Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

"That's right, hurry up, I will feel uncomfortable if I don't listen to your story for a day."

"Anchor, hello, I'm a primary school student, and I came to your live broadcast room for the first time today, may I ask, should I go through the process or just scare the urine?"

"Upstairs, I suggest you pull it directly."

"Pull +1 directly!"

The barrage atmosphere is very pleasant.

Everyone was talking and laughing too.

Lin Xiao glanced at the live broadcast room.

Only then did he speak slowly: "Everyone, today's story is about to begin, please be prepared."

"One day, a teenage boy passed by a cemetery in the forest."

"On the way, he didn't see anything strange, but as soon as he got home, he developed a high fever."

"I took injections and took medicine for several days, but it didn't get better. The fever always subsided, and the fever subsided."

"At this time, an old man in the village said: Go and see He Xiangu, maybe she can be cured!"

"He Xiangu is a well-known witch."

"It is said that when she was very young, she already had a spiritual connection."

"Hearing what the old man said, the little boy's mother picked him up and ran to He Xiangu's house without saying a word."

"After explaining the purpose of coming."

"Sitting on the bamboo chair, He Xiangu kept shaking her legs and yawning."

"Then."

"She slowly opened her eyes."

"If you look carefully, you will find that there seems to be something deep in He Xiangu's right eye..."

"He Xiangu lit three incense sticks, circled them around the boy's head, and muttered something."

"No one could understand what she was saying."

"It's like a monk chanting scriptures."

"Two minutes later, He Xiangu's eyes widened suddenly, she stared straight at the boy's mother, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: Your son has encountered something unclean. This thing is a man. He is in his thirties, tall, and the cemetery should be in the northeast corner of your village."

"After finishing speaking, He Xiangu picked up a pack of paper money from the side, handed it to the boy's mother, and said: Take this pack of paper money and burn it at the intersection at the foot of the mountain at midnight."

"The boy's mother was naturally grateful, and carried the boy back home."

"Just got home."

"The boy started to burn again and started talking nonsense."

"Seeing this, the boy's mother didn't care about being afraid. When it was twelve o'clock at night, she came directly to a crossroad at the foot of the mountain."

"According to He Xiangu's instructions, she burned all the paper money, and kept saying in her mouth: Please, please let my son go, he is still a child, if he offends you in any way, please forgive me." Hold your hands high, don't make things difficult for him!"

"Hey, really don't say it."

"He Xiangu's method is indeed effective."

"When the boy's mother returned home that night, the boy's fever disappeared completely."

"And, for a few days, there was no fever again."

"In this way, people in the village will inevitably start to discuss, whose dead ghost is this, who actually did such a wicked thing."

"later."

"A woman scanned Li Lanying's house with her eyes."

"Everyone suddenly realized and nodded."

"From now on."

"Many people went down the mountain when it was dark and saw dark shadows swaying in the cemetery."

"So..."

"There are more and more discussions."

"this day."

"Li Lanying took a bucket of clothes and went to the river to wash them."

"On the bluestone slab by the river, there is a row of women washing clothes squatting."

"The old and the young are talking and laughing."

"However, when they saw Li Lanying coming, they all fell silent. All of them just buried their heads in washing their clothes."

"Li Lanying just glanced at them and squatted down to wash the clothes."

"About half an hour later, everyone was still silent as if they were playing together, as if they had made an appointment in advance."

"When Li Lanying wrung out the last piece of clothing and threw it into the bucket, she just left with the bucket."