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

Chen Yile sat down to rest, his heart still beating violently. He had just experienced a fierce battle and had not yet recovered.

He raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm down.

At this moment, the familiar mechanical voice of the system came into his mind.

"Congratulations to the host, the salvation was successful and you received 500 points as a reward."

Before Chen Yile had time to be happy, the system's voice rang out again.

"Host, please make a prediction. If you guess correctly, you will receive a large reward. If you guess wrong, 20% of the reward will be deducted. Is Cheng Nian alive or dead?"

"What?" Chen Yile stood up immediately, feeling nervous. "Isn't Cheng Nian okay now?"

The system did not respond, but simply repeated, "Host, please make a prediction."

Chen Yile gritted his teeth, feeling uneasy.

He thought of the familiar face and tried to recall the last time they met.

Although Cheng Nian looked weak at the time, his life was not in danger.

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he took a deep breath and said firmly, "I predict a birth!"

"The prediction has been submitted, waiting for the results." The system responded immediately, the voice still cold and ruthless.

Chen Yile's heart suddenly hung in the air.

He quickly took out his cell phone and called Cheng Nian, but a mechanical female voice came from the other end of the line.

"The number you dialed is currently unanswered. Please try again later." He tried several times, but the result was always the same.

Chen Yile became more and more anxious, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He quickly packed his bags and decided to go and see for himself.

It was already dark outside, and he hurried on his way, praying in his heart that Cheng Nian was safe.

When he arrived at the city where Cheng Nian was, it was already late at night.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and only the street lamps emitted a dim light, which stretched Chen Yile's shadow very long.

He called Cheng Nian again, but still no one answered.

Chen Yile was extremely anxious and looked everywhere for Cheng Nian.

As he was walking anxiously down the street, he suddenly noticed a figure wandering in front of him.

The man walked in a very strange way, with light steps, as if he was riding a skateboard.

Chen Yile shouted, "Brother!"

The figure slowly turned around, and when the light from the street lamp shone on his face, Chen Yile took a deep breath.

Only half of the face was intact, while the other half was rotten, revealing white bones and flesh.

"You...you are Cheng Nian?" Chen Yile asked with a trembling voice, his heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

The figure did not answer, but just looked at him quietly, with a cold look in his eyes.

Chen Yile felt the temperature around him suddenly drop, as if he was in an ice cellar.

He tried to take a few steps forward, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and he couldn't move.

The figure with half of his face rotten suddenly let out a low laugh, and the laughter echoed in the empty street, carrying an indescribable weirdness and horror.

Chen Yile felt all the hairs on his body stand up and a chill ran down his spine.

"You shouldn't have come." The figure finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, as if it came from the abyss of hell.

"Cheng Nian, what's wrong with you?" Chen Yile tried hard to control his inner fear, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably.

The figure did not answer, but walked slowly towards Chen Yile, and every step seemed to be knocking on Chen Yile's heart.

Chen Yile subconsciously took a few steps back, but was tripped by something and fell heavily to the ground.

He quickly got up, only to find that the scene around him suddenly became distorted.

The light from the street lamps dimmed, the buildings on the street seemed to be slowly melting, and a foul smell filled the air.

Chen Yile felt a strong dizziness, as if the whole world was spinning.

At this moment, the figure had walked in front of him and bent down.

Revealing his rotten face, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth.

"Welcome to hell." The figure whispered, with an indescribable chill in his voice.

Chen Yile felt his eyes go dark, and he seemed to be trapped in endless darkness.

He struggled to wake up, but the darkness around him was like a tangible substance, tightly surrounding him and making him unable to move.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yile finally woke up from the darkness and found himself lying in a cold and gloomy alley.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of the wind blowing the garbage bags.

He tried to stand up and found that his whole body was sore and his head was dizzy.

He looked around and found a vague figure standing at the end of the alley.

Chen Yile suppressed his fear, slowly stood up and walked towards the figure.

"Who are you?" Chen Yile asked tentatively, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

The figure did not answer, but just stood there quietly.

Chen Yile took a few steps closer and found that the figure was wearing a tattered robe and his face was blurry, as if shrouded in a thick fog.

"Who are you? Where is Cheng Nian?" Chen Yile asked again, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

The figure finally moved, raised his head, and revealed a pair of empty eyes.

Chen Yile felt a chill rushing to his head, and his whole body froze.

"Cheng Nian is no longer here." The figure whispered, with endless sadness in his voice.

"Impossible!" Chen Yile shouted loudly, his heart filled with despair and anger.

He rushed forward and wanted to grab the figure, but found that his hand passed through the other person's body, as if he was grabbing a ball of air.

The figure slowly disappeared into the thick fog, as if it had never existed.

Chen Yile only felt that everything in front of his eyes was blurred, and he fell to the ground, his heart was confused.

He didn't want to believe it and called Cheng Nian desperately, but still no one answered.

Chen Yile felt as if his heart was torn apart and was in great pain.

He didn't know what else he could do, so he could only sit there helplessly, letting the tears blur his vision.

Just as he was falling into despair, the system's voice rang out in his mind again: "The prediction result is out. Cheng Nian is dead. The host will deduct 20% of the reward."

"Why? Why is this happening?" Chen Yile asked in a hoarse voice, his heart filled with endless grief and anger.

Chen Yile felt a sense of powerlessness rising in his heart. He didn't know what he could still believe in or what he could rely on.

The darkness around him seemed to be devouring his hope and confidence. He could only sit there helplessly, allowing despair to drown him.

Suddenly, he heard light footsteps in the distance.

Chen Yile looked up and saw a blurry figure slowly walking towards him. As the figure got closer, Chen Yile's heartbeat quickened.