Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

"Suman's eyes widened, his breathing became extremely heavy, and his body shook like chaff."

"Such a plot has appeared in her novels. Now, when it actually happens in front of her, the feeling is completely different!"

"Looking at his dead son, Uncle Fu completely collapsed. He yelled loudly, with a shrill and gloomy voice: No!"

"His two eyes are bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth are drooling, as if he is demented."

"The last sliver of sanity is completely lost."

"Uncle Fu held the sickle tightly, stared at the doll on the table who was still smiling, and shouted: You killed my son! You killed my son!! I will kill you! I will make you immortal Don't be overborn!!"

"After speaking, Forbe rushed towards the doll."

"He frantically swung the sickle in his hand and slashed at the doll's body."

"Then, a terrifying scene appeared."

"Bloody red blood flowed from the doll's body!"

"That's right, it's not cotton, but dazzling blood!"

"Suman's spirit is about to collapse."

"All of this, to her, is like a dream."

"Just as Uncle Fu was chopping vigorously, suddenly he swiped his hand, and the sickle slashed directly across his neck."

"Blood splashed from Forbe's neck on the wall in an instant."

"Forbe is dead."

"His son is also dead."

"And that doll also disappeared out of thin air at the moment Uncle Fu died."

"In the end, Suman was saved."

"When she got home, she directly rejected the manuscript and sealed it forever."

"In a few days."

"Suman received a call from Xiaoyun's mother."

"On the phone, Xiaoyun's mother said that Xiaoyun died half a month ago."

"Hearing this news, Suman's body felt like it was struck by lightning."

"impossible!"

"How could Xiaoyun have died half a month ago?!"

"At this moment, less than ten days have passed since Suman and Xiaoyun went to live in the villa!!"

"Cold sweat suddenly broke out on her forehead..."

"Everyone, even if this story ends here, even if it is completely over, as for when Xiaoyun died, everyone can use their imaginations to think about it. Different ideas will lead to different results. Finally, the ghosts talk nonsense, Believe it or not.”

The first story is officially over.

The popularity of Lin Xiao's live broadcast room has approached five million.

Netizens on the supernatural forum are still pouring in.

This time, Lin Xiao didn't take too much rest, but started telling the second story directly.

"Old Wang is a big truck driver."

"He is in his fifties this year and has been in this industry for thirty years."

"He has been a car follower since he was in his teens. He bought a car after he got his driver's license at the age of [-]."

"I drank with him that day."

"Old Wang told me such a strange thing."

"On this day, it was around evening time. Lao Wang was just about to eat, but he received a call from a cargo owner, saying that there was an urgent shipment that needed to be shipped to City J."

"The price offered by the owner is very attractive."

"Old Wang didn't even think about it, and he didn't care about eating, so he just put on a piece of clothing and went out."

"After loading the goods, it is already past ten o'clock at night."

"To go to City J, there are two options. One is to take the expressway, but the toll is more than [-]. The second is to take the national road. The road is okay. Although the distance is a bit farther, it is definitely a more cost-effective choice."

"Old Wang is more frugal on weekdays."

"With such a total, I immediately drove on the national highway."

"After driving for about half an hour, Lao Wang's stomach is already croaking with hunger."

"I ate two small buns, but I'm not full at all."

"He himself has a little hypoglycemia, and his brain has begun to go dark."

"Fortunately, there are not many cars on this road, otherwise, it would be really dangerous."

"Helpless, he had no choice but to drive forward while looking around for restaurants."