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Chapter 135 Exploring the Rules of Flowing Fire

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and the Liuhuo Avenue was still very lively.

Tourists linger, especially when the lights of Liuhuo Avenue are all turned on, which is quite a bit like a city that never sleeps.

The smoke from the snack bar filled the air above Liuhuo Avenue, and the bursts of aroma attracted more people to stop and queue in front of the snack bar.

At the stalls in front of Zhao Hu's shop, handicrafts were sold batch after batch, and many people rented the top ten famous swords to take pictures as souvenirs.

After a day of hard publicity and performances, Brother Pingtou's martial arts gym is finally no longer as deserted as before.

Most tourists sign up for experience courses. Although they are not expensive, the important thing is that there are enough courses. This is also the first big money Pingtouge has earned in a real sense.

But it's worth noting that, watching the lively scene on Liuhuo Avenue, the live broadcast Huang Mao didn't just come in.

He stood outside the city gate, constantly looking at the time, relying on the gimmick of Liuhuo Avenue, Huang Mao's live broadcast room flooded into a large number of viewers in a short period of time.

"What does an anchor do?"

"The host's letter is quite complicated!"

"The spiritual guy belongs to you and is the most connotative."

The new audience couldn't help laughing at Huang Mao's various religious accessories.

The aspect of religious belief can be regarded as understood by this yellow hair.

As there were more and more people, Huang Mao quickly explained cheerfully:

"Brothers, today's buddy's live broadcast content is about this avenue of fire.

Many strategies on the Internet have mentioned that there are eight rules for Liuhuo Dao, and the rumors are even a bit evil.

Dude, don’t believe in this evil today, have you seen this religious jewelry on your buddy?All prepared for this live broadcast.

This cross is said to have been stained with the blood of Jesus.

This talisman was drawn by Zhang Tianshi himself.

Eight eminent monks consecrated this Buddha statue.

And this Buddhist bead, it is said that it was picked from the Luohan who descended the dragon! "

Anyone can tell that this yellow hair is completely bragging.

However, in line with the principle of watching the excitement and not thinking it's a big deal, the audience all applauded below, and at the same time kept urging Huang Mao to quickly enter Liuhuo Avenue, everyone wanted to see what would happen.

As for the eight rules of Liuhuo Avenue, with the popularity of Liuhuo Avenue, everyone already knows it.

Some people who have experienced it personally have also warned in the written strategy that they must abide by the rules, otherwise strange things will happen.

This can be regarded as one of the few urban rumors at the moment, and naturally many people will be curious about it.

Seeing more and more people pouring into the live broadcast room, the corners of Huang Mao's mouth almost reached his ears.

But he still didn't rush in, but explained to the audience again:
"It's boring to go in now, isn't the code saying that you are not allowed to enter Liuhuo Avenue after 12 o'clock?
Today, my buddy will give you a live broadcast at midnight. At 12 o'clock, you will enter Liuhuo Avenue with religious ornaments and walk around.

Please use more rockets to support it, my buddies are here to refute the rumors for everyone! "

There are various opinions in the comment area in the live broadcast room, but in fact most people do not agree with the authenticity of the code.

"I'll go, I heard that the rules are quite evil, is the anchor trying to kill himself?"

"Huangmao, are you strong enough? Don't go in, you won't be able to get out again."

"I support streamers, this code is nothing more than a publicity stunt.

Is it really believed that people with good deeds fan the flames online? "

More people still regard these codes as nothing more than a gimmick for the publicity of the Internet celebrity pedestrian street, in order to gain the popularity of the strange rumors about the codes that have been popular on the Internet recently.

As time passed by 1 minute and 1 second, there were more and more people in the live broadcast room, but fewer and fewer people in Liuhuo Avenue.

Seeing that it was approaching 12 o'clock, Brother Pingtou and others also began to urge the customers to leave as soon as possible.

Obviously there was still a long queue for the food stalls, but at about eleven o'clock, the River God had already started to close the stalls.

