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Chapter 32
Zhao Yuanyang is a night owl.

The reason why he was still chatting in the group at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night was mainly because he performed stably in the college entrance examination. His unsatisfactory results allowed him to enter a not-so-good school. All his classmates were the hard-core ruthless people in high school. Everyone was on their mobile phones late at night, and he realized the truth in front of the computer, so he was embarrassed to go to bed early.

Of course, the biggest reason is that the school does not turn off the lights at night.

He was watching the anchor chattering while watering.

This anchor is called "Big Tiger". He usually plays various stand-alone online games live and chats with the audience when he is tired. Recently, he has opened up a ghost story telling session. The audience recommends ghost stories from various places for the anchor to read. Early I read an article called "Black Tai Sui" some time ago, and the atmosphere was pretty good.

Zhao Yuanyang was listening to the anchor's voice and making jokes in the group. Among the four people in their dormitory, one stayed up all night, and the other two were playing black and white, and their voices were much louder than his.

Seeing the link forwarded by Gu Yingying in the group, Zhao Yuanyang went in absent-mindedly.

He was familiar with Gu Yingying, and he knew that this girl liked to read horror novels, but he was timid and addicted to people. He and his two roommates were always taken to win every time they ranked in the rankings, but they always wanted to win. Choose Big C to prove that you are the same.

But in Zhao Yuanyang's view, those horror novels are not scary at all, they are not as good as "Death is Coming", which only scares little girls.

But when he saw the first sentence of that novel, Zhao Yuanyang felt the surrounding voices disappear.

Those words seemed to have some magical power, dragging Zhao Yuanyang into them. He seemed to have really arrived at the funeral parlor, and the cold and desolate wind blew on the back of his neck, making people shiver.

Soon, Zhao Yuanyang finished reading the novel.

His face was livid, motionless, and his body was as straight as a corpse lying in a freezer.

"Push the base, push the base, push the base and win. Don't fucking try to block the spring and kill people!"

The roar of his roommate came, which relieved Zhao Yuanyang's stiffness a lot.

He twisted his neck and saw that his roommate's teammates were beaten by the resurrected people because they were obsessed with grabbing heads.

But Zhao Yuanyang no longer cares about this.

He felt a kind of sincere fear, fear, and some kind of instinctive horror shrouded his heart. In Zhao Yuanyang's eyes, everything seemed to be different and unreal.

Although he didn't cry out of fear like Gu Yingying did, he still couldn't help shaking his hands slightly, as if he would return to the funeral home as soon as he closed his eyes.

He stood up tremblingly, and found that the muscles in his legs were sore, which was caused by too tight.

Zhao Yuanyang moved his feet, wanting to go to the bathroom to wash his face and wake up. He turned on the tap, and the cold water splashed on his face, which really made him recover a lot from that dazed state.

Opening his eyes, he looked at himself in the mirror.

But under the dim light in the bathroom, Zhao Yuanyang in the mirror was only completely dark, with only a pair of pupils without pupils, staring straight at him outside the mirror.

"!!!"

Zhao Yuanyang's heart suddenly stopped beating for half a beat. He immediately took several steps back and almost fell down. He finally recovered when his back hit the wall.

"Why? Are there cockroaches?"

The roommate who had just lost a round and was still recovering (shuai) turned (guo) and looked at Zhao Yuanyang.

"Mirror, mirror."

Zhao Yuanyang pointed to the mirror in the bathroom, but he could only see his pale face and blue lips inside.

"I know that you are from the north and have never seen cockroaches here, but there is no need to be scared like this, right?"

another roommate quipped.

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Zhao Yuanyang didn't say a word, he secretly glanced at the glasses again, and hurried back to his seat without seeing clearly what was reflected in it.

On the computer, the anchor was still telling ghost stories, but to Zhao Yuanyang, those things were too childish!
Seeing the "scared to death" and "scared" bullet screens posted by the audience, Zhao Yuanyang felt that he had to tell them what the real strange talk was.

After typing on the keyboard, Zhao Yuanyang sent a few bullet screens, but they were quickly brushed away, and the anchor didn't see them at all.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yuanyang spent 30 yuan and sent a striking message.

This kind of comment is highlighted and suspended for a while, and there are different colors according to the money spent.

More than 1000 yuan is red, also known as floating red.

Zhao Yuanyang used to think that spending money to leave messages was a bit too much, but now he is very grateful for this function.

30 yuan is only the price of two canteen meals, but it can spread the fear I just felt to more people, which is a great deal!

The anchor Dahu had just finished reading a ghost story. He took a drink of water and started to read the previous eye-catching message.

"Thank you boss [The Nun and the Fish] for the reward. Isn't this story scary? Maybe I didn't tell it well, haha."

"Thank you boss [high-end hunter] for the reward. You moved the cabinet and stopped playing with it. It's okay. It probably won't come out for a while. You can sleep well tonight."

"Thank you boss [Yangfan Yuanyang] for the reward. I recommend Brother Huzi to read "Rules for Funeral Parlors". It's a novel on Shudong.com. It's very good!"

After Dumb read the last one, he looked at the time and spoke.

"It's not too early today, let's download the last one after we read it."

Immediately, the bullet screen was filled with words such as [It's only eight o'clock], [Please play it a little longer], [Is my sister-in-law calling me], [Here's a scary sleep aid].

Duo glanced at the message just now, and decided to search on Shudong.com.

Anyway, people send money to leave a message, and the anchor is also considered a service industry, so the boss who pays must take care of it.

He opened Shudong.com, searched for the name of the novel, and found out that it was an account called "Scientific Exploration Bot". This account had only twenty fans until Duhu clicked on it.

"Ah this."

He even thought that the owner of this account came here to promote.

Duo decided to take a look first.

But when he saw the first sentence, he felt the surrounding voices disappear.

Immersed in it, after watching it for a full minute, Duhu finally recovered from the weird atmosphere.

Looking at the bullet screens flying by, Duo suddenly felt that it didn't matter who wrote this novel, but it was very suitable as the last story before going to bed.

"Don't worry, everyone. Let's read the last one tonight. This story is very interesting. It's called "Rules of Funeral Parlors."

Dahu majored in broadcasting, so he didn't care about the standards of Mandarin. He spoke in an ups and downs, and he was from Jinmen. He had a talent for cross talk. When he told ghost stories, the show was really effective.

He is very courageous, and he usually reads ghost stories to scare people for fun.

But as the story unfolded, Du Hu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had come to that funeral home.

As he read and recited, Dahu's feeling became more and more serious. He tried to stop, but found that he seemed to be dominated by the words on the screen and couldn't close his mouth at all.

It is as if the body does not belong to oneself, but has become a machine to tell the story.

It is not he who is telling the story, it is the story that is chasing him!

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Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

　I have been collecting materials outside these days, and the bosses who tipped will thank you after I go back!
　　By the way, I saw a Heming tea house here in Chengdu, let me go explore the road and see if there are any good things in it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)