Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 77 edited, I also want to hear (12)

Strange stories for water friends.

Lin Feng listened with a feeling of [Although I know what you are saying is all false, but it sounds so true to me].

Hold, you can hold.

I've been using this for a long time, how can I still feel that the effect of the audience is not enough?

Water friends are my food and clothing parents!

If you have a master, you can make a show effect, if you don't have a master, you can play embarrassingly!

Lin Feng has a lot of experience in this regard.

As long as I don't get my hopes up, I will never be disappointed.

Lin Feng approached the show with an optimistic idea, so every water friend who performed exceptionally is his treasure.

After all, the master lies among the people.

No one knows what kind of occupation, what experience, what kind of education the person on the other side of the computer screen is.

What if it's a big hand?

Just like this water friend.

Listening to the story of this water friend, Lin Feng stopped the carbon pen in his hand.

The story of this water friend is indeed very interesting.

He told the story, the story itself was close to the average level of the forum back then, and coupled with his vivid expression, it really required atmosphere and details, and it sounded chilling, and the audience couldn't stop thinking about it. The little feet outside the quilt couldn't help but want to retract into the quilt and seal it again.

Is a master!

The three elements, person, place, and time, he made it clear.

The character is him when he was a child, and the location is the tube building shared by his parents' work unit. It sounds like it has been a few years. The time, the sun has not yet set, and the sunset is red and red.

Drowsy after eating, he went to the bedroom to sleep, and then felt that his neck was very uncomfortable.

Even in the air, there is a special fragrance. According to the water friend, he didn't know what it was at first, but after he grew up, he smelled it on the street corner.

That is the smell of Qingming, cold clothes, and sending paper money to the ancestors.

[At that time, I felt something was wrong. I checked later and found that my family has ancestral hypoglycemia. If I eat too much, people will fall asleep, but no matter which time it is, after I fall asleep, I don’t have the feeling of suffocation in my neck. .

That feeling, it's like, it's like someone is holding a rope around my neck and trying to hang me, you know, that feeling, the feeling of being hanged by something]

[At that time, I was also young, and my neck felt uncomfortable, so I touched it with my hands, but I didn’t touch anything, uncomfortable yuppie]

【I'm scared, I want to ask my parents to come and take a look】

[But just when I wanted to speak, for some reason, I felt like my mouth was sealed by something, and I couldn't say anything]

[At that time, I was really scared, the feeling of helplessness, the last time, when I was in the second grade of elementary school, everyone left school together, and in the crowded stairwell, I was crowded by my senior classmates. When I got up, my feet didn't touch the ground, and I was carried away by the crowd. I was really scared of the small feeling that I couldn't help myself.]

【I can't speak】

[I don’t know if you have the feeling of being out of breath, it’s just that there’s an extra wall in your neck, you guys understand, I can’t speak, I want to shout, but my breath can’t break through the wall in my chest, I even had an illusion that my qi was dispersed from the two sections of this invisible wall]

[The invisible thing on my neck is getting stronger and stronger, I raised my head uncomfortably, and then I saw it, I saw something on the ceiling]

There was an unspeakable silence.

Lin Feng didn't rush.

The microphone over there is very good, even like the kind of advanced gadgets commonly used by singing anchors or sleep aid anchors. Even the sound of people swallowing saliva can be clearly transmitted.

The sound of swallowing saliva is simply a stroke of genius, and people's emotions are also immersed in his story.

He paused.

Lin Feng also paused.

Only the bullet screen is densely packed and still brushing.

[Fuck, I feel it]

[My closet moved, I stopped playing]

【wdnmd】

[scared, scared, scared, scared]

【That's it?That's it?That's it?That's it? 】

[Hehe, I'm not afraid at all, my god, which family burned the dead child, I scared my father to death]

[Your story is not good, I have already seen it on the forum]

Lin Feng didn't look at these bullet screens, he could feel the fear of the water friends on the screen, especially the smell of incense ash.

Lin Feng was also allergic to that stuff.

He couldn't forget the ancestral hall.

I can't forget the voice coming from the ancestral hall, the paper hands, and the smell of incense ash.

However, after waiting for more than a minute, Lin Feng had no choice but to cough and reminded the other party before he continued talking.

What is it to stop here, you continue to talk.

Lin Feng: [Go on, brother]

The water friend over there seemed to be awakened by Lin Feng from a nightmare, he continued in a panic: [Oh, oh, ok, sorry, I forgot just now, where did I go?Yes, look up at the ceiling, right? 】

The water friend said in a trembling voice: [I still can't forget that thing, a face, you know?Just one face of tm, a woman's face, was just placed on the ceiling, that face was as big as the ceiling, with wet hair hanging down, and she also had two hands, and those hands were hanging down, until now, I can dream of that face when I have nightmares, I sleep at home, and I sleep in a tent]

[I will never forget that scene, ***, my parents are watching TV in the living room outside the bedroom, I can still hear the sound of my neighbor’s cooking, the smell of cooking, everything is so real, but it’s my ceiling The face that suddenly appeared on the screen is the face of an old man, I really, really...]

[At that time, I suddenly felt a burning pain on my neck. I took a look. It was a talisman that my grandma begged for me. My grandma put it in a waterproof bag and hung it on my chest, saying it was for taking a bath. Don't take it off, my grandma loved me when I was a child, so I listened to her words all the time, and then I fell asleep. After waking up, my mother scolded me, saying why I fell asleep on the floor]

【I looked up at the ceiling, but there was nothing. I told my parents, they didn’t believe me, and beat me. Later, I told my grandma, and my grandma was very happy. I said it, passed it, finally It’s over, but I asked again, my grandma didn’t say anything, she was just very happy. Later, my grandma told me not to tell anyone about this, but took off the talisman on my neck, boiled it into water and drank it by myself]

【My grandma gave me one too】

After the story is over, the barrage begins again.

[That's it, that's it?This is your story? 】

【Rubbish】

【No head and no tail】

【filial piety kills me】

【Isn't it unfinished, this is too perfunctory】

There were voices of criticism on the barrage, but Lin Feng did not speak. He asked the next water friend to go to the microphone, and he sent a private message to this water friend.

【Is it convenient for us to talk again】

Over there, the water friend was silent for a while and then said: 【What are you talking about? 】

Lin Feng: [your story]

Water friend: [That was made up by me]

Lin Feng: [made up, I want to hear it too]

(End of this chapter)