It was a fortune-telling live broadcast, but one billion people watched it

The sound of the axe hitting the door was very loud. The person on the phone didn't hear it, but Zeng Zixing heard it.

"Someone seems to be looking for me outside, anchor, I won't play with you anymore."

Luosangsang looked at Zeng Zixing who was hesitating and refusing to listen to him, and thought about hanging up the live broadcast, and couldn't help but sigh.

Luosangsang felt that although he was still very young, he started to act like an adult after live streaming, and he always wanted to sigh.

Luosangsang cheered up and said, "Uncle Zeng, you have ten seconds to check the situation at the study door. You must lock the toilet door and climb out of the window as I say. Only in this way can you survive."

[Survive? Is there really a mystery coming? Sorry, I've read too many Tomato articles recently, so I can't help but think of the mystery. ]

[This is at Brother Wushuang's house, right? If it is a mysterious advent, then isn't it a copy of Sweet Home? ]

【Sweet home? I like to shake hands with the one above, and I also like to watch infinite works. 】

[Isn't this topic too off topic? How could something strange happen in broad daylight? But if you're curious about what's going on outside, Brother Wushuang can go over and take a look.]

[Support +1, the host said that you can watch it for ten seconds, it’s okay. ]

[Support +1 to take a look. If you act faster, you will definitely make it in time. 】

Zeng Zixing was confused again. What on earth was this live broadcast room for? The host asked him to do this and that, and just now he asked him to lock the door and climb out the window to leave. Now he gave him ten seconds to look outside?

Zeng Zixing firmly believes that these barrage comments are either from random netizens or are in collaboration with the anchor.

There was another clang of the axe hitting the solid wooden door. Zeng Zixing was curious about what was going on, so he simply opened the toilet door and took two steps to take a look.

"Let me take a look." Zeng Zixing held his phone in front of him with interest. "Bang, bang, look who's knocking on the door, and the host doesn't want me to meet him. Is he trying to give me a big surprise?"

After taking two steps forward, about five seconds had passed, and the person outside the door swung at him with another axe.

It had been hit three times in a row, and the door panel that had been attacked was already shaking.

With a loud cracking sound, the person outside violently split a hole in the wooden door, and the man's face was exposed in front of Zeng Zixing.

This was an ordinary face and a strange face. Zeng Zixing did not recognize him.

The man should not be tall, and he could be seen everywhere when walking on the road. The flying broken wood scratched his face, leaving a bloody mark, making him look hideous.

His eyes were bloodshot and he was breathing heavily because he had used all his strength to break the door.

When his eyes met Zeng Zixing's, the coldness in his eyes made Zeng Zixing shiver.

The man looked at himself as if he were a dead person...

After seeing Zeng Zixing, the man, who was originally a little tired, now seemed to be re-invigorated. He smashed the door hard with the axe in his hand again, and this time the hole in the door became bigger.

The hole was big enough for one of his hands, so the man put away the axe and reached his injured right hand through the hole. His hand touched the door handle, but because of the blood on his hand, his right hand slipped and failed to open the locked door.

His movements were so rough that the blood from the wound caused by the glass flowed directly from the door handle and formed a small pool on the red cherry wood floor.

Ignoring his bleeding hand, the man once again grasped the inner door's latch and twisted it, attempting to unlock it.

"Shit!" Zeng Zixing finally came to his senses. He was frightened out of his wits by this action and almost fell down because he turned around too quickly. This time he understood why he was given ten seconds. If it was more than ten seconds, the other party would have come in directly!

Is this a show? Did the anchor hire someone to play a prank on him?

As soon as this thought came into Zeng Zixing's mind, he quickly shook his head.

It was impossible for someone to act like this. The man's eyes were filled with death, and he looked at himself as if he were a dead person.

Zeng Zixing suspected without hesitation that the other party wanted to kill him. Human life is precious, especially since Zeng Zixing had achieved financial freedom at the age of 30. He didn't want to die at all!

Zeng Zixing ran to the bathroom and locked the door immediately. He had already heard hurried footsteps outside, and Zeng Zixing didn't dare to delay any longer.

He didn't have time to ask the host what to do. He remembered clearly what the host had just said: to escape through the toilet window!

Zeng Zixing put his cell phone into his trouser pocket and quickly climbed out of the window.

There was a small balcony outside the window. He stood firmly and was about to go down when he heard a loud sound of the door breaking.

Zeng Zixing's heart trembled, and he was glad that the bathroom was decorated with wooden doors. If he had followed the recommendation and used Changhong glass doors, he was afraid that they would not be able to withstand the blow of the axe.

Then he would probably be caught by that man immediately.

escape!

This was the only thought in Zeng Zixing's mind. He tried to move faster, but his fat body could not keep up with his consciousness. He tried hard to maintain his balance and escape to the first floor without getting hurt.

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In the live broadcast room, Zeng Zixing's screen went black, but the barrage of comments did not decrease as the other person's screen went black. It exploded to a certain level of intensity.

[I didn't realize it just now, was there someone using an axe to chop the door? And his hand was sticking in? There was a lot of blood on his hand.]

[It's not a ghost, I think it's just a person. Is he chasing Brother Wushuang? What's going on. ]

[The murderer's eyes were quite interesting. I shuddered just now. I felt that it was not fake. I planned to call the police, but I didn't know where Brother Wushuang was, so I couldn't call the police.]

[I have an idea. Did you notice that Brother Wushuang really gave out a lot of money? Is this money from illegal sources? Someone is really looking for revenge this time. If the anchor knows where it is, the anchor should call the police.]

[Come on, it must be a script. There is no truth to it.]

[Anchor, the other party's screen is black, why don't you tell me who is chasing Zeng Zixing. This is also a melon-eating content. ]

When Luosangsang saw someone asking to know who the person being hunted was, he said softly, "You can tell me about him, but you have to wait a while."

Zeng Zixing would definitely turn on her cell phone after going downstairs, as she had more important things to do.

As soon as Luosangsang finished speaking, Zeng Zixing took out his cell phone. He was panting heavily because of running. "Host, I want to run while listening to your voice. You, you talk to me. You can speak louder. I will point the phone to the back. Please help me see if that person is catching up. If an axe is thrown at me, tell me how to dodge it?!"

Zeng Zixing held the phone in his right hand and placed it directly on his lower back. He did not stop running, so the camera was shaking a lot.

A man holding an axe appeared in the shaking camera, with blood on the axe. The man put the axe away and jumped down from the second-floor balcony.