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Chapter 38 The Weird Ancestral Hall

"Let's just say that there is a child in this village. He really opened the legendary eye of the sky. Let me tell you, I will tell you not to spread it." Min Houze also deliberately whispered a lot: "The child at that time, since childhood I can see ghosts, but I haven’t seen them since I grew up. Later, when his mother died, he didn’t know where he heard about Tou Qi, so he wrapped himself up in a mat in the mourning hall and watched it secretly in the cracks. The mother came back, and stopped touching the furniture while walking. The child couldn't help it, and cried out "Mother!" As a result, her mother suddenly turned green and fangs rushed towards him. The next day, the family found the child passed out in the mourning hall in……"

Min Houze was quite addicted to cigarettes, and he was smoking cigarettes one by one.But smoking belongs to smoking, he has never stopped talking about ghost stories, and he is also very courageous. I have never seen him afraid until now. Wang Yang is relatively calm in the live broadcast now, but the fat man dare not make a sound after Wang Yang. The true character of an otaku.

"King, tell him to shut up, or I will shut down the live broadcast."

"Tell him to shut up, or unsubscribe..."

"Unsubscribe +1"

"My husband and I were terrified of looking at our phones in bed"

"This person is brain-dead, how can he tell ghost stories at this time?"

Wang Yang actually thinks that Min Houze has his own way, at least the ghost stories are told with both emotion and emotion, which makes people's blood pressure rise.

"Let's say a few words, what kind of frightened Wu Lin is? Such an adult talking so much nonsense."

The voice was low but it interrupted Min Houze's story. He smiled, as if he realized his mistake, stopped talking, and the live broadcast room was calmer, except that there would be occasional high-energy reminders ahead.

High energy ahead?Maybe.A few people have reached Dongshui Village, and now they are going to the village ancestral hall. The nearby villages used to be a family, and now there are many people with the surname Ou. In ancient times, they hid in the mountains to avoid wars. The ancestral hall is also haunted by Dongshui Village. In the most places, along the way Min Houze also talked about things here, some people will hear discussions and see ghosts here.

The three of them slowly stepped into the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is about [-] meters outside the village. It occupies a large area. You can vaguely see the glorious appearance of the ancestral hall in the past. was removed.

Stepping in the door, the inside is empty, under the light of the flashlight, the dust is clearly visible, every step is dusty, the ground is not cement, but a floor, this wooden board does not know how many years, walking on There was a creaking sound from above.

Fatty raised his feet, tried not to make a sound, his eyes flickered, but he always looked forward, breathing quickly, and sometimes took a deep breath. Millions of people in the live broadcast room were very nervous, and the function of the fat man was to ease the tension in the live broadcast room The atmosphere, many people in the live broadcast room fell in love with this fat man, because he is very similar to most people.

As several people entered, the dust on the floor also began to rise. Wang Yang held his breath. He regretted not wearing a mask. The smelly, sour dust was directly sucked into his stomach, which made people sick.

"What's the smell? Why is it so stinky?" Wu Lin covered his nose, feeling dizzy from the smell.

"What's the sound?" Min Houze said.

Hearing this, Wang Yang stopped searching the ancestral hall, the people quieted down, the insects chirped in the woods, the breathing of the people, the faint barking of a dog in the distance, there was no extra sound except the name.

"No, what did you hear?"

Wang Yang pulled out a knife, which was redeemed today, and used up nearly 8000 million points. This knife is called Jianghu Qiuyueming. This knife did not appear in ancient China, so there is no introduction. This is another world stuff.

This knife is longer than a dagger, but shorter than a sword. It is just right to tie on the calf. Wang Yang especially values ​​his attributes, which have the effect of warding off evil spirits. It deals 50% more damage to undead, and the blade is hard. In the future, I can cut any bamboo at will.

"I heard someone talking about us." Wu Lin trembled with fear, pointed to the door beside him and said, "It seems to be inside, a large group of people are talking, I can't hear clearly, it seems to be a group of old people."

Min Houze stopped smoking, and said he also heard someone talking.

Wang Yang himself didn't hear anything, but he was even more disgusted, and wanted to get out of this ancestral hall sooner.

Walking over to put his hand gently on the door, Wu Lin suddenly said: "Don't open it, let's go!"

"Aren't you afraid that your friends will laugh at you when you go back?" Min Houze said.

Wang Yang didn't speak, and pushed the door lightly, a long room appeared in front of several people, and there was nothing inside, Wang Yang took a flashlight to take a look around the room, the tables here were stepped, obviously used Come to the place where the spiritual tablet is placed, the wind blows in from the open door, and it rotates back and forth in this small room without windows, making a whirring sound, as if someone is whispering something softly in the ear.

Wang Yang went in for a while, let the people in the live broadcast room see the room clearly, and then said: "Let's go, let's go out, the nausea is unbearable"

The little fat man suddenly yelled, turned around and ran outside.

What the hell did you see?

Wang Yang turned his head subconsciously, and then there was nothing. He kept hearing something vaguely in his ears, but he couldn't hear clearly when he listened carefully.

Wu Lin also regretted it after running out. He felt even more scared by himself now. When several people were in the room of the spirit space just now, he could clearly see a white figure following behind Wang Yang. When Wang Yang turned around, , the figure floated in the air and followed Wang Yang's turning around to reveal his face. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt the cold eyes staring at him firmly. At that time, he turned and ran without any thought.

But running on the road, the village seemed to come alive, with children playing and adults shouting, a lively village appeared in front of his eyes.

"Hey, what did you see?" A palm rested on his shoulder, and Wu Lin was so frightened that he turned around with his eyes closed and waved his hand indiscriminately.

Wang Yang is live broadcasting now. How could he be hit by such an attack with his [-] or so attributes and various skills instilled by the system? He blocked the slap with his left hand, grabbed it quickly, and shouted.

"It's not over, is it?"

Wu Lin opened his eyes, saw Wang Yang, and immediately burst into tears.

"I want to go back."

"What did you see?" Wang Yang was also very nervous. The fat man's reaction was too abnormal. Min Houze ran off somewhere, and he didn't see anyone else when he left the ancestral hall.

Wu Lin looked up at Wang Yang's back, but he didn't see that thing, so he said, "Just now there was a figure behind you in the ancestral hall, it's a ghost, it's a ghost."

There was a commotion in the studio.

"I didn't see it."

"The camera is next to the fat man, why didn't we see it?"

"King also said that he heard something, but we didn't hear it either."

"really"

"It's not fake, the outdoor live broadcast was so frightening last time"

"Yeah, I remember that anchor, he said that you can see ghosts everywhere you go"

Wang Yang was very annoyed by these words, and was about to say something to Wu Lin when he heard a thumping sound.

"Boom"

It was the sound of knocking on wood, and occasionally nails on the wall.

"Boom"

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PS: Everyone doesn’t like to watch Running Man, so let Wang Yang quit. This is the city, so the author promises not to write about comprehension, or fantasy. Now this can be explained by science, and it’s not beyond reality. Please ticket! ! !
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