Quickly wear, the host has evil intentions

There was an unconscious tremor in her voice. It would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid. In this situation, the entire live broadcast room fell silent.

The photographer came behind her so that people in the live broadcast room could better experience the first-person perspective.

When Xu Ruoyun read it for the third time, the pen moved and Xu Ruoyun's voice immediately became hoarse.

Everyone looked at the moving pen in shock as it drew circles on the paper that had turned a little yellow under the reflection of the red candle.

The circle was spinning and drawing circles slowly.

"Ask a question."

Duan Ci looked at the stunned Xu Ruoyun and reminded her.

"Huh? Oh, okay, okay."

"Remember not to ask taboo questions."

Ye Huizhou said in a deep voice with some concern that if he remembered correctly, there were some things that could not be asked when asking the Pen Fairy.

For example: When it comes to the cause of death of the Pen Fairy, try to avoid questions related to life and death.

Xu Ruoyun swallowed, nodded, and spoke tremblingly.

"Can I ask you a question?"

The pen turned to the word "yes" on the paper.

Seeing this, Xu Ruoyun continued to ask.

"Did you live here half a month ago?"

The pen is still pointing to "yes".

"Have you seen the owner of this villa?"

"Yes."

"Is your book related to the owner of the villa?"

The program team said that we can only ask three questions, no more than that. The first one does not count.

The last question was very important, so Xu Ruoyun stared at the pen on the paper nervously.

The direction in which the pen was circling was unclear, as if it was stopped by something, or as if it was pulled by two forces, and the ink left a deep mark on the paper.

Like an eye pupil, it is constantly enlarging and staring at the people who are calling on the spirit of the pen.

Feeling the strength in his hand, Wen Zejin's eyes moved slightly.

The tip of the pen trembled, and thin, messy threads spread around the pupils, spreading like bloodshot.

"End it!"

Huo Nanxu said with a serious expression.

Xu Ruoyun's heart skipped a beat and she spoke immediately, speaking rapidly.

"Previous life, previous life, I am your present life. If you want to leave, please take the pen off the paper."

call--

Everyone felt a gust of wind blowing, and as the pen tip left the paper, the candle next to Xu Ruoyun was blown out.

She just felt a chill all over.

Click - a sound like nature's music in the room where you could hear a pin drop, and the room immediately lit up.

The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly filled with a lot of "wow".

After the room lit up, Su Ruan took deep gulps of fresh air, and her hands and feet felt a little cold.

Tang Qingshu also touched her chest with a look of fear on her face. The staff of the program team hurried in and took the guests to see Makka Baka.

The addition of supernatural elements to the variety show was agreed upon with the guests in advance, and this is also the consistent style of this variety show.

So even though Su Ruan and the others were afraid, they didn't say anything to complain.

The program crew also explained to them that the pen was a prop, controlled by them, and they were not really summoning the spirit of the pen.

Afterwards, all the props such as paper and pens used were burned.

Seeing that the guests were calm and not so scared anymore, the staff withdrew.

Afterwards, the guests returned to their rooms one after another, and the live broadcast screen was black, but it was not turned off.

Old fans who have watched the variety show know that this is the murderer's prelude to killing someone else.

Sure enough, after a while the live broadcast came on, and now it was the murderer's perspective.

He seemed to be standing in front of the door of a room.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, then it opened and the victim looked at the murderer in surprise.

"Would you like a glass of milk? It'll help you sleep. I'm worried you won't be able to sleep at night."

A voice that could not be distinguished as male or female was heard. The victim hesitated for a moment, took his milk, and drank it.

After drinking, he handed the empty cup back to him and said thank you.

The live broadcast went black again.

The barrage began to discuss crazily who the murderer was.

[The murderer must be a man, as the victim was so tall and had to look up at him.]

[Or he must have been close to the victim, otherwise how could he drink the milk given to him without any precautions?]

[They are all from the same circle, so their relationships are the same. Maybe the victim didn’t even realize that he had been targeted by the murderer.]

[What's in that milk? It can't be poison!]

[It shouldn’t be, because the live broadcast just went black and was not turned off, which means the murderer will take action again.]

Night owls all stayed in the live broadcast room until the live broadcast light came on at around 2 a.m.

What caught my eye was a bright room. Perhaps because of the summoning of the spirit of the pen tonight, the victim was a little scared, so he slept with the lights on.

The camera zoomed in, getting closer and closer to the bed. A person was sleeping with the light on. The person did not cover his head with a blanket, but was sleeping very soundly.

A thin wire was wrapped around the victim's neck and tightened. The victim still did not wake up, but his face showed pain and he struggled slightly.

The live broadcast is now closed.

Duan Ci lay on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at the time. It was almost three in the morning.

He came to the balcony and looked out towards Wen Zejin.

Wen Zejin was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt someone walking towards him. His eyes opened suddenly and the first thought in his mind was: the murderer is here to kill him.

So he was targeted by the murderer?

The variety show didn’t say that you can’t resist the murderer. There have been records of murderers being too weak and being caught.

So……

Feeling a piece of his bed collapse, Wen Zejin raised his fist and swung at the man.

The man in the dark dodged his fist and tried to grab his wrist.

Wen Zejin quickly dodged his hand, then immediately backed away from the bed to distance himself from him, then stretched out his leg to kick the man off the bed.

Unexpectedly, the man grabbed his ankle directly, and the temperature of his big palm was scorching.

Duan Ci grasped his slender white ankle and pulled him in front of him. He moved his hand along his calf and lifted his leg onto his shoulders.

Wen Zejin raised his hand to hit him, but Duan Ci grabbed his wrist and pressed him down on the bed, his voice low.

"Stop hitting me, it's me."

"You come to 'kill' me!"

Wen Zejin looked at him with a frown; he recognized Duan Ci by his voice.

"No, I'm here to climb into bed."

Duan Ci's tone was ambiguous and his face moved closer to him.

The warm breath sprayed on his neck, and his big palm gently caressed Wen Zejin's calf on his shoulder, causing Wen Zejin to tremble all over.

Only then did he realize how ambiguous their posture was, and he felt his face getting hot.

Wen Zejin looked at him. The scattered moonlight allowed him to see Duan Ci's face and his eyes, which were full of possessiveness and aggression.

This made his heart tremble, and a strange feeling spread.

Before he could react, Duan Ci kissed him on the lips, domineeringly and passionately.

After a long separation, a crystal liquid thread was pulled up.

Duan Ci took out a rose from his pocket.

He gave the rose to Wen Zejin and confessed his love to her as usual.

"I like you, can we be together?"