Zeng Xiaoxian, the Strongest Running Man

"Thrilling, exciting, terrifying, full of unknowns? What kind of story is this?"

Judy's curiosity was aroused by these words, and her drowsy head suddenly became sober.

"Isn't Teacher Zeng telling an emotional story today?"

At the same time, in a certain corner of the city, a young man who had just lost his love was tossing and turning in the rental house, unable to sleep. He turned on the radio function on his mobile phone, tuned to "Your Moon, My Heart" and prepared to call the host. People talk about it.But what he heard were words like "thrilling", "exciting", "horror", and "full of unknowns", which seemed to have nothing to do with emotion.

He instinctively wanted to turn off the radio, but out of a trace of curiosity in his heart, he listened to it temporarily. He wanted to see what kind of medicine was bought in the host's gourd.

"This is a story about Tufuzi." Zeng Xiaoxian's tone became slow and deep.

"Fifty years ago, in Biaoziling, Changsha, four Tu Fuzi were squatting on a small mound. All of them were silent, and their eyes were fixed on the Luoyang shovel on the ground. The shovel still carried the The soil brought out, the strange thing is that this cup of soil is constantly oozing bright red liquid, as if it has just been dipped in blood..."

6. Causes screams in the middle of the night (4/5 for collection!)

Zeng Xiaoxian's voice flowed through the airwaves, with ups and downs, rendering the tense atmosphere just right.

"After half an hour, the robbery hole had been drilled to the bottom. Except for the second brother who came up to breathe, he couldn't even hear the sound clearly in the hole. The third child became impatient and yelled into the hole: "Grandpa , have you dug it through?'"

"..."

"The blood-red thing squatted in the grass without moving. The youngest walked within three steps, and suddenly felt his scalp tingling and his stomach churning. It was clearly a skinned person..."

"what!"

Zhu Di couldn't help but let out a terrified cry. She has always been a bold girl, and ordinary ghost stories can't scare her at all, but the story Zeng Xiaoxian told today, although it didn't sound too scary at first, as the story As the atmosphere progressed and the atmosphere piled up, Judy felt a slight chill on the back of her neck.

When it was revealed that the blood-red thing squatting in the grass was a skinned person, a terrifying picture formed in Judy's mind. All emotions were vented at this moment, and that terrified cry couldn't help shouting out.

In the rental house, the lovelorn young man got up from the bed with a grunt, and turned on the light in the rental house, "I'm going, it's so scary, I wouldn't have listened to it if I knew it! But I've heard half of it, so let's just listen to this." Listen to one episode!"

Even he himself didn't realize that the sadness of losing his love has faded a lot.

A row of taxis were parked at the entrance of the Red Star Nightclub, and some drivers who failed to get customers couldn't help but turn on the radio in the car to pass the time.

Suddenly, there was a scream from inside a taxi, and some enthusiastic taxi drivers rushed over.

"Old Zhang, what's the matter? What's your name, it's the middle of the night!"

"Yeah, Old Zhang, we were almost scared to death by you!"

"..."

"You listen to this radio, it's really scary!" Lao Zhang pointed to the radio in the car, and Zeng Xiaoxian's cadenced voice came from it.

"It's scary, you still listen, can't you just turn it off?"

"No, no, the story is very exciting, I'll listen to it for a while, you guys go to work first!" Lao Zhang sent all the other drivers away.

However, a few drivers were not in a hurry to leave. Anyway, there are no customers now, and it is good to listen to the stories.So more and more people gathered beside Lao Zhang's car, and finally almost all the dozen or so taxi drivers at the entrance of the Red Star Nightclub gathered beside Lao Zhang's car.

Several drunken guests in the nightclub walked out with each other's arms. They saw a taxi, but there was no driver, and another one, and there was still no driver.

The guest was angry, "Nimma, where did the driver die? Are you still trying to attract customers?"

……

Love Apartments.

Lu Zhanbo hugged a radio, howled, and rushed into Hu Yifei's room, "Sister, I want to sleep in your room tonight!"

Hu Yifei was putting on a facial mask and getting ready to go to bed. When she heard Lu Zhanbo's words, she immediately lost her composure. She picked up a feather duster and wanted to drive people away, "How old are you, and you still come to sleep in my room? What happened?"

"I listened to Mr. Zeng's program." Lu Zhanbo admitted honestly.

Hu Yifei was a little unresponsive.

"Isn't that guy's show a cure for insomnia?"

Lu Zhanbo turned up the volume of the radio, "No, Mr. Zeng told a supernatural story tonight. It's very nice, but it's too scary!"

"Spiritual stories? That guy can still tell supernatural stories? It's true!"

Hu Yifei also listened curiously, and Zeng Xiaoxian's familiar voice came to his ears.

"The third child vaguely felt that something was wrong. Why was the voice different from what he heard just now? Unfortunately, he couldn't think at this time. He raised his head reflexively and saw a huge strange face bending down. Looking at him from the body, there is no life in the two eyes without pupils..."

Hu Yifei didn't think that Zeng Xiaoxian could tell any good stories at all. She was just curious for a while, and wanted to drive Lu Zhanbo away after hearing a few words and then go to bed. After all, she had to go to work tomorrow morning.But Zeng Xiaoxian's story is like a huge magnet, which firmly attracts Hu Yifei's ears.

7. The hotline is blown up! (5/5 for collection!)

At this time, Judy was crazy busy. Originally, there were almost no calls to the hotline during the emotional story segment. Only when the audience asked questions did a dozen or so calls come in.However, Zeng Xiaoxian is still telling stories today, and the hotline has been blown up.

"Hey, wait a moment, our host will connect you to the hotline after the story is finished."

"Don't get excited, it's best to straighten out your question, don't ask illogical questions, thank you for your cooperation!"

"..."

The three phones in front of Judy kept ringing.

In the studio, Zeng Xiaoxian looked at his watch and felt that the time was almost up. He said in a gentle voice: "My audience, thank you for listening to the story Xiaoxian told you. We will continue tomorrow night. Next, we will enter the audience call session. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact us!"

Zeng Xiaoxian made an OK gesture to the cubicle where Zhu Di was. This is the gesture that he and Zhu Di only agreed on. If Zeng Xiaoxian makes an OK gesture, it means that the audience has entered the call link, and Zhu Di can call the audience. The call has been transferred to the studio.

In the next half an hour, Zeng Xiaoxian answered dozens of hotline calls, which was much denser than usual.Moreover, the hotlines that are usually called are basically looking for him to complain and ask for comfort.And almost all of the incoming calls this time were about notes about tomb robbers.

Someone asked what is Luoyang shovel.