Bundled Live Broadcast: I told you not to go too crazy!

"Didn't I say I would avenge you? Why... cough... cough cough", the man lowered his eyes to look at the hand that pierced his chest, then looked up in disbelief at Xiao Cui who was in a blackened state.

Her mouth was sewn up with black thread, and she couldn't make any sound in her blackened state, but her mouth was stretched into a strange arc, and she raised her head slightly as if looking down at him, with an obvious mocking expression.

The next moment, Xiao Cui pulled her hand out, and the gushing blood dyed her clothes red, and began to meander along the place where he fell, but she disappeared without looking back.

Such bloody and brutal scenes continued to appear in various live broadcast rooms, and only a few people were left from the original group.

The handsome young man who had been hiding in the toilet stayed there all night until dawn. He followed the clues he found and found his way to the study, where he was checking the account books.

A cute girl with a round face was also trapped in the toilet. Obviously, the wedding dress ghost did not go in. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.

Her live broadcast name is "Kawaii Taotao", and probably because of this name, she is lucky enough to have survived until now.

However, after the wedding ceremony, she was covered with wounds. She used life-saving props to escape, otherwise she would have ended up like the previous anchor.

After the wedding ceremony and the bridal chamber, she would be sealed in a coffin. Thinking of this, she shuddered all over.

While she was squatting in the toilet in agony, the handsome young man named "The Poor and Lonely Little One" had already finished reading all the chronicles in the study.

Combined with the background of this copy, he probably has already understood the story behind this copy. Next, he may have to find the burial place of his bride.

But the danger would be doubled in the dark, so he didn't dare to step out of the study easily at this moment, and could only stay in it until dawn.

However, this copy obviously didn't want him to have an easy time, or didn't want him to pass it.

The bride began to sing opera outside the study, each voice becoming sadder and clearer than the last, in a humming voice.

Her long red nails began to scratch the window gently, then moved to the door, but she was not in a hurry to push the door open, teasing it like a cat scratching a mouse.

The “poor little helpless girl” squatted in the corner, hugged herself tightly, shivering and about to cry, murmuring softly: “Amitabha, God of the Infinite Heaven, please bless me, please don’t let me die, I have managed to survive until now with great difficulty…”

The comment section is bustling with activity. I really admire these night owls. Some are gloating over the host's misfortune, while others are feeling pity for him.

After all, for such a temporarily level-less live broadcast, many people will be willing to pay a large sum of money to purchase it or use props to redeem the information in the copy after completing it.

As the barrage of comments became more and more numerous, the "poor, lonely and helpless little boy" no longer dared to look at the comments, nor did he dare to look outside. He kept huddling in the corner, forcing himself not to listen or look.

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Shi Yunan was in a trance. With Su Niantao's call of "Sir", some fragments flashed through his mind so fast that he couldn't catch them.

There was a sharp pain in his head and his body swayed a few times. He quickly stood firm again, then lowered his eyes and pondered quietly.

Why was he tied up and forced to participate in this live broadcast, why did someone do that to him that night... Why didn't the real ghosts in this copy hurt him?

In the past two days, he often fell asleep in different places. He was interrupted before and didn't have time to think deeply, so what did Su Niantao mean by "sir" now...

As if she saw Shi Yunan's doubt, Su Niantao said, "This is your path. You will know when you walk on it."

Then she paused, and then she spoke as if she was organizing her words: "Tell me all the stories you know, and then I will send you away from here."

Shi Yunan raised his eyes to look at her and slowly said: "Why should I believe you?"

"I have no right to tell you, but you must leave now, and you will find out later."

"Heh," Shi Yunan suddenly sneered.

The screen of the live broadcast room went black again at some point, and not a single word of the conversation here was leaked out. Shi Yunan turned his head and looked in the direction of the live broadcast room.

A feeling of anger welled up in my heart, and I felt angry about the misfortune they had experienced before.

However, what made him most angry now was that he was forced to complete a task, a task he had no idea would happen next.

What a ridiculous thing, being dragged in for no apparent reason and experiencing life and death, why was it him?

It's him again. Why is it him again? Does it have to be him? Is there no one else besides him? Why does it seem like all the bad things have to happen to him...

It's the same in reality and it's the same here. Can he really not escape it?

Shi Yunan raised his head and covered his face with his hands, as if smiling. Crystal tears slid down his delicate face, and he felt an inexplicable sense of deep sadness in his heart.

And I don’t know what kind of person took advantage of him here. He is a grown man, but he wants to die.

Su Niantao was confused by Shi Yunan's scene. As a ghost, she really couldn't explain too much to him, and she didn't know how to comfort him. She could only float helplessly in the air.

Then her clone over there became even happier, making it hard for the other two anchors, who couldn't even cry.

"Hey"

At this time, a sigh was heard in the air, and a strong cold and sweet fragrance appeared in the air. Su Niantao's face suddenly became serious, and the figure floating in the air stood up straight, looking forward and standing in a military posture...

I saw a tall and handsome young man wearing a long black silk gown, with his black hair half tied up. He walked slowly towards Shi Yunan, and the jade pendant made crisp sounds of collision as he moved.

A pair of charming narrow fox eyes revealed tenderness, thin lips as red as blood slightly raised, and slender fingers gently stroked Shi Yunan's face and wiped away the tears on it for him.

"Why are you crying, Xiao An?" The cold yet warm question and the cool yet slightly warm hand woke Shi Yunan up from his dazed state.

His eyes widened in an instant, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the reflection in his eyes was the appearance of the gorgeous young man in front of him.

"You..." Shi Yunan's face turned red all of a sudden, and he quickly took a step back to distance himself from the boy. The discomfort and anger in his heart inexplicably dissipated.

"Xi Jingzhi, your future husband."

"what?"