Feng Shui live broadcast: A haunted house worth 50 million is not worth living in

He described his experience as concisely as possible without going into too much detail.

The barrage exploded again instantly:

"What? The butler is dead?"

"Oh my god, what is going on?"

"Are you all okay? What's the situation now?"

Chen Yile continued, "We are hiding in the room now and have taken some protective measures. We will be fine for the time being. Don't worry, we will be careful."

He paused and added, "There will be further investigation tomorrow, and hopefully we can figure out what's going on."

Wang Jiajia was watching the screen silently, her hands on her knees, her expression still a little frightened.

She also knew that fans were concerned about their safety, so she tried to calm herself down and gave a forced smile to the camera.

"Thank you for your concern. We will be careful. I may not be able to chat with you for too long today. Let's take a rest first."

Fans on the barrage expressed their understanding and concern:

"Okay, Sister Jiajia, you guys should also have a good rest!"

"Really be careful. If anything happens, remember to call the police immediately!"

"Rest early tonight and talk about it tomorrow."

"Be safe and don't push yourself!"

The atmosphere of the live broadcast gradually calmed down, and Chen Yile also felt a little more relaxed.

He turned off the live broadcast, put his phone aside, and turned to look at Wang Jiajia: "You take a rest first, I'll watch over you."

Wang Jiajia nodded. Although she was still a little uneasy, she knew that she could only rely on Chen Yile now.

She found a corner to curl up, tried to relax, closed her eyes and prepared to rest.

As the night deepened, the only sounds in the room were Chen Yile's light breathing and the occasional sound of wind from outside.

He sat quietly by the side, listening alertly to the movements outside.

He didn't know what would happen next, but for now, he had to rest.

Otherwise, they would not be able to deal with tomorrow's affairs, so the two of them went to bed, one sleeping on the bed and the other on the sofa.

The next morning, Chen Yile and Wang Jiajia woke up very early.

Although they were still frightened by last night's experience, they had to continue on a new day.

They walked down the stairs and smelled the aroma of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.

Li Yizhi was sitting in the restaurant, drinking coffee leisurely. When he saw them coming down, he greeted them.

"Good morning! Come and have breakfast with me."

Chen Yile and Wang Jiajia looked at each other, the horrific experience of last night still vivid in their minds.

What’s even more surprising is that the butler who was clearly dead last night actually showed up again!

He was smiling as he set out a hot breakfast for them. Wang Jiajia couldn't help but ask, "Butler, aren't you... already dead?"

The housekeeper gave a puzzled smile and said, "Miss, you are such a joke. I am fine."

His expression and attitude left no doubt, as if everything that happened last night was just an absurd dream.

Although Chen Yile was confused, his hunger made him suppress these questions temporarily.

He picked up the toast and eggs in front of him and started eating.

Although Wang Jiajia had a poor appetite, she still ate a few bites. Li Yizhi, on the other hand, sipped his coffee quietly, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

After breakfast, Li Yizhi called Chen Yile aside and whispered, "You saw what happened last night."

"In fact, the most serious paranormal events in this house all happen in my cellar."

"I usually use that place to store wine, but I've been hearing strange noises lately. Can you help me take a look?"

Chen Yile nodded: "No problem, I'll go take a look."

They brought Wang Jiajia and, under the guidance of the housekeeper, came to the entrance of the cellar.

The housekeeper's face was pale and his voice was trembling: "Master, I don't dare to go down. It's too weird in there."

Chen Yile patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay. Wang Jiajia and I will just go down and take a look."

Then he pulled Wang Jiajia down the stone steps.

Chen Yile and Wang Jiajia followed the trembling butler to the entrance of the cellar. Cold air rose from the stone steps, accompanied by a faint aroma of wine.

The butler's face was as pale as paper. He stood at the door, not daring to take a step forward.

"Master, I really don't dare to go down. There's something... wrong in there." The butler's voice was filled with obvious fear.

Chen Yile patted his shoulder and comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, Wang Jiajia and I will be careful."

He turned to Wang Jiajia, his eyes revealing determination: "Let's go and take a look."

They walked carefully down the stone steps to the cellar. The air around them became increasingly humid, and the moss on the walls grew thicker.

Wang Jiajia held Chen Yile's hand tightly, feeling uneasy but also indescribable curiosity.

The cellar was dark inside, lit only by the faint light coming down from the floors above and the glow of their flashlights.

Rows of wooden wine barrels are neatly arranged, emitting a rich aroma of wine.

Chen Yile took out his mobile phone, adjusted the camera, and opened the live broadcast application.

"Hello everyone, this is Chen Yile. We are now in a very special place." He introduced to the camera with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"This is Li Yizhi's wine cellar. It's said to be haunted recently. Let's go and see what's going on."

The barrage on the live broadcast screen quickly flew up:

"Brother Chen, you're so brave! You still haven't digested what happened last night!"

"This place looks eerie, be careful, Brother Chen!"

"What's haunted? Is it real? I'm so excited!"

Chen Yile responded to the comments with a smile, "Don't worry, if there's something fishy going on, we'll take it. If there's nothing fishy, we'll just look at the wine. Everything has its own laws."

He and Wang Jiajia walked carefully between the wine barrels, and the flashlight beam swept across the old wooden labels that recorded the year and type of wine.

The air in the cellar is not only filled with the aroma of wine, but also with an oppressive smell of dampness and mold.

Suddenly, Wang Jiajia stopped and seemed to hear a slight sound in her ears.

She nervously approached Chen Yile and whispered, "Brother Chen, did you hear that? It seems like someone is drinking."

Chen Yile stopped explaining and listened attentively.

Indeed, from a corner ahead came the sound of deep laughter and occasional drinking.

"Continued Cup!"

The audience on the barrage also heard these voices and exclaimed:

"Oh my god, there really is a ghost!"

"Brother Chen, hurry up, this is too scary!"

"From the sound of it, it seems like you're enjoying it?"

Just as they were hesitating whether to move forward, Wang Jiajia suddenly felt her feet slip and she fell to the ground.

She screamed and found herself sitting in a puddle of water - no, it was wine.

Before she could react, the wine began to flow down her cheeks and into her mouth.

Wang Jiajia screamed in fear: "Chen Yile, save me!"

Chen Yile immediately rushed towards her and was about to reach out to pull her up when suddenly a terrifying face appeared in his sight.