This time, the live broadcast of Lover's Lake was also ahead of its time, and just a few tourists remembered Xia Wenshi's face and were stunned all of a sudden.

If this streamer is the owner of a haunted house that scares you out. Xiao Ye is his employee, with a good voice, and he is still a cold handsome guy-

Uh-huh? How do you feel that the truth has come out?

So #Scare You Jump Haunted House# and #484848 Live Room# were on the hot search together.

Li Guangyun really ran out of luck this time, and he lost face to the people of the whole country.

Ye Sheng is not the kind of person who holds his mobile phone all day long and swipes all kinds of spam messages. After he went back, he wanted to contact Cheng Ze to ask about PS, but this post scriptum was something he only knew about using search.

Ye Sheng thought about it, changed the question, and asked Cheng Ze about the seventh master story king.

Cheng replied to his message quickly and said.

[The story king is just like its name, the ability is grotesque come true.] It loves to write stories, and the heretics born in its stories are either very high or low. 】

[The Huaguo Unnatural Bureau has dealt with several stories born in its pen, and I can provide you with some references]

Soon Cheng sent him a few documents. They are: "Peeping Niang", "Husband and wife living in the wall", "Hanging corpse with a rift", "Man swinging".

Cheng said.

[If the heresy was born from the pen of the story king, Tianshu will have a special signal to tell us, but ordinary people can't find it.] 】

[If you come across some ghost stories that are widely circulated, be careful.] Because the story king is a moderator who likes to write stories, there is no 'teller' who does not want his story to be heard by more people. 】

After Ye Sheng said thank you, he began to read the information that Cheng Ze sent him.

In the information compiled by the Bureau of Unnatural Affairs, it is very simple to explain the hierarchical abilities and places of appearance of heresy. But Ye Sheng put these keywords on the Internet and searched, and a bunch of ghost stories that were spread immediately appeared.

It is widely spread on all kinds of social software. For example, the first story, Peep Niang.

Narrated in the first person:

There is a story in our township that if you see a strange long-haired woman squatting by a grave on the hill. Don't make a sound or look at her, and you just leave as if you didn't notice anything.

Because as soon as you look at her, the peeping mother will look back at you; The slightest sound you make will alarm the voyeur to turn around.

People can't be "seen" by the voyeur, because once you are "seen" by her, you will be entangled by her and "seen" to death. The peeping mother has been "peeping" all her life, in the toilet, at the head of the bed, in the back seat, in the mirror, thinking that a person will always follow until she "looks" to death. After death, she also remained motionless in front of your tombstone and continued to "look" until the next person passed by, made a sound, and was seen by her turning her head.

The Bureau of Unnatural Affairs gave very little information.

[Name: Peeping Niang.]

Grade: Grade E

Ability: Tracking】

Ye Sheng looked at another story with a blank face.

Couple living in the wall: I lived in the North Bay community before it was transformed. At that time, I had just graduated and didn't have much money to live in an urban village. The diaphragm in the urban village room is particularly ineffective, and I am woken up every night by the sound of the couple next door arguing. I couldn't understand how that woman had endured such a rude husband all the time. Women cry almost every night, and men scold every night.

The worst thing was that in the early hours of one morning, I heard a woman crying and screaming, and a man was beating her with a heavy object.

Is this domestic violence? I was so frightened that I panicked and called the police. It didn't take long for a knock on the door. I opened the door and found it was the police.

The policeman frowned and said to me, your neighbor called the police and said that you had been subjected to domestic violence.

I'm confused, what? At this time, the door of the next room opened, and out came a college student with an irritated face, and he scolded me for not divorcing because my brain was in water?

My face turned pale, and I suddenly realized that it was not a husband and wife living next to me, but a junior who had been going to graduate school all along.

It's just that there is a family living in the wall between me and him.

[Name: Husband and wife in the wall.]

Grade: Grade F

Ability: None]

The third story.

Rift Hanging: It happened when I was in elementary school. I don't know if you have seen that kind of unfinished building, the beams, slabs, columns and walls have been completed and the roof has been completed, and it is a bare cement house from a distance. The building on my way to school looked like this, and it had been unfinished for a year, and suddenly one day, I saw a man dressed in black standing on the top floor. I couldn't see it too far away, but I remembered that the man seemed to have a big mouth and was grinning.

He stood motionless at the window, and I thought it was the developer's conscience that came back to investigate.

When I went back, I told my dad about it. My father pointed to the community opposite my house and told me that it used to be an unfinished building, and it took ten years to build it, and then the developer, the brute, said that this is called "ten years of sharpening a sword". I died laughing, but when I looked up again, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't laugh anymore.

Because I realized that when I looked up at the roof from this angle, all I could see was the ceiling. The man I saw in black, he was not standing inside the house, but he was hanging from the ceiling. He wasn't smiling at me, he was staring at me with a blank face, his mouth cracking.

[Name: Rip hanging corpse.]

Grade: Grade F

Ability: None]

These ghost stories are experienced by different people in different cities. One weird and weird little story after another, told by people.

For example, a publication called "Story Collection" was popular in China a long time ago. It's just that "Collected Stories" was discontinued decades ago.

Ye Sheng was a little curious, if he used search to shoot these three stories, what kind of PS would he get from the story king.

The first three stories are basically F-class and E-class heretics that can't do harm to humans. The story king himself is a super S-level heretic as the moderator of the seventh section, but in terms of telling stories, it seems to have fallen into a strange circle, and the stories it tells are very "close to the people".

The last heretic, the rank has finally risen up, is a C-class heretic.

People swinging on the swing.

Swinger: During the Chinese New Year, my girlfriend and I went to visit our teachers at our alma mater in junior high school. When I left, I missed the campus time, so I went to the rooftop together. There is a swing on the rooftop, and almost every student from the 12th grade has come here to play. Swinging on the rooftop is very exciting, but there is no need to worry about safety. Because the rope for the swing is not long, and after several people jumped to their deaths in the early years, the school built a fence on the edge of the rooftop.

The planks of the swing are very long, and my girlfriend and I used to sit on it together and pedal it, but the swing is very heavy, and our strength is a little small, and we can't swing much high with all our strength. So I came down and I helped her push the swing in the back, and my girlfriend had a lot of fun.

I pushed her for a while, my stomach hurt a little, so I left to go to the toilet first.

I met an aunt who was cleaning the corridor outside the toilet. My aunt rolled her eyes at me and told me that she had just cleaned the rooftop, and that so many of you remember to take your garbage with you. I don't accept it, where there are more people, how much garbage can two people have.

Auntie said, two people? You and I am blind, I happened to pass by when you were swinging, and at least seven people sat on a wooden plank.

Seven people. I was scared stupid all of a sudden, I ran to the rooftop like crazy, and saw a scene that I will never forget in my life. My best friend sat in the middle with a pale face, and next to her was indeed crowded with people, wearing the uniform of the 12th middle school, and her face was bloody and fleshy. If you can't sit on the swing, you can sit on the swing and pile it on the swing.

The swing is very high! So high that it seemed to throw her off the rooftop and fall down!

I saw a person pushing a swing behind her. It was an old man with a hunched waist, against the light, with a kind and strange face, clutching the rope and pushing the swing out of the rooftop like crazy. I shouted my best friend's name, and when she saw me, her lips trembled and her eyes turned red, and I knew she felt something was wrong, but she couldn't move.

In the end, I don't know how I had the courage to run over and pull her off the swing.

The old man pushing the swing gave me a resentful look and disappeared into the midday sun.

Anyway, after this, I don't want to swing again for the rest of my life.

[Name: The man who swings.]

Grade: Grade C

Abilities: Might, Fix]

These are heresies that have been dealt with, grotesques from the pen of the story king. After Ye Sheng looked at them one by one, his expression was slightly stunned, he really felt like he was listening to a story.

He felt that the story king seemed to be particularly pursuing the "atmosphere of the story".

The story king doesn't like to create the kind of heresy that is very high-level and destroys the world. He likes this kind of bizarre, weird, and especially life-like little stories. For example, these four occurred in rural lonely graves, urban villages, unfinished buildings, and school rooftops.

It's like a short essay in the "Storybook" that you see in the corner of a bookstore.

You hear it, maybe it's a night talk in a dormitory, or it comes from a well-spoken stranger on the train.

People are scared, but they can't contain their curiosity, because no one thinks they're going to be as unlucky as the people in the story.

Ye Sheng is not a student of Huai'an University now, and he can't handle the campus network without a student number, and he can't log in to the on-campus BBS. But he knew — if he logged into BBS, search for the keyword lover's lake.

He's sure to see countless similar first-person ghost stories.

And what about the fetus? A-class heretical fetus. What did the story king do everything he could to bring it to Huaicheng?

The forum is only the tip of the iceberg that it has revealed to him now.

Ye Sheng suddenly felt that if he needed to adapt to all changes with the same, he pretended to be calm and studied at Huai'an University. Then Lover's Lake may be a breakthrough for him to contact the seventh section.

He took out the gun from the cabinet again, and when he gently stroked the gun, Ye Sheng's heart would always be strangely calm.

China bans guns, and you can't buy bullets on the Internet. And Ye Sheng felt that the estimate of this gun was not an ordinary bullet.

Ye Sheng finally bought a bottle of eye drops online and some black needles and threads.

When he went to work in a haunted house the next day, he unexpectedly learned that he was on the hot search.

Huang Qiqi's eyes were shining: "Senior brother, you are on fire, do you want to open a Weibo account." As far as your face is a matter of millions of fans, you will rely on traffic to eat in the future, and you won't need to work part-time! ”

Of course, she knew that Ye Sheng was from Yinshan, and she could guess from Ye Sheng's clothes that his family background was not good.

Huang Qiqi is sincerely happy for Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng was insensitive to these things, and shook his head lightly: "Thank you, senior sister, I can't handle social accounts well, so I don't need it." ”

He didn't like all the buzz, and he didn't like the enthusiasm that came to him like a tidal wave.

Xia Wenshi had already figured out the personality of his own employee, and said, "Xiao Ye, I think this group of people will frantically come over to see you in a few days." These days, you come with me to set up the ghost bride scene. ”

Xia Wenshi finally concocted the second scene of the haunted house. I plan to set the theme as an ancient mountain village to marry a bride.

Ye Sheng: "Okay. ”

Although Huang Qiqi regretted it, she still respected Ye Sheng's decision. At this time, the doorbell rang, and she, as the front desk, immediately showed a bright and sweet smile: "Welcome to the 'Scare You' haunted house." ”

However, the smile disappeared directly after seeing the visitor again.

Because the one who comes is none other than that. It was Li Guangyun, the scumbag who was scared into the lake by her yesterday, and Cheng Xiaoxiao, Huang Qiqi's former plastic best friend.

Cheng Xiaoxiao and Li Guangyun are completely green tea against Sea King, scumbags and scumbags fishing each other. The two sides only want each other to live well and go to bed, and there is nothing sincere.

But Cheng Xiaoxiao was scolded and blacked out by Huang Qiqi not long ago, and everyone knew that they knew that they knew everything, and they were so angry that they vomited blood.

Now holding Li Guangyun's arm, just to come over and kill Huang Qiqi.

Li Guangyun also watched the hot search yesterday, and after knowing that Huang Qiqi was playing with herself from beginning to end, he was so angry that he didn't sleep all night.

Since she can put a radio underwater, she probably also has a projector.

The female ghost turned out to be a projection.

Thinking of his foreign appearance yesterday, Li Guangyun couldn't wait to tear Huang Qiqi alive.

Cheng Xiaopi didn't smile: "Qiqi hasn't seen you for a long time." Aren't you a native of Huaicheng, Bai Fumei, why do you work here? ”

Huang Qiqi was refreshed after experiencing last night's incident, and rolled her eyes: "When have I ever advertised that I am Bai Fumei." It's that you steal pictures to show off your wealth in the circle of friends all day long, eldest sister, is it easy to be an Internet goddess? ”