Weird internet celebrity company: female weird dressed as Two-dimensional

Chapter 36 It's not really a show effect
Pingxi City, a residential building.

A man sat on the ground in horror and backed away.

"What the hell is that!"

He Wu'an swallowed his saliva desperately, facing the slowly rotating mechanical knob of the anti-theft door, his face was pale!
If he still can't figure it out by this time, then all these years of film and television dramas will be considered in vain.

run?Run a P!

Is it faster to warm up and then bleed?
At this moment, He Wu'an didn't think about his miserable death.

He was desperate in his heart, knowing that there was no hope of escape, but in his mind, there was a mysterious voice like the ringing of a bell.

"Perhaps, I can become a legend in the live broadcasting world..."

"The Internet has memory!"

"In the new century, the first documented, unlucky guy who was killed by a ghost."

"Although I am dead, my name is still alive on the Internet! The dili is the cemetery, the live broadcast room is the tombstone, and the whole world can see my epitaph!"

He Wu'an uttered a scream, and crawled to the bedroom where the live broadcast equipment was placed on hands and feet.

He didn't want to be pointed at by several forensic doctors in the mortuary, guessing the wonderful way of death of the egg anchor.He will make his final sound!Let tonight's live broadcast make a sensation in the world!

The final ghost story...

It's on!
The audience in the live broadcast room saw that He Wu'an first left the bedroom to open the door, and crawled back on all fours after a while.

Shouting to the camera with tears streaming down his face.

"Family, I've gone to hell!"

"There are really ghosts in the world! I saw a red eyeball in the cat's eye, it wants to come in and kill me!"

The live barrage was silent for a while.

Then it refreshed like a tide.

"666666!"

"Cow batch!"

"It's a good job, Anzi, you should go to Hengdian to develop."

"Mr. An, you are the contemporary Van Da Vinci. If the video is not popular, it is not a quality problem. Maybe you need to die."

He Wu'an looked at the gift refreshed like flowing water.

The AI ​​voice in the live broadcast room kept thanking the audience for their gifts.

"Thank you soy sauce for the 444 little flowers!"

"Thank you for the 18 confession wreaths sent by the second boss!"

"Thank you Hayato for the 10 blue gold treasure boxes!"

"Thank you silly de Xingfu for sending 66 of these, this is great, Starlight Lovers, really popular..."

He suddenly had the feeling of paying homage to the remains of the deceased, and bringing gifts to relatives and friends. The wreath, locket, and lover's stove were all in one, and he was almost dead.

How much are these gifts...

He Wu'an made calculations subconsciously in his brain.

6万7千8百8十4块零5毛？
The body instinctively clasped his hands together, bowed and shouted: "Thank you family for your support—"

In an instant, a chill rushed up his neck, which made He Wu'an suddenly realize that he almost forgot that there was a special audience in the room.

He dare not look back!
He Wu'an clutched the camera tightly, shaking like a sieve, and cried hissingly: "There is really a ghost! If I lie to someone, the ghost will come to the door immediately! No! The fuck has already come to the door!"

"Are there Taoist priests, exorcists, and ghost masters among the viewers in the live broadcast room?"

"Help me, please help me! This is really not the effect of the show!"

The AI ​​voice reads ruthlessly.

"Thank you for the mahogany sword sent by Guochu. The host loves you!"

He Wu'an felt the figure behind him gradually leaning against his back, the icy cold feeling became more and more intense, and he began to have difficulty breathing.

the other side.

Li Xiaoya was also stupid.

Looking at He Wuan's frightened appearance in the live broadcast room, she seemed to realize something.

The weird voice that appeared in the live broadcast room was definitely not her, nor was He Wu'an playing a prank, so there was only one possibility... There was a ghost!
And that ghost is about to kill He Wu'an in full view!

Li Xiaoya shouted in the voice: "Run!"

She was in a hurry, but there was nothing she could do.

suddenly.

Li Xiaoya thought again that the voice just said that there was a "person" coming in from outside, and it was a reminder, that is to say, the two might not be the same existence.

She shouted into the microphone: "Whoever you are, he has encountered a ghost! Please save him!"

no reply.

Quiet like silence.

Li Xiaoya's heart flashed, wait!

If the person in the voice is not a ghost but a person, does that mean that there is also an employee who is responsible for debugging the sound card, just like watching two big grievances, watching her and He Wu'an performing a ghost-fighting scene here.

"But!" Li Xiaoya shook her head fiercely.

In the live broadcast, He Wu'an was about to suffocate, he was holding on to the table, as if there was a force under the table that was about to tear him into it!
"I'm going to die..." He Wu'an squeezed out a sound from his throat, rolling his eyes.

Then he remembered his dream again.

He wants to become a legend on the world Internet!
He wants to leave an eternal mystery to the world!

Exhausting the last bit of strength in his life, he opened his mouth and roared.

"My He family guards the country and has eight strange gates. I have to reincarnate and rebuild, but my magic has not been completed. I am in the same line as you black mountain ghosts, and we are incompatible! My junior sister, Xiao Miao, will avenge me!"

Li Xiaoya was shocked.

What kind of third-rate film and television script is this!

Ordinary male anchor with a secret, waiting for the male lead to hear the news of your death, and then go all out to kill demons?

Why mention me!Madou would never make such a vulgar script!

If it's fake, it's a show effect.

This anchor named He Wu'an is an unworldly genius in the live broadcasting world, and he can be called the successor of Brother Yaoshui.

But if it is true...

He is no longer a genius, but a monstrous evildoer, a pioneer in the art of live broadcasting who entertains the audience with his life and writes dark stories for the general public.

He will usher in a new era.

It was the investigator of the Folklore Bureau who searched through the files, mysteriously searched all the information but found no results, an old man looking at his mobile phone, incomprehensible, ghost buster, eight strange gates, heirs of the He family!
Just when He Wu'an himself thought it was a heroic act of generosity and righteousness, ignoring evil spirits, but actually crossed the river with snot, like a traitor begging for mercy, and was immediately shot by the eighth master...

The streaming in the live broadcast room is cut off!
in the bedroom.

He Wu'an kicked his legs desperately, the figure in black veil was about to pull him into the deep darkness.

Suddenly, the moonlight outside the window suddenly turned scarlet.

The whole room was plunged into a strange red halo!
He Wu'an was almost hypoxic, his eyes were squinted, and in his blurred vision, he vaguely saw out the window, the clouds were rolling, and a mountain emerged from the depths of the clouds.

No, not a mountain!

It is a hand that is so huge that it covers half of the sky, and it is pale white!

He Wuan's eyes were wide open, and the terrifying hand was reflected in his eyeballs, approaching gradually, as if he wanted to hold the whole neighborhood in his hands!
The temperature drops to the lowest!
Frost is starting to form on the windows!
His thoughts stopped.

Even the activity of the brain was frozen strangely.

Like falling into an ice cave.

He Wu'an couldn't even hear the frightened scream of the black gauze figure...

When he opened his eyes dimly again, he didn't know how long it had been, and touched his body.

"Is it a dream?"

Then he shrank his pupils and stared at the floor.

Seeing the nail scratches all over the floor, it seemed that something had struggled desperately, and was terrified to the extreme, but it was still hard to escape.

I can't even think about it in my mind!

He Wu'an lit a cigarette tremblingly, muttering to himself.

"What the hell is this..."

(End of this chapter)