The tourists who lined up were a little dissatisfied with this.

"Boss, is there any reason in this world not to make money?"

"Yeah, boss, we've been queuing here for so long, you said it's closed when you say it's closed?"

"Liuhuo Avenue is so popular, wouldn't it be good to develop a night market? Why does it have to close at 12 o'clock, and the nightlife on our side hasn't started yet."

Facing the dissatisfied remarks from the tourists, the River God said earnestly while closing the stall:

"I haven't played enough and come back tomorrow. After 12 o'clock, no one can stay in Liuhuo Avenue. This is the rule.

Come early tomorrow, I'll give you a discount, it's better than having an accident here at night. "

Everyone was confused by the words of the river god.

What can happen to this place?

Why are the bosses of these shops talking like that code?

Brother Pingtou, who was enthusiastically soliciting customers one second, put on a straight face the next second.

When someone came to inquire, Brother Pingtou no longer enthusiastically introduced the business of the martial arts school, but hurriedly drove people out:

"Don't let it go, let's go home, it's 12 o'clock, didn't you see the rules?
Liuhuo Avenue is closed after 12 o'clock, so let's go! "

Zhao Hu was more straightforward, closing the stall without saying a word, and closing the door of the shop within a few seconds.

The sudden turn of attitude left tourists baffled.

Zhao Xue also came out at this moment, gently persuading the tourists to leave this place as soon as possible.

Before 12 o'clock on Liuhuo Avenue, all the tourists were cleared, and the entrances and exits on both sides were cordoned off, and no one was allowed to enter.

Not far away, the sign with the code of conduct also began to light up in red, which is exactly what is mentioned in the code, when the LED light sign is lit in red, please do not enter.

Brother Pingtou Zhao Hu and Heshen were called to the management office by Zhao Xue. They had to reconcile accounts with Zhao Xue as usual, so that they could calculate the income of each store at the end of the month and extract rent and loans from it.

The tourists reluctantly dispersed, and the cars in the parking lot also disappeared in a short period of time.

Few tourists noticed that in the corner outside the city gate, the bright light of the mobile phone screen shone on Huangmao's excited face.

The number of people in the live broadcast room has exceeded [-]. For a wild-born anchor like Huang Mao, he has never received so many people's attention.

"Huangmao, it's already 12 o'clock, are you going or not?"

"Don't be cowardly, buddy, go forward boldly!"

[Ye Kick Widow's Door presented a rocket...]

Looking at the gorgeous special effects of the gift on the screen, Huang Mao suddenly got an idea and stood up:
"Come on, brothers, Ding is Dingmao is Mao, it's today.

Brothers, I will take you to explore Liuhuo Avenue at night, and break these rumors! "

Huang Mao walked towards Liuhuo Avenue with a proud face, but when he came to the city gate, he realized that he was not the only one who gathered here.

People in twos and threes in this direction, also holding mobile phones like him, were obviously a little surprised by the other party's appearance.

"Are you also an anchor?"

Huang Mao asked with some doubts, and a young couple nodded immediately.

These two are quite well-known on the Internet, with a fan base of 45 people, and the purpose of Huang Mao is actually the same.

They also want to take advantage of the traffic on Liuhuo Avenue, and entering Liuhuo Avenue at night is obviously a perfect gimmick.

In addition to this young couple, a boy walked by. The theme of this boy's live broadcast was anti-feudal superstition.

This type of live broadcast has also emerged in recent years. The daily live broadcast is to play some so-called supernatural games on the Internet, or go to the cemetery, explore the wilderness and so on.

4 people, you look at me, I look at you, I didn't expect that these ideas would all collide.

However, the four of them quickly reached a consensus. Since they are so destined, they will complete the next live broadcast together, and enter Liuhuo Avenue after 4 o'clock to see what can happen.

Regarding the isolation line blocking the door, Huang Mao didn't even think about it, so he tore it off, and the last group of 4 people walked into the dark Liuhuo Avenue.

After 12 o'clock, there was no light on Liuhuo Avenue, and there was heavy fog.

Strange to say, there is no trace of fog outside the city gate, but the white mist is getting thicker and thicker on the Flowing Fire Avenue inside the city gate.

The LED lights with the rules written on it emit a penetrating red light.At this time, although it was the same place, the atmosphere during the day was quite different, giving people an inexplicably eerie feeling.

Huang Mao felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he didn't understand where this uneasiness came from.

But when he saw so many people accompanying him in the live broadcast room, Huang Mao's uneasiness quickly disappeared.

"My family, now that we have entered Liuhuo Avenue, we don't feel anything special. It seems that those rules are completely nonsense."

Huang Mao said to the people in the live broadcast room with a face full of indifference, and then he turned the camera and pointed it at Liuhuo Avenue, wanting all the audience to have an immersive feeling.

The only girl among the few people has been closely following the boy. From the moment he entered Liuhuo Avenue, he always felt that there was something weird.

"It's so cold here, and this kind of cold is not a wind chill in the usual sense, as if we are in an ice cellar."

Hearing this, the boy next to him smiled nonchalantly:

"That's just your illusion. It's only July, how could it be cold?"

On the other side, the boy who was walking behind alone said to the audience in the live broadcast room with serious words:
"In what age, there are still people who believe in these feudal superstitions.

What the hell is July and August? The ancients didn't know science, so they believed these so-called ghosts and monsters.

It says on the bracelet that you are not allowed to enter Liuhuo Avenue after midnight, but am I still fine now?
How can there be so many strange things, but everyone is scaring themselves. "

While talking, the anti-feudal superstition anchor raised his head and looked around, but at this moment he noticed that the white mist became thicker at some point, and he couldn't even see the faces of the people in front of him just now. Figure up.

"Where are the people? Where did those people in front go?"

The audience in the live broadcast room also began to notice something was wrong. How could the white mist suddenly rise in just a few seconds?
Gusts of wind blew past, but they couldn't blow away the pervasive white mist.

For the effect of the live broadcast, the anchor could only continue walking forward based on memory, but after a while, a fork in the road appeared in front of him.

He didn't think too much about it, the young man only thought that perhaps a few other people went to the front and opened up the distance, so he turned directly into this fork in the road and walked forward.

But gradually, the young anchor also realized that something was wrong.

This road seems to be endless, and I have walked for a long time without seeing the end.

And the style of this road is completely different from the Liuhuo Avenue I saw before. There are no shops on both sides, but rows of lush trees instead.

Glancing at the time, the young anchor found that he had been walking on this road for nearly 20 minutes, which made him stop in doubt, and muttered strangely:
"Is this Liuhuo Avenue so long? Why didn't you pay attention when you came during the day?"

However, at this moment, a viewer's comment in the comment area made the young anchor feel a chill down his back.

"I just went to look at the eight rules written in the online guide, one of which is Liuhuo Avenue, and there is only one way."

The young anchor suddenly frowned. If there is only one road on Liuhuo Avenue, then what is the road he is walking on now?

The anchor stood under the tree, not even daring to go any further.

He looked in the direction he came from, but found that the place was covered by white mist, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Slowing down a little, the anchor secretly gritted his teeth, and then went back the same way, intending to return to that fork in the road to see what was going on.

Nearly half an hour passed, and he had only walked on this road for 20 minutes. It stands to reason that he must have returned to the fork in the half hour.

But this is still a long path with no end in sight, and the white mist mixed with the surrounding darkness always makes people feel an indescribably weird feeling.

In this situation, no matter how dull people are, they will find something is wrong.

He stopped immediately, and opened the map in astonishment, only to find that his location was still in Liuhuo Avenue.

It's just that no matter how he tried to move, the icon on the map that belonged to him was always fixed at the center of Liuhuo Avenue.

The audience in the live broadcast room also felt a little weird, and all kinds of comments came one after another, constantly stimulating the tense nerves of the host.

"Couldn't this be the legendary ghost hitting the wall?"

"The rules say that if you go into a fork in the road, close your eyes, and turn around three times in the same place, you will be able to return to the original point. Do you want to try it?"

"Have you noticed that the trees on both sides of this road seem to be of the same species, does anyone know what kind of tree this is?"

"I just looked it up on the Internet, and the leaves of this tree seem to be mulberry trees."

"Damn it, I heard from my grandfather that if you don't plant mulberries in the front, you won't plant willows in the back. This mulberry tree is a very shady tree!"

Seeing such comments, the anchor also looked back at the trees behind him by mistake.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, the anchor who has been tense has just realized that the trees planted on both sides of the road are all mulberry trees.

Since ancient times, there has always been a saying.

"Sangliu Dulihuai, don't enter the Yang residence."

This sentence refers to five kinds of trees: mulberry, willow, eucalyptus, pear, and pagoda.

These five kinds of trees are called Yin trees, which are easy to attract evil spirits and destroy Feng Shui.

And from another point of view, if you look around, there will not be any street in the country that uses trees like mulberry trees for greening.

But this road is like this, how can it not make people feel evil?
As the saying goes, when a shady tree enters a house, the house will not be peaceful.

At this special time of twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, being stuck on a side road that shouldn't exist, with shade trees planted on both sides, one can imagine how flustered the anchor is at the moment.

He began to quicken his pace, following the direction he came from, and kept running forward, but until he was exhausted, he still couldn't leave this place.

Everything around him seemed to be the same, which made him more and more collapsed, and he no longer had the same ridicule and calmness as before.

However, he was not the only one who encountered this, and the situation of several other people is not optimistic at present.

Huang Mao, who had the most arrogant attitude, also noticed that in the white mist, the figures of other people had disappeared.

But how could the carefree Huangmao care about this?

His attention was focused on the ever-increasing number of people in the live broadcast room and the special effects of gifts on the screen, and he didn't realize that there was a figure approaching him in front of him.

The thicker white mist had already made him unable to see the shops on both sides.

In other words, without an obvious reference, Huangmao can't be sure whether he is still walking on the avenue of fire.

But Huang Mao, who was all the attention attracted by the live broadcast room, didn't notice it at all. At this moment, he was still clamoring loudly that there was nothing special about this avenue of fire.

Until, the figure in the white mist gradually walked in front of Huang Mao.

Huang Mao, who was watching the live broadcast just now, raised his head inadvertently, and was immediately taken aback.

There was an old lady in ragged clothes standing in front of her. She was all dirty and was holding a broken bowl in her hand.

"Young man, come on..."

The old lady said to Huang Mao in an extremely unpleasant voice, and at the same time handed her bowl to Huang Mao.

However, Huang Mao impatiently waved his hand:
"Why are there still beggars in this place, hurry up and don't get in the way."

While talking, Huang Mao walked around the old lady and walked forward, and at the same time said with disdain:

"Let me just say that those rules are deceitful. Isn't this beggar old lady also on Liuhuo Avenue in the middle of the night, what can happen?"

However, what Huang Mao didn't expect was that right after he finished speaking, a series of swiping screens suddenly started in the comment area.

"Who was the anchor talking to just now?"

"What beggar old lady, who was there just now?"

"This show works, I admit I was intimidated!"

But after seeing these comments, Huang Mao suddenly stopped, and he slowly turned his head stiffly, looking back.

Apart from a vast expanse of white mist, there were no figures.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, a crisp sound came.

Huang Mao looked down in astonishment, only to realize that the prayer beads on his hand were suddenly disconnected.

The Buddha beads rolled around on the ground, Huang Mao froze in place.

Just before he could react, the old lady's voice came from his ear once again in a sinister manner:

"Young man, come on..."

(End of this chapter)