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

"Did you hear that? There seems to be a sound upstairs." He whispered to the camera.

The barrage immediately exploded:

"I heard it! Go check it out!"

"It's so scary, it feels like a real person appearing in a horror movie."

"Don't go, it doesn't feel right!"

……

Chen Yile took a deep breath and decided to go upstairs to take a look.

He walked up the stairs step by step, taking each step carefully and trying not to make any noise.

The stairs creaked.

After going upstairs, he shone the flashlight around and found a room at the end of the corridor with the door half-open, as if there was someone inside.

He gently pushed the door open and swept the flashlight beam across the room. He saw a figure standing quietly in the middle of the room.

"Who!" Chen Yile shouted, shining the flashlight beam directly on the figure.

The figure suddenly moved and turned to look at him. Chen Yile felt a chill rushing to his forehead.

It was a pale face with lifeless eyes, like bottomless black holes.

Fans in the live broadcast room screamed in fear, and comments were quickly posted:

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

"Run! It's too scary!"

"Chen Yile, come out quickly, don't worry about it!"

……

Chen Yile only felt his hands and feet were cold, but he forced himself to calm down, and the beam of the flashlight followed the ghost closely.

The ghost slowly floated towards him, murmuring in a low voice, as if telling something.

He felt a powerful force pressing down on him, as if an invisible hand had grabbed his heart.

He suppressed his fear, quickly took out a piece of talisman from his bag, and slammed it on the ghost's forehead.

The ghost suddenly stopped, a painful expression appeared on its face, and it gradually became blurred, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the air.

Chen Yile was breathing heavily, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He knew that this was just the beginning and the real danger was yet to come.

The fans in the live broadcast room were in an uproar:

"That's amazing, Chen Yile!"

"You really killed a ghost!"

"This is too real, is this just acting?"

……

Chen Yile looked at the comments and forced a smile. "Don't worry, everyone. I will continue to investigate the truth here. I'm leaving now and will come back to investigate at daybreak."

He turned off the live broadcast and quickly left the old house.

When he returned to the hotel, he felt weak all over, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death struggle.

The girl at the front desk saw him and asked in surprise, "Are you okay? You look very tired."

"It's okay, just a little tired." Chen Yile forced a smile.

But he secretly thought in his heart that this village and the old house must be hiding some unspeakable secrets, and he must get to the bottom of it.

Late at night, Chen Yile lay on the bed, thinking about everything that had just happened, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Perhaps, this is just the beginning, and the real challenge is still to come.

He closed his eyes, but the low murmur seemed to still echo in his ears, preventing him from falling asleep for a long time.

I finally fell asleep in the second half of the night and heard someone crying.

At first, he thought it was an illusion. After all, today was really a waste of energy.

However, the crying did not disappear, but became more and more obvious, as if it was wailing in his ears.

Chen Yile's heartbeat began to accelerate, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he suddenly felt creepy.

He turned over and sat up, looking around. The dim room was silent, with only the sparse sound of rain outside the window and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The crying sound came intermittently, as if it came from far away, yet as if it was very close.

Chen Yile picked up his phone, thought about it, and turned on the live broadcast.

Most of his fans are active at night, and a large number of people instantly flocked into the live broadcast room.

He lowered his voice and said to the camera: "Brothers, I seem to hear someone crying. Please help me listen. Am I hallucinating?"

The barrage immediately exploded:

"No way, in the middle of the night, you're living in a place like this alone?"

"Oh my god, this is too weird, don't scare me!"

"Brother Le, hurry out and take a look!"

……

Chen Yile didn't know where he got the courage from, but he decided to find out.

He told his fans: "Don't worry, I'll go check it out, nothing will happen."

However, fans in the live broadcast room expressed their opposition, and some even begged him not to go out in the barrage.

But he still decided to investigate the source of the strange crying.

He took his cell phone, slowly stood up and left the room.

The hotel corridor was extremely dark, with only a few dim wall lamps emitting cold light.

He walked step by step, the light from his mobile phone illuminating the way ahead for him, and the audience in the live broadcast room also held their breath and stared at the screen.

The crying sounded intermittent, as if guiding him forward.

Chen Yile walked to a closed door, and the crying seemed to become much clearer.

He hesitated for a moment and pushed open the door.

The room was empty, with only the curtains swaying gently in the wind.

In the corner were a few old pieces of furniture and a tattered rocking chair, on which sat a tattered doll.

Another rocking chair! Chen Yile remembered that he had seen this in the old house before, and suddenly a chill ran down his spine.

Suddenly, the doll's eyes seemed to flash, and Chen Yile took a step back in fright.

The barrage of comments exploded instantly: "I saw it! The doll's eyes moved!"

"Oh my God, it's terrible!"

"Brother Le, run!"

Chen Yile took a deep breath and moved closer to the rocking chair, wanting to see what was going on.

At this time, the crying sounded again, even more shrill than before.

He turned suddenly and saw his reflection in the mirror.

And in the mirror, standing behind him, there was actually a blurry black shadow!

He couldn't believe his eyes and turned around quickly, but there was nothing behind him.

This feeling made his scalp tingle, but he suppressed his fear and said to the camera: "Did you see anything? Just now I seemed to..."

Before he could finish his words, everything in front of the camera suddenly went dark, and the comments on the phone screen became few and far between.

Chen Yile calmed down and found that his phone was not turned off.

Instead, the surrounding lights suddenly went out, leaving only the faint light from the mobile phone screen.

"This is too weird." Chen Yile muttered to himself and continued walking forward. Suddenly, he felt a cool breeze blowing from behind.

He turned around suddenly and saw a blurry figure quickly passing through the corridor and disappearing around the corner.

"Who!" Chen Yile shouted, but no one answered.

He mustered up his courage and walked in that direction. As he passed an old door, he heard whispers and faint knocking sounds coming from behind it.

He hesitated for a moment, pushed open the door, and found an abandoned storage room filled with dust and debris.

At this moment, a dark shadow flashed from the corner. Chen Yile felt a biting chill. His mobile phone suddenly slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, with the screen cracked.