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

At this moment, a familiar opera accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums came into everyone's ears, and then they looked closely at the red carpet in the distance. The wedding procession, led by a sedan chair carried by eight people, was slowly approaching.

Under the bloody moonlight, this scene is exactly like a Chinese horror movie.

What was even more strange was that the eight bearers carrying the bridal sedan were extremely pale, their movements were in unison, but their postures were extremely stiff.

Especially the head on the neck, which manages to remain motionless while the body sways, like a puppet.

Next to the sedan chair, the woman in pink clothes who looked like a matchmaker was also very strange. Her face was painted with bright watercolors, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be pulled up by a string, forcing a smile that was neither real nor fake.

[Do you think this song sounds particularly familiar? ]

[Isn't this the song that was playing on the radio just now? I was wondering why there was a word like "marriage" in it.]

[We have long said that we have seen ghosts and gods in the anchor's live broadcast room, but you still don't believe it. In the past, Wang Hu smashed the statue of Kaiguang God, but that was because the gods were generous and didn't take you seriously. You really thought that ghosts could be the same as gods, but now you have hit a wall! ]

[You deserve it, you're asking for death! ]

[No matter what, what is happening in Wang Hu's camera now should mean that our anchor has won. ]

[It's just a live PK, there's no need to risk your life, Wang Hu, if you still want to live, you'd better beg our anchor. Maybe our anchor will be happy and save you.]

As the sedan chair got closer, Wang Hu struggled harder and harder, but no matter how hard he struggled, his buttocks sitting on the armchair did not move at all.

Wang Hu was completely panicked.

"I...I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so arrogant. Please be magnanimous and save me!"

Ji Chu had a calm expression on his face, tapping his fingers back and forth on the table, neither saying he wanted to help nor saying he didn't want to help.

She waited until the wedding procession stopped outside the ancestral hall, frightening Wang Hu to the point of almost losing control of his bladder, before she spoke loudly.

"The Way of Heaven is complete, three and five are complete, the sun and the moon are together, coming out of the darkness and entering the dark, the Qi spreads the Way, the Qi communicates with the gods, the Qi moves the evil, the ghosts and thieves are all destroyed, those who see me are blind, those who hear me are deaf, those who dare to plot against me will suffer the consequences, I am lucky and they are unlucky."

As soon as the words fell, the matchmaker at the door seemed to be frozen.

"Bite the tip of your tongue quickly!" Ji Chu ordered.

Wang Hu didn't dare to disobey. The next second, he felt the restraints on his body disappear and his butt was no longer stuck to the armchair.

But at the moment Wang Hu stood up, a figure appeared between him and the armchair. Because of the pulling, the figure turned into countless thin threads, which broke like rubber bands and attached themselves to Wang Hu's body.

But Wang Hu didn't pay any attention to this at the moment. He avoided the matchmaker and the sedan chair outside and ran madly back the way he came.

However, no matter how fast he ran, he could not get back to the original road. The surrounding houses also became blurry at this moment, as if they all looked the same!

Wang Hu could no longer hold his breath. Seeing the bridal sedan getting closer and closer to him, he didn't pay attention to his feet for a moment and was tripped by a protruding tree root, falling flat on his face.

[Is this the ghost wall? ]

[Wang Hu has run at least seven or eight laps here, but I can't see what's wrong. Why does he always return to the same place after running for a while? What's the principle behind this? ]

[Ma Xingyu: Isn’t your anchor a metaphysical anchor? Please explain.]

Ji Chu yawned: "If I hadn't taken action just now, Wang Hu would have been taken away by the ghost bride. I would have won this PK a long time ago. Why should I listen to you? Are you my fan?"

[Ma Xingyu: Don’t be ungrateful. Although I am not as good as the number one in your room, if you can please me, I can also beat Wang Hu and become your fan, and become the number two in your live broadcast room! ]

Ji Chu refused repeatedly: "Don't do that. Wang Hu has come to this point today just to flatter you. The fans in my live studio and I are equals. This is not the kind of superior-subordinate relationship that you can see with the naked eye."

As the number one in several live broadcast rooms, Ma Xingyu has never met anyone who doesn't take him seriously. In his opinion, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

[Ma Xingyu: Then I can spend money, right? Is 20 enough for you? ]

Although Ji Chu loves money, she knows which money she should make and which money she shouldn't make. If she agrees to Ma Xingyu this time, then what's the difference between her and Wang Hu.

Wang Hu was lying on the ground, looking at Ma Xingyu's words in the barrage, and he suddenly remembered what he was like when he first became a host.

At that time, he was just an adventure blogger. Relying on his courage, he often went to some deserted places. At that time, he was actually still in awe of ghosts and gods, so he would never touch those things left behind.

Until one day, Ma Xingyu came to his live broadcast room.

The originally harmonious comments went into a frenzy because of his boring remark, and then they even boasted that they would give gifts to him as long as he dared to smash the empty urn on the ground.

Seeing that the comments at that time were all asking him to slap Ma Xingyu in the face, Wang Hu went against his own wishes for the first time.

What he didn't expect was that after he smashed the urn, Ma Xingyu not only gave him gifts worth 1 yuan, but also became his fan.

You have to know that as a small anchor, his total income from three months of live broadcast was only 5000 yuan. Ma Xingyu's 1 yuan made him flattered.

But since then, what Ma Xingyu wanted to see became more and more exciting, and what he did became more and more outrageous.

Perhaps, in the eyes of Ma Xingyu and those fans who fanned the flames, he was just a clown. They didn’t really like watching his live broadcast, but simply wanted to see him commit suicide.

When they can no longer have fun with him, they will ruthlessly kick themselves away, just like now!

Wang Hu clenched his fists and quickly got up from the ground. Seeing that most of the viewers on his side were laughing at him in the barrage, he reached out and clicked on Ji Chu's avatar, then clicked on the follow button.

【Is Wang Hu a fan of the Judge's Pen? 】

【What are you doing? 】

The barrage of comments was still going on, but Wang Hu ignored it and clasped his hands together in front of Ji Chu.

"Host, I lost this PK. After this incident, I seem to have understood something. I shouldn't have been so unscrupulous again and again just for money, popularity, and fans!"

"I apologize to you and your fans for my previous rude remarks. I'm sorry!"

"Now I am also one of your fans. Can you please save me in this capacity? I promise I will never stop being your fan."

Ji Chu didn't care whether Wang Hu was his fan or not. Although what he did was very explosive, he had never done anything unforgivable. It wasn't too late for him to come to his senses now.

[Ma Xingyu: You admit defeat now. Are you still a man if you admit defeat to a woman?]

Ji Chu said coldly: "Ma Xingyu, several outdoor adventure bloggers you follow have accidentally lost their lives due to your instigation!"

"Although they are greedy, you are taking advantage of human weakness to trample on life at will. Isn't that a sin?"

Ma Xingyu was not afraid at all and still shouted: Then let me get my retribution!

Ji Chu curled his lips: "You will come to me!"