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

The second fan asked about office furnishings, and Chen Yile patiently answered the question and even demonstrated several simple feng shui layouts.

The atmosphere changed when a third fan asked a question. He introduced himself as Wang Zheng, a hotel owner.

He said in a deep voice: "Brother Chen, my hotel has encountered many supernatural events and unfortunate deaths in the past few days."

"The hotel can no longer operate, but I'd like to reclaim the land and rebuild. Could you please help me take a look and solve the problem?"

"If I can, I'm willing to pay you two million."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yile pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"In that case, I'll help you take a look. We'll contact you later to discuss the details."

Wang Zheng was obviously very grateful and thanked him repeatedly.

Chen Yile then told his fans that he needed to prepare and ended the live broadcast.

Wang Jiajia nervously said that she wanted to go too, and at least could help carry the magic tools and other items.

Chen Yile wanted to persuade her not to take risks, but Wang Jiajia insisted on going, so he had to agree.

They then replenished their items such as talismans and copper coins, and put the demon-subduing pestle into their backpacks.

After everything was ready, he set off with Wang Jiajia.

After arriving at the place, Chen Yile adjusted the live broadcast equipment in his hand. After confirming that the signal was stable, he smiled at the phone.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm Brother Chen."

"Today we've come to the legendary abandoned haunted hotel, ready to uncover the truth. The person next to you is our assistant, the incredibly courageous Sister Jia Jia."

Wang Jiajia, wearing a black windbreaker and a fearless smile, waved to the camera: "Dear audience, tonight is guaranteed to be an eye-opener for you."

The barrage of comments quickly filled the screen, and fans' reactions were varied.

"Brother Chen, be careful!"

"Come on, Sister Jiajia! I'm a coward and can only watch your live broadcast."

"I've heard of this hotel. There are several supernatural legends about it!"

The hotel lobby was dark and empty, the dim lights flickering with their steps, as if the weight of each step made the air howl.

Chen Yile took out the Demon-Subduing Pestle, a black wooden pestle inlaid with silver rings and runes. He gently turned it in his hand with a serious expression.

"There's no need to explain this demon-subduing pestle, right? It's not only effective against evil spirits, but it can also identify unclean things," he explained.

At the same time, his fingers gently slid across the runes on the pestle.

They first came to the front desk. The old reception desk was covered with dust, and several yellowed registration books were scattered around.

Chen Yile chanted a spell, then dipped his fingers in his own blood and splashed it into the air a few times.

At this moment, several blurry black shadows suddenly appeared on the live broadcast screen, like human figures behind the curtains or at the corner of the stairs.

"Brother Chen, there seems to be something over there!" Sister Jia Jia pointed to a corner, but her voice was unusually calm.

Chen Yile looked carefully, quickly recited a more complicated spell, and then threw out a yellow talisman.

The talisman burned in the air, emitting a dazzling light.

As the light faded, the shadows gradually became blurred and finally disappeared.

The barrage exploded at this moment.

"So true!"

"I saw that shadow move!"

"Brother Chen is amazing, is this spell real?"

Continuing deeper into the hotel, they came to what looked like a former dance hall.

The chandelier in the center of the ballroom was swaying, and the air was filled with a musty smell and a heart-pounding chill.

Suddenly, the sound of piano came from an empty corner, the melody was slow and sad.

"There's no piano here, where does the sound come from?" For the first time, a hint of doubt appeared in Sister Jia Jia's voice.

Chen Yile tightly gripped the demon-subduing pestle and chanted a spell in a low voice, his eyes firm and alert.

As his spell grew louder, the piano sound suddenly became shrill, followed by a sharp female scream, which came from all directions, leaving no escape.

The barrage exploded again.

"Oh my god, that sound is horrible!"

"Brother Chen, get out of there!"

"Don't be afraid, Sister Jiajia, Brother Chen will protect you!"

The screams gradually faded away, and Chen Yile and Sister Jiajia looked at each other.

Both of them had relaxed smiles on their faces, as if the horrific scene just now was just commonplace to them.

"It looks like tonight's live broadcast will be another sleepless night." Chen Yile said to the phone, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

Chen Yile and Sister Jiajia walked deeper into the dim corridor. The murals on the walls had peeled off severely. They depicted some ancient celebration scenes, and now only vague outlines remained.

At the end of the corridor is a half-open door. Through the crack in the door, you can see the deep darkness inside, as if something is peeping at the outside world in the darkness.

"Sister Jia Jia, let's go in and take a look." Chen Yile said as he gently tapped the talisman in his hand with the demon-subduing pestle, as if preparing for the space they were about to enter.

The door creaked open completely, and the two walked into an abandoned guest room.

The furniture in the room was covered in thick dust, but the bed in the middle was unusually clean.

It was covered with a red satin quilt, which formed a sharp contrast with the decayed surroundings.

Sister Jia Jia turned on the flashlight and the beam swept across the room.

Suddenly, a faint whimpering sound came from the closet.

Chen Yile immediately raised his hand and signaled Sister Jiajia to stay still.

He slowly walked towards the wardrobe, the demon-subduing pestle in his hand emitting a faint blue light.

The moment I opened the wardrobe, a gust of cold wind blew in my face. The wardrobe was empty, with only a small mirror hanging behind the door.

What was reflected in the mirror was not Chen Yile's figure, but a pale woman with empty eyes and a strange smile on her lips.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was sliding up frantically at this time.

"Did you see that female ghost?!"

"Brother Chen, watch your back!"

"This is too real, I can't bear to watch it!"

Chen Yile chanted a spell, and the talisman in his hand burned and was thrown towards the mirror.

As the fire from the talisman illuminated the mirror, the image of the woman began to distort, and finally turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated.

The temperature in the room seemed to have warmed up a bit.

"These trapped souls need to be freed, and we are here to help them today." Chen Yile turned to his phone, his tone firm but gentle.

Continuing their exploration, they came to the basement of the hotel.

The basement door was fastened with a thick iron chain and a lock that was covered in rust.

Chen Yile took out a larger talisman from his pocket, stuck it on the lock, chanted a spell, and the lock broke with a "click".

After the door opened, a thick gust of humid air hit them in the face. The inside of the basement was pitch black and could only be illuminated by the flashlights in their hands.