Let me see which unlucky person is here to tell fortunes today

Seeing that the audience in Ji Chu's live broadcast room were all persuading him to admit defeat, and the audience on his side were all scolding him for being shameful, Wang Hu, who had recovered from his shock, almost broke his teeth.

In order to save his image, he suddenly burst into laughter, which made everyone involuntarily question him.

【Is Wang Hu crazy? 】

[What are you doing? Why are you making so much noise?]

Wang Hu smiled awkwardly and said to the camera: "You guys are too scared. I just acted it out and you all believed it!"

This wave of self-explosion really confused many people.

[Okay, Wang Hu, it turns out it was just an act. You are making fun of me, right? ]

[As expected of Brother Tiger, his acting is great. I am sweating on my forehead. 】

But there are still many people who believe their own eyes.

[Why don’t I look like I’m acting? ]

[Dude, don't be so stubborn! ]

[I think you fans of the Judge's Pen are just being stubborn. What era is this? I just made a projection and fooled you guys! ]

[Whose money would the scammers steal if not from you? ]

Ji Chu shook her head slightly. It seemed that Wang Hu would not turn back until he hit the wall. But that was also good. She just wanted to investigate what happened in Fengmen Village.

As a result, over the past 300 years, only a handful of dead souls from Fengmen Village have entered the underworld to be reincarnated.

"It's still undecided who will win or lose. Mr. Wang, are you still going to smash the tape recorder?"

Wang Hu glanced at the portrait above with a guilty conscience. It was the first time he disobeyed the top brother on the list.

"I won't smash it. After all, it's the old man's legacy. If it's something valuable and the old man's family wants it back, I can't afford to pay for it."

[Ma Xingyu: Wang Hu, are you scared? ]

Wang Hu smiled awkwardly: "Just because I'm not afraid of the dead doesn't mean I'm not afraid of the living, right?"

The reason of relic was far-fetched but useful. Even Ma Xingyu couldn't estimate the value of the tape recorder for a while, so he could only shut up in dissatisfaction.

Coming out of the house where the portrait was placed, Wang Hu set out for the ancestral hall again.

But as he walked, he always felt something was wrong, as if something was missing around him!

[Brother Hu, where is the coffin that you saw with the flashlight when you came in just now? ]

Wang Hu was shocked and picked up a flashlight to shine around. Just before entering the house, he saw the coffin parked outside the door, but now it had disappeared, and there was no trace of it.

[Wang Hu, don't team up with that bitch, Judge Pen, to build momentum. Are you attacking feudalism, or are you proving feudalism?]

[Why do you have all kinds of reasons? ]

[That’s right, our anchor refused to answer, and you shouted that our anchor was cowardly. Our anchor answered, and you said that our anchor was practicing feudal superstition and was a liar. Now that something inexplicable has occurred, you are saying that Wang Hu and our anchor are in collusion. Have you really finished saying the good and bad things? ]

[Is this the time to worry about this? Where are the coffins near the gate? ]

[There has always been this rumor in Fengmen Village. The coffin we saw before disappeared when we went there again. I'm afraid we may have witnessed this strange rumor.]

Seeing that Ji Chu didn't have to do anything and the scales of winning and losing were tilted towards her, Wang Hu strode towards the ancestral hall.

"Fengmen Village is very famous, and I'm not the only one who can come here to explore. Moreover, I specially warned before the live broadcast. Maybe it's my colleagues who are unhappy with me, or someone's fans who are causing trouble for me!"

Ji Chu's fans were very angry at the random indirect accusations. It had only been a short time since the live broadcast, but this Wang Hu had already thrown so much dirty water on them.

Even Ji Chu, who was usually good-tempered, had a stern face.

He said she was good but her fans were not. This Wang Hu must be taught a lesson later.

Although Fengmen Village is eerie, it does not occupy too large an area. Not long after, Wang Hu arrived at the only house facing south and north in the entire village, which is also the only ancestral hall in the entire village.

The ancestral hall as a whole is much more majestic than other houses because the materials used in its construction are of excellent quality, making it appear to be of a higher level than those houses.

Wang Hu had learned a lesson after the incident with the portrait. He did not rush in, but stood at the door, using a flashlight to explore the interior of the ancestral hall before he stepped in.

[I thought there would be many tablets in the ancestral hall, but it seems that the villagers took all the tablets with them when they left.]

[Is the old armchair in the middle of the ancestral hall the most evil thing in the village that the host mentioned? ]

[I just searched Fengmen Village, and the rumors online are even scarier than what the anchor said. It says that anyone who sits on this chair will die, and that if you move the chair away, it will return to its original position the next day.]

[Ma Xingyu: Wang Hu, it's time to break the feudal superstition and sit on it! ]

[Brother Hu, to be honest, I didn't believe it at first, but I was really scared by the disappearing coffins just now. It's better to believe it than not to believe it. You should think twice! ]

[Brother Hu, you are my electronic pet that I have raised for a long time. Although I like watching you challenge others, I really don’t want to kill you. I don’t recommend you to sit on this thing, but if you insist on sitting on it, if you die suddenly, you can’t come to me through the network cable! ]

[Wang Hu, the composition of your fans is too complicated. Why do you still need to write a disclaimer? ]

Wang Hu had long lost the arrogance he had when he first entered the village. Facing the dusty armchair in front of him, he felt very guilty.

But the arrow has been put on the string and has to be shot. If he backs down, his live streaming career will be over, which is not the result he wants to see.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a chair."

After saying that, Wang Hu adjusted the camera and slowly sat down on the throne in front of hundreds of thousands of netizens.

But at the moment his butt touched the armchair, the two white candles on the incense table behind him suddenly turned into blood-red candles and burned with a strange blue-green light.

Festive red lanterns appeared on the eaves and four corners of the ancestral hall, and with the ancestral hall as the center, red lanterns and ribbons quickly appeared on the surrounding houses.

This scene amazed not only Wang Hu's fans, but even Ji Chu's fans who had seen the world.

[Ma Xingyu: What’s going on? ]

[Why does this scene look so much like a wedding scene? ]

[Look, there's a red carpet rolling out! ]

Everyone looked towards the red cloth that was rolling in the distance, and indeed they saw a rolled-up red carpet.

No one pushed the red carpet, but it kept going towards the ancestral hall until it was laid outside the hall, and the length was just right.

[Her vision, her vision~]

[It seems like the stars are shining~]

[How can barrage also send voice? 】

[Hahaha, you guys are too mean, but I have to say, this BGM is really appropriate. ]

Wang Hu was stunned by the scene in front of him. If what he saw was an illusion created by the Judge's Pen, he was clearly the one who took the initiative in the PK today, so how could the other party have arranged it in advance?

What's even more terrifying is that his butt seemed to be glued to the armchair at this moment and he couldn't get free at all!