment, like a scorching flame, roared out of his mouth, and even the big tiger himself was startled.

Even so, he didn't stop reading aloud.

The big tiger felt his body become hot, he seemed to be in a closed and small space, the surroundings were getting hotter and hotter, and some kind of terrifying roar filled his ears.

Soon, the big tiger understood where this was.

It's a crematorium!

His eyes widened and his expression was hideous and painful, and if any viewer were to carefully observe the scene of the camera located in the lower left corner of the screen, they would immediately call the police in a panic.

It was a bluish-black face, only the color of clotted blood, and it looked like a corpse.

Only the mouth that keeps opening and closing, spitting out words, shows that the person is still alive.

But where is the audience in the live broadcast room who has such room to watch the big tiger?

The originally happy live broadcast room seemed to have fallen silent, no one sent comments, no one gave a message, everyone listened quietly, like the preaching scene of some strange religion.

There were also outside viewers who clicked in through the leaderboard, but they only listened to one or two sentences from Dahu and stopped.

As if entangled in golden threads, their attention was completely drawn to the story.

How long this lasted, no one knows.

It wasn't until Dahu finished reading the last word that he suddenly came back to his senses.

The whole person spontaneously had a sense of horror after being afraid.

"What did I just do?"

Dahu looked at the end of the novel and couldn't help but shudder.

He has also read a lot of horror stories during this time, some are nonsense and funny, and some are thrilling and terrifying, but this one gives him the feeling that it is ...... Scary.

What a fucking evil door.

He pulled out a smile with some difficulty, said into the microphone to go to the bathroom, and then stood up and left the live broadcast room.

As soon as he came out, Dahu's breathing became heavier and his pupils constricted.

His back was already soaked, and he was covered in cold sweat.

Slowly walking to the bathroom, Dahu patted his face with his water-stained hand, raised his head, and saw a dark face in the mirror, and a pair of gray eyes without pupils were staring at him.

“！！！”

The big tiger was startled, but in the blink of an eye, only his own very bad complexion was left in the mirror.

He muttered inwardly and went back to his room.

At this time, the barrage sent by the audience one after another was displayed in the live broadcast room.

[, isn't this story a little weird, I feel like I've really been in the funeral home just now]

[Mom, my mother suddenly knocked on the door in the middle of Brother Huzi's talk just now, and scared me to pee]

[This author is trying to tell a very new kind of ghost story]

[Are Brother Huzi okay? ] 】

[I went to the toilet just now and looked in the mirror, and there really seems to be a ghost inside my mother, which scared Lao Tzu to death]

[My phone rang at the end, and I was so scared that I just shook my hand, but fortunately, the phone was sturdy and not broken]

[There's something about this account.,The author isn't like a novice.,Shouldn't there be a big guy who opens a small fried fish? ] 】

[I just came back, have you finished speaking, I just heard half of it and quit, it's a little scary]

It seems that not only the big tiger himself, but the audience was also frightened by this story.

Dahu glanced at the account of this tree hole network again, there is only this one novel here, there are more fans than just now, maybe the audience who watched his live broadcast is curious to pay attention.

He also nodded.

Not for anything else, but to see what new work will be done in the future.

"It's off, it's off, everyone goes to bed early tonight, otherwise the security guard of the funeral home will come over."

Dahu saw that his face in the camera was not very good, so he went down the broadcast at the speed of light and turned off the stream.

He looked at the pages of the treehole.com, looked at the comments under the novel, and suddenly, a strange mood welled up.

The corners of Da Hu's mouth suddenly opened and curled, and he quickly forwarded it to his anchor group to repay the society.

[Big Tiger]: This novel is quite interesting, and it is suitable as a bedtime reading.

[Sunset]: Teacher Dahu hasn't slept so late, and he's telling ghost stories?

[Burning Heaven]: Brother Huzi's live broadcast room is a bit popular tonight, what kind of work is it doing?

[Wen Xiaonuan]: Brother Hu Zi posted the link to the novel so late, I'm afraid it's not a horror novel.

[Big Tiger]: It's not a horror, it's a very interesting novel.

Dahu tapped on the keyboard and worked hard for more than ten minutes, and only when there was no news in the group did he rub his eyes, I don't know if it was an illusion, he seemed to see a few golden silk threads hanging down from infinity and being wrapped around his arm.

"I'm so tired."

He explained, quickly going to bed.

In the dream, Dahu seemed to dream that he had returned to the funeral home, and the solemn, cold, and treacherous atmosphere was shrouded in his dreams, and even the sound of percussion was so real.

Knock –

Knock –

Knock –

The big tiger woke up and found that the voice was not a hallucination, but a reality sound.

Upstairs, I don't know which one is decorating again, and the sound of knocking on the wall is endless, which makes people panic.

He glanced at his phone, it was past eight in the morning.

"It's really grassy, decorated so early."

Dahu scolded and got up, and swiped his mobile phone when he went to the toilet and squatted on the toilet.

As soon as I opened the group, I saw 99+ group messages.

He didn't bother to finish it, so he casually looked at the new one and found that one thing had been discussed all night.

[Sunset]: I'm really a dog, and the novel recommended by Mr. Dahu is also evil, I haven't slept well all night, and I have had several nightmares.

[Wen Xiaonuan]: I didn't sleep all night!! I didn't even dare to go to the toilet!!

[Burning Heaven]: I'm different, I reposted this novel to my fan base after reading it, and hundreds of people lost sleep with me last night, hehe.

[Jumping Strawberry]: Ruthless or you ruthless, why didn't I think of it, I'll forward it now.

These anchors seemed to be more or less frightened when they read the novel, and then, like big tigers, they forwarded the novel to other groups so that more people could see it.

Dahu opened the app of Shudong.com, looked at it, and found that the fans of the "scientific exploration bot" were almost 8,000, and the comments under that novel were even more hundreds.

Most of them are scolding the author for writing something too evil, and some people said that they forwarded it to a friend and were emotionally stable.

His phone vibrated again, and he found that it was someone in the anchor group @ himself.

The big tiger clicked on it and found that it was a recorded video.

[Liuyun watched the big tiger teacher tell ghost stories and was scared to break the anti-real record]