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

And even with the naked eye, you can feel the heavy yin energy.

"I saw it. Maybe the problem lies here, but don't worry, since I promised, I will definitely help people to the end!"

She kept saying thank you.

After hanging up the phone, he looked again at the old house next to him that looked a bit dilapidated.

The village was already remote enough, with weeds growing all around and the exterior walls of the houses being mottled and peeling, giving it an eerie feeling.

He couldn't help but sigh: "This place is really not good. No one has lived here for a long time, and the yin energy is really heavy."

Ding Dong! Before I even got in, my phone rang.

Chen Yile opened his phone and saw that it was full of private messages asking him when he would start broadcasting again.

In desperation, Chen Yile started the live broadcast directly.

I briefly talked about the female fan's request.

"Anyway, the houses on both sides belong to her. I'm going to take a look at what's going on here today."

After saying that, Chen Yile started to walk in.

"Brother Chen, be brave!"

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

"I've prepared some popcorn, Brother Chen, come on!"

……

Chen Yile took a deep breath and pushed open the creaking door.

A cold wind blew in my face, accompanied by a smell of decay.

The interior of the old house was pitch black. Chen Yile took out a flashlight, and the faint beam of light barely illuminated the road ahead.

He walked into the hall step by step, and the wooden floor made an eerie creaking sound under his feet.

"It is said that this belonged to her grandfather, but her grandfather has passed away several years ago." Chen Yile introduced as he continued walking forward.

His voice was particularly clear in the empty room.

The barrage keeps scrolling:

"Brother Chen, is there really a ghost there?"

"Brother Chen, this atmosphere is too terrifying. I don't even dare to look at it!"

"Let's go, something doesn't feel right!"

……

Chen Yile chuckled, "Don't worry, I will be careful."

He continued walking forward and suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps.

He stopped abruptly and quickly swept the beam of his flashlight around, but found nothing.

"Something seemed to be moving just now. Did you hear it?" Chen Yile asked in a low voice. The barrage of comments instantly exploded:

"I heard it! It's so scary!"

"Brother Chen, there's a shadow next to you!"

"Don't scare me, I just heard it too!"

……

Chen Yile suppressed the nervousness in his heart and continued to move forward.

He walked into a shabby living room with peeling wallpaper on the walls and broken furniture scattered on the floor.

At this moment, his live broadcast screen suddenly flashed, and then barrages of comments appeared:

"What happened to the picture just now?"

"Something seemed to flash by!"

"Brother Chen, get out of there!"

……

Chen Yile's heart beat faster. He looked back but still found nothing.

"Maybe the signal is not good." He said to himself, but an inexplicable fear rose in his heart.

He decided to go upstairs to see if there was anything new to discover.

The stairs looked particularly eerie, and every step made a harsh sound.

When he reached the second floor, the air became even colder, as if an invisible force was watching him.

Chen Yile used a flashlight to illuminate the corridor in front of him, and suddenly heard a low murmur coming from behind him. He turned around suddenly, but there was still nothing behind him.

"Was anyone talking just now?" he asked quietly. The comments responded:

"Brother Chen, we heard it! It's so scary!"

"Run, Brother Chen!"

"Be careful, Brother Chen!"

……

Chen Yile's hands began to tremble slightly. He took a deep breath and continued to move forward.

At the end of the corridor was a closed door. He hesitated for a moment and pushed it open.

The room was empty, with only an old rocking chair rocking slightly.

Suddenly, the live broadcast screen flashed again, and then a low laugh echoed in the room.

Chen Yile felt a chill behind him, he turned around quickly, but the flashlight beam only illuminated an empty space.

"Who is it? Come out!" he shouted, his voice particularly harsh in the empty room.

The barrage is flooding the screen like crazy:

"Brother Chen, there's something behind you!"

"I just saw a shadow!"

"It's so scary, run!"

……

Just then, the rocking chair suddenly stopped and the room became unusually quiet.

Chen Yile felt an invisible pressure, as if something was approaching.

He quickly ran out of the room, the live broadcast equipment fell to the ground, and the picture became blurry.

He breathed rapidly, trying to calm himself down.

"Everyone, today's live broadcast ends here. This is really... too weird."

He stammered and quickly ended the live broadcast.

This is so fucking weird. I should be prepared for this kind of thing.

Chen Yile had traveled a long distance and had just performed a ritual, so he was exhausted.

It would be wise to take a break now and come back later.

He walked into the village and found an inn that looked clean.

The receptionist was a young girl who looked to be in her early twenties.

She was very polite, but obviously not in good spirits, with dark circles under her eyes.

"Hello, I need a room to stay for one night." Chen Yile said politely.

The younger sister raised her head and smiled slightly, but there was a hint of fatigue in her eyes. "Okay, this way, please."

After completing the registration, Chen Yile returned to his room to rest for a while.

As night fell, he prepared to revisit the old house and decided to start a live broadcast so that his fans could witness this adventure together.

The village was unusually quiet at night, with only the occasional barking of dogs breaking the silence.

Chen Yile walked along the dark path, feeling somewhat nervous.

He turned on his phone, started the live broadcast, and smiled at the camera.

"Good evening everyone. I'm going to continue to see what this damn place has."

The barrage in the live broadcast room immediately exploded:

"Oh my god, are you really not afraid of going to a place like this at night?"

“It’s so exciting, it feels like watching a horror movie!”

"Chen Yile, be careful!"

Chen Yile looked at the barrage and smiled: "Don't worry, I will be careful."

He pushed open the door of the old house, and it creaked, as if it was the whine of a door hinge that had not been used for a long time.

The room was pitch black, so he walked in cautiously with a flashlight.

The air was filled with a musty and decayed smell that made people feel suffocated.

The furnishings in the room remain the same, as if time has stopped here.

As Chen Yile walked, he used a flashlight to illuminate every corner. Fans in the live broadcast room stared at the screen nervously and exclaimed from time to time.

Suddenly, he heard faint footsteps, which seemed to come from upstairs.

Chen Yile stopped, held his breath, and listened carefully.

The footsteps were getting closer, as if someone was wandering upstairs.