Entertainment Secrets: Playing the role of Qilin, Mimi loves it so much

She stared at the camera, and her eerie, hoarse voice spread throughout the underground palace:

"Who is it? How dare you ruin my good thing!"

Ye Bai narrowed his eyes.

"it's me!"

The female corpse suddenly pounced on him, and her nails were thin and long, like blades, stabbing into his throat fiercely!

The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Isn't it?"

"The anchor is in danger!!!"

At the critical moment, Ye Bai suddenly reached out and grabbed the female corpse's neck, pressing her on the sarcophagus.

"Pfft-"

The copper coin sword pierced her heart.

The audience in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded, and the screen was full of question marks.

Ye Bai was also stunned for a moment, drew his sword, and blood gushed out.

"This is... Corpse Demon!"

Shock appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself, "How is it possible?"

The female corpse struggled to stand up, her throat gurgling.

Anger burned in her eyes, and a cold wind howled around her, with the air plummeting to below zero degrees.

"I want you to die!"

The female corpse raised the dagger and stabbed down fiercely!

In a flash, Ye Bai suddenly pushed the camera away.

"boom--"

Gunfire rang out.

"Holy shit, shit, shit!"

"What the hell is this!"

The barrage of comments flashed by frantically, the picture quality was blurry and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Help!" People in the live broadcast room cried out in despair.

Ye Bai's heart was pounding. He hadn't been able to dodge the attack just now. If the system hadn't given him a life-saving skill in time, he would have died tonight.

He looked down over his shoulder.

The skin of the shoulder blade is transparent, and you can vaguely see a thick black mist wrapped inside.

"Fuck!!"

Ye Bai covered his shoulder blade in shock.

His shoulder blade actually turned into a ferocious ghost hand!

A system voice sounded in Ye Bai's mind:

"Congratulations to the host for activating the new function: Resentment."

His vision suddenly expanded, as if the entire underground palace had turned into an enormous cemetery.

The air is filled with yin and ghostly spirits.

The so-called resentment is the evil spirit generated before a person dies.

They gathered at the bottom of the corpse pit and settled for hundreds of years. Even after being washed away by time, they refused to dissipate. Over time, they formed this evil resentment.

Ye Bai took a deep breath, suppressed the nausea that was churning in his chest, and threw away the copper coin sword stained with blood in his hand.

His fingers formed a seal.

"disease!"

The copper coin sword broke free from Ye Bai's hand, deftly passed around the female corpse's neck, cut her forehead, and left a shallow scar.

The female corpse stood stiffly for a moment, then fell down.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the mission: killing the corpse evil. Reward: 50 merit points."

Ye Bai breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed to his knees, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He did not exit the live broadcast room immediately, but took a deep breath and carefully thought about the weirdness of it all.

"Were all these things summoned by the female corpse?"

"No, to be precise, it should be the condensed resentment of the female corpse."

The system replied.

"The deeper the resentment, the more ferocious the summoned spirit will be."

Ye Bai estimated the strength of the female corpse.

She was nearly three feet tall and weighed two hundred pounds, with her skin covered in wrinkles and patches of decayed flesh.

"Is this thing a human or a ghost?"

Ye Bai frowned: "No matter what, this female corpse is very troublesome."

"Such a powerful corpse is actually just the result of resentment?" Fans in the live broadcast room were shocked.

"Is this so scary? Anchor, run!"

"What a bizarre world! Zongzi actually exist!"

"You bunch of uneducated country bumpkins, haven't you heard there are different types of zongzi?"

"Zongzi are also divided into grades! The most common ones are white-haired ones, the more powerful ones are red-haired ones, then yellow-haired ones, blue-haired ones, and finally purple-haired ones!"

"Fuck, isn't that the king of all dumplings?!"

"Stop bragging upstairs!"

The live broadcast room was noisy.

Ye Bai closed the comment section and continued searching.

He wanted to find a way to break the formation.

"Young man——"

A trembling old voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Ye Bai turned around and saw a hunched black shadow slowly walking towards him. His eye sockets were dark and deep, as if containing some mysterious power.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Ye Bai stared at him warily.

The other party seemed to have received special training, and his expression was calm:

"You all say I'm a ghost."

"Then what do you think I am?"

Ye Bai was stunned when he heard this.

The surging waves of the blood pool suddenly condensed in mid-air, and the zipper of Ye Bai's jacket rustled in the cold wind.

He stared at the gilded bell dangling from the waist of the hunched black figure.

The object was clearly the same shape as the silver bell on the female corpse's ankle, but there was an extra scarlet blood spot on the bell tongue.

"Your bell..."

He deliberately dragged out the last word, and the heel of his boot crushed the corpse beetles that came out from the cracks in the floor tiles.

"Is it a family heirloom from a corpse-carrier from western Hunan?"

The black shadow's dry fingers stroked the surface of the bell, and dark red rust fell off.

A scene from twenty years ago suddenly flashed in the reflection of the blood pool.

The archaeologists, wearing the same type of bells, were stuffing some kind of jade cicada that was glowing with a faint blue light into the mouth of the female corpse.

A golden-framed message suddenly popped up in the barrage: "That's the missing leader of Sanxingdui Pit No. 7!"

Ye Bai's pupils contracted and he took out a bronze compass from his tactical belt.

After the magnetic needle spun wildly three times, it pointed directly at the black shadow's heart.

He suddenly threw out the corpse-binding rope soaked in cinnabar, and the knot automatically twisted into the shape of the Big Dipper in mid-air.

"do not move!"

The black shadow let out a strange chuckle from his throat, and his skin suddenly cracked and fell off, revealing the purple corpse spots inside.

Nine bronze coffins in the pool of blood opened at the same time, and the rotten knuckles grabbed the edge of the coffin.

The torn embroidered clothes of the female corpse suddenly recovered, and when the phoenix crown and tassels swept across the camera, 500,000 viewers heard their own heartbeats at the same time.

Her nail-dyed fingertips slid across the void.

Each barrage seemed to turn into a red line as thin as a spider's silk, piercing the audience's eyebrows along the web line.

Ye Bai roared and swung his sword to cut the red line, but the copper coin sword pierced through the shadow and hit the stone wall.

The flying sparks ignited the flying streamers in the mural.

The scene stopped abruptly.

Ye Bai got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face pale.

"This mission is too difficult..." He smiled bitterly.

The number of gifts in the live broadcast room skyrocketed.

"666666 Send rocket x1 (rich); send fish balls x2."

"I'm giving the anchor 500 fish balls. Please tell me which dimension this world is from."

"Oh my god! I almost peed myself."

Ye Bai didn't pay attention to the live broadcast room. He quickly changed his coat and put his phone and money in his trouser pockets.

He used a flashlight to illuminate the tomb.

There are paintings hanging on the walls, all of which are paintings of ladies in the style of the Republic of China.

But there was no female corpse here.

Apart from this, there are no other characters on the wall.

Ye Bai looked around, walked to the wooden cabinet on the right, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden box tentatively.

Click——

There was a crisp collision sound coming from inside the wooden box.

He was delighted and quickly opened the box door.

There was a rag doll lying inside.

The surging waves of the blood pool suddenly condensed in mid-air, and the zipper of Ye Bai's jacket rustled in the cold wind.

He stared at the gilded bell dangling from the waist of the hunched black figure.

The object was clearly the same shape as the silver bell on the female corpse's ankle, but there was an extra scarlet blood spot on the bell tongue.

"Your bell..